You are an ordinary person, how do you survive in the Shura field

Ask Gojo Satoru to eat?

"Okay." You agreed without much hesitation, and you just happened to be hungry after a busy day.

There is a residential area near Minister Fujiwara's residence, and you will see several open shops within a short walk, and there are also many pedestrians on the street, and you can hear them discussing the noise of Fujiwara's residence in bits and pieces.

Gojo Satoru walked quickly towards one of the cake shops, and when he passed by a shop with an open door, a pungent smell of spices entered your nose, and you quickly grabbed Gojo Satoru.

"?" Gojo Goto paused, a look of bewilderment appeared on his face.

"Let's eat this." You pointed to the "Indian Curry" sign at the door.

"I don't want to eat curry..." Gojo Satoru lifted his foot and walked away, but was grabbed by you forcefully, his body had to fall back, and he looked at you in disbelief, "Shouldn't the treat be what I want, so you just invite me to eat? ?”

"Is that so?" You stared at him with wide eyes.

During the stalemate, a red-haired young man came out of the curry shop. Holding the menu with both hands, he asked quite bluntly, "You two want to eat?"

You didn’t answer, he was silent for a bit distressed, and then said: “I recommend the Hell Transformation Spicy Chicken Curry in the store. The flesh and blood are separated, and the chili raw material uses the hottest ghost pepper in India..."

The hottest!

Immediately you say, "Okay! Let's eat this!"

"Hey, wait..."

Ignoring Gojo Satoru's protests, you push him into the shop.

Gojo Satoru got up several times, but the red-haired clerk was able to accurately block his escape route, looked at him honestly and said, "You can try it first, it's really delicious."

Gojo Satoru, who was forced to sit down, scratched his hair in pain: "Black shop! This must be a black shop! I will never eat it!"

The red-haired young man turned a deaf ear to his words, and turned around to clean up another table. His movements were swift, and even though he was busy, his eyes still glanced at you from time to time, as if he wanted to control your state.

This is a long-standing habit. You put your hands on the table and ask curiously, "Why do you come here to work?"

Gojo Satoru also pricked up his ears.

"Because you can eat free curry here." The red-haired young man answered seriously.

"..." Wujou's shoulders slumped, and he immediately lay down on the table. His slender arms could even extend from one end of the table to the other, and his fingers scratched the edge of the opposite table unwillingly. "As long as you let me go, free curry for you I'll treat you to eat as much as you want..."

There was a shout from the back kitchen, and the red-haired young man walked in, brought out a plate of curry and put it in front of Gojo Wu: "Try it?"

He went to bring you another plate of curry, you looked at the bright red plate in front of Gojo Satoru, the spicy aroma irritated your nasal cavity, and the urge to run was unstoppable.

Gojo Satoru is much more straightforward than you, he got up so fast that he was close to the afterimage: "I won't eat——hmmmm!"

You scooped a spoonful of curry into his mouth faster than he did.

Gojo Satoru's movements seemed to be paused. He stood by the table in a daze, his eyes widened, as if the pupils of the blue sky after rain were instantly filled with water vapor, his cheeks flushed, and the scalding heat was transmitted through the skin. you.

His eyes were angry, because of the water vapor accumulated in his eyes, he looked particularly aggrieved, you looked at him without daring to breathe, slowly, his throat rolled, and he swallowed the hellish spicy curry with difficulty.

The protruding Adam's apple slides with the swallowing movement, and the heat seems to flow down the curry, burning his slender neck red. At this moment, you see the reaction of Gojo Satoru, subtly reaching the point where Su Nuo wants to leave a stick on your neck. Imprint mood.

A drop of hot liquid fell on the back of your hand as his eyes blinked. You froze, let go of the spoon and stepped back: "Don't waste food, what a good boy."

"Grass...!!" As soon as he uttered a syllable, Gojo Satoru realized that his voice was unbearably hoarse, he closed his mouth, and rushed towards you fiercely.

"What are you doing?" You jumped to another table, and there happened to be a cup full of water in your hand. You raised the cup and asked Gojo Satoru loudly, "Do you want any more water?"

Gojo Wujo stretched out his hand towards you fiercely, you handed the cup over, he raised his head and took a big gulp, then suddenly spit it all out with a "poof".

The rich aroma of wine spread out.

You quickly clarified: "I didn't know it was wine."

However, Gojo Satoru didn't believe it, the anger in his eyes became more and more obvious, and a suction force emanated from his hand, pulling your body close to him.

He actually used a spell, and you wanted to hide but it was too late, but in the blink of an eye you were forced to come in front of him, he held your head with one hand, and held the cup with the other hand: "I don't know? Then try it yourself."

The slightly cool glass was pressed against your lips, and the remaining half glass of wine was shaking in front of your eyes, and your face changed slightly: "Wait a minute, this is what you drank..."

"So what?" Gojo Satoru was unmoved, and raised his hand indifferently, "Remember this taste for me."

The cold wine slides down your slightly opened mouth into the esophagus, and your lips and tongue are like a prairie fire, instantly igniting all your senses, and the intense stimulation blinds your eyes.

"By the way, there is also curry..."

Gojo Satoru grabbed your wrist, and the astonishing heat came from his palm. He wanted to drag you to the table just now, and you hurriedly grabbed the chair to resist.

At this time, his body was shaking, you realized something, and you pulled gently with your hand, and he just kicked his left foot with his right foot, and fell down with a plop.

His upper body just fell on the table, his hands were hanging on the edge of the table, leaving a pair of long legs hanging outside with no place to rest.

You look into those pale eyes, which are in a trance, and it is difficult to form a focal length.He was most likely drunk.

You called softly: "... Gojo Satoru?"

He twitched his fingers, as if trying to grab you, and you slapped his hand away, feeling relieved that you had escaped hell's spicy curry.

Gojo Satoru has closed his eyes, his handsome face is pressed against the table, the corners of his mouth drooping unhappily, looking very childish, you walk over slowly, trying to change him to a more comfortable sleeping position.

However, just when you lowered your head and were about to touch him, you suddenly felt dizzy, and the whole shop turned into a kaleidoscope and spun rapidly.

you:……!Is pouring a glass contagious? !

Your eyes darken, and your body involuntarily leans forward, throwing itself on Gojo Satoru.

Before you completely lost consciousness, you heard the anxious shout of the red-haired youth: "What's wrong with you? What's going on?!"

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When you wake up, you look at the ceiling above your head——

A is still at the curry shop

B Tokyo High School of Magic

CKyoto school

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