After falling into the Niangyaoquan, I became attached to the strongest

Haruto Saotome brought Gojo Satoru back to his hometown in Chiba.

To be precise, Gojo Satoru insisted on following after hearing about it.

Its name is to prevent the weak and helpless former injured from being hurt again, so the strongest GTG personally escorts them without charging money.

Haruhi: Thank you.

Chiba Tokyo tossed back and forth, God knows what he was thinking.

How can this kind of person be a teacher, won't he really mislead his students?

That's right, Gojo Satoru is not only the strongest in the world of conjuration, but also a working teacher. After learning about this, he fell into a life of deep doubts, and found it incredible.

Not to mention the former, the latter obviously doesn't match the other's temperament, and it's not his stereotype, it's just that he can't equate two things that are completely incompatible.

Furthermore, instead of being a teacher, it would be better to be a star instead of using that face, right?

The image of interlocking fingers with him before suddenly appeared in his mind, Haruhi blushed for no reason, covered his mouth and coughed twice to calm down, then looked at Gojo Satoru.

He wanted to say to this person, "Since it has been delivered, you can go", but the words turned around and became: "Do you want to come in and sit down?"

After he finished speaking, he was stunned for a moment, unable to figure out why he would invite the other party, he was asking for trouble.

But there is no reason to take back the words, even so, Qingli still added in a low voice: "My parents are at home, and the room is relatively small, if you don't want to—" Forget it.

Before he could finish speaking, Wujo Wutiao answered immediately, looking even more impatient than himself.

Qingli frowned slightly, looked at him with a complicated expression for a while, then turned around and knocked on the door with bent fingers.

Not long after, hurried footsteps came from the other side of the door, and the figure of Saotome Masako appeared inside the door. After seeing the person who knocked on the door clearly, her face showed a look of rejoicing.

Saotome Masako hugged him: "That's great, Haruhi, you really scared mom to death."

Qingli patted her mother's shoulder lightly: "My mother is fine, someone helped me, besides, didn't I call you? So don't worry."

At this time, Saotome Masako also noticed the tall young man standing beside her, and looked at him questioningly: "This is—?"

"This is the one who helped me, Mr. Gojo."

Seeing that it was finally his turn, Gojo Gojo also introduced himself at the right time: "Hi Auntie, I'm Haruto's friend Gojo Goto, just call me Gojo-kun."

However, after finishing speaking, Qingli gave him a light look, as if accusing him of talking too much.

"Oh, oh, Go-kun is so handsome, our family, Haruto, has been taken care of by you." Ignoring the slight displeasure on her son's face, Saotome Masako was overjoyed when she heard that it was Haruto's friend, and she greeted everyone with a compliment Entering the house, "It's windy outside, come in quickly and have a seat."

At the same time, I didn't forget to yell into the house: "My child's father, Qingli has brought friends back!"

Haruhi: ""

Gojo Satoru looked at Saotome Masako's happy back, blinked, and said with emotion: "Auntie is so enthusiastic."

Qingli took a step forward and crossed the threshold, and looked at him calmly from the side: "Because you are the first friend I brought home, mom is very happy."

"Hare you finally admitted that we are friends, Qingli?"

"Is this your point?"

He was speechless for a moment, lowered his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth inexplicably.

"Friends count."

After this accident, his body was dirty and his clothes were damaged. The most urgent thing is to take a shower and change the dirty clothes before talking about the next thing.

So he asked his mother to entertain Gojo Satoru for him, and he went back to the bedroom to get some old men's clothes from the closet, took the towels and went into the bathroom.

Qingli slowly took off her clothes and threw them into the clothes basket. The bathroom was not too far from the living room, so the voice came in through the crack of the door. It was mother and Gojo Wu who were discussing something.

From how they met, to Gojo Satoru's age, what kind of work he does, and finally he even asked if he had a date.

Qingli was really convinced, what kind of fuss was going to be made by this household registration-like questioning, even if it was the first time he had someone who could be called a friend, it was too exaggerated.

I can see that my mother is really happy.

Fortunately, Gojo Satoru answered perfectly. This person looks quite serious, but he is surprisingly reliable in business matters. Qingli couldn't help but think highly of him.

When they came out again, the two chatted in full swing, and my mother even took out his old photo album and pointed at the other party, the joy on her face was beyond words.

"This is Qingli's entrance photo in junior high school. Don't look at his frail appearance now. In fact, he was also a class thorn in the past. Within a week after this photo was taken, he called his parents because of conflicts with his classmates. The reason is that The other party wanted to collect protection money, but he robbed him backhand."

Haruhi: ""

Mom!

There is no need to talk about this kind of thing!

"Oh—is that so? It's amazing!"

Gojo Satoru was very appreciative, and he looked at him inadvertently while speaking, his eyes were full of narrow smiles.

Haruto took a deep breath, in case the topic went in an indescribable direction, he strode forward to show his presence.

Saotome Masako felt a little regretful when she saw his image: "Why did you change back, I thought you would keep it for a few more days before changing."

“This image is less likely to be misunderstood.”

"Misunderstanding what?"

"Who knows."

Haruto's eyes wandered, and she signaled Gojo Satoru to go upstairs with him. At the same time, she also took the photo album from her mother and took it away.

Back in the bedroom, Haruto put the photo album on the table, and Gojo Satoru picked it up again before turning around and flipped through it.

"I found that several of your entrance photos are expressionless, why don't you smile?"

Qingli paused when she was arranging the closet, and said lightly, "Why are you laughing, is going to school such a pleasant thing?"

"Friends, classmates, etc., after all, youth is very precious."

"I have no friends."

"That's too lonely."

"Lonely, I don't care, besides——" Qinglifu turned his head again, noticing the flash of nostalgia on the other person's face, he was silent for a moment before continuing, "Don't I still have you now? "

Hearing this unexpected answer, Gojo Gojo was stunned for a long time before recovering.

He let out an exaggerated wow.

"Is this a sincere confession?"

"You can think so."

Thinking of something, Haruto smiled self-deprecatingly, and closed the closet door after tidying up.

"Isn't that what you wanted?"

Gojo Satoru never concealed his purpose, it's just that Haruto didn't think about that.

He has always been aware that the other party's attitude towards him is very strange, and it's not that bad to say that he has bad intentions, but after going through this incident, Qingli found that according to Gojo Satoru's identity, he shouldn't be so idle, and there is no need at all. Put too much energy on people who don't matter.

Does Gojo Satoru really want to be friends with him?

Sincerely, of course.

What about after being friends?

no one knows.

Is it because I have been alone for a long time and started to be passionate, or is there really such a crazy fool who voluntarily took the bait.

People can live independently, but not without human relationships.

Since someone was intervening in his life without measure, Haruto thought, maybe he could give it a try.

but--

Can he really do it?

"I never had friends."

He never took the initiative to connect with others, so he felt at a loss about how to get along with friends, and he would worry about what he did wrong and hesitate.

Seeming to see what he was thinking, Gojo Satoru held his face and spoke briskly.

"It's okay, I used to be just like you."

Same what?

Also no friends?

"What about the friend who changed you?"

"He was killed by my own hands."

""

I didn't expect this answer, and I didn't understand why the other party would say such terrifying words in such a relaxed tone.

Qingli opened her mouth, hesitated to speak, stretched out her finger and pointed towards the void, then retracted her hand and rubbed her chin in thought, as if she wanted to say something but didn't know how to describe it.

After a long time, he said in a weak voice: "Is it too late for me to refuse now?"

Then he saw Gojo Satoru's backlit smiling face magnified in front of his eyes.

"That's too late."

Qingli silently moved back a little, swallowing vigilantly.

"Mr. Wujo, did I say a word to you?"

"what?"

"It's my bad luck to meet you."

Gojo Satoru returned to Tokyo in the afternoon, and the next day, Haruto bid farewell to her parents and returned to her apartment in Shinjuku.

Since that day, the exchanges between the two have become much more frequent, and Gojo Satoru would come to visit from time to time, even more so than the ones who stayed at his house for a few nights under the pretext of insisting on sleeping in bed.

I have experienced an incident where I slept on the floor the night before, but inexplicably lay on the bed with Gojo Satoru the next morning. Thinking about it, I can guess what happened at night, and at the same time, I don’t know why I am so defenseless. Feeling a little surprised, Haruhi simply changed the bed to a bigger one, in case this kind of thing happened again and caused the tragedy of two adults huddling together.

He also wanted to put another bed for that scoundrel Gojo Satoru to sleep in, but he was renting a one-person apartment, and there was only one bedroom, and there was really no room for it.

——The best solution to this problem is that as long as Gojo Satoru can go back to his home to sleep on time, nothing will happen.

But Qingli can't solve the person who caused the problem, so she can only solve the problem.

In addition to his ability, Gojo Satoru also recommended him to join the "window" that monitors the magic spirit, so that he also got to know the students who are studying in the high school.

It has to be said that the High School of Conjuration is a gathering place for problem children. Every student has a very individual personality. Qingli also saw the pink-haired boy who was injured outside the medical room before, and the other party was in a daze when he saw him , then looked at Gojo Satoru in surprise, eyes full of doubts.

And only Gojo Satoru's hippie smile responded to him.

Haruto was a little concerned about the boy's reaction, but she still greeted him politely.

"It's our first time meeting, I'm Saotome Haruno."

"Mr. Saotome, hello, hello, I'm Yuzu Yuuhito." Even though he didn't know the situation, Yuzuhito continued to salute, and then asked, "When did you and Mr. Gojo meet?"

"It was last month." Wujo Wu replied.

Sunny also nodded.

"Well, last month."

Yuzu Hirohito recalled that last month was the time when Gojo-sensei had just finished dealing with the Shibuya matter, so did he go looking for someone right after it was over?

Ah, it seems that something extraordinary has been discovered.

He was shocked all over, so he found an excuse and ran away, intending to quietly gossip about this matter with his friends and then talk to Senior Yi Gu.

Even if he knew the relationship between Saotome-san and Gojo-sensei in that world, who would have thought that Gojo-sensei on his side could be so active, and how long it took to get along with others.

So terrifying.

"What's up with him?"

Watching the boy go away, Haruto asked Gojo Satoru in puzzlement.

The latter shrugged, indicating that he didn't know either.

"Young people's thoughts are always unpredictable."

Gojo Satoru changed the subject and said, "Oh, that's right, I have another student who is away on a business trip. He will come back after a while, and I will take you to meet him when I have time."

"I don't think I need to know all your students, do I?"

The other party immediately retorted: "Need, why don't you need it! Understanding each other's interpersonal relationship is a necessary criterion for being a friend. You see, Qingli's parents already know me. Of course, I will introduce you to my students and colleagues. .”

Hearing what he said clearly and logically, Qingli showed a dazed expression.

"Is that right?"

"Of course, can I still lie to you?"

He nodded thoughtfully, remembering that Gojo Gorai had said something similar when he stayed at his house before, and he always felt that something was weird but couldn't find anything wrong with it.

Something flashed through his mind, and before he could think about it, Gojo Satoru's furry head came close to his hand and snatched away the last strawberry on his crepe.

Haruhi: ""

Haruto looked down at the bare crepe in her hand, and fell silent for a moment.

Forget it, he must have thought too much.

There is no cure for this kind of adult who is clearly in his twenties and still grabs other people's food like a child.

Thinking of this, Qingli settled down and continued to communicate with her, and the relationship was so good that they could wear a pair of pants together.

Although most of them are Gojo Satoru's one-sided enthusiasm, Haruki does not reject it, and has a faint tendency to enjoy it, gradually leaving traces of the other party everywhere in her daily life.

——Until Qingli woke up from the bed unconsciously, and looked at the so-called friend who was also naked and sleeping next to him in astonishment and confusion.