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

You are silent for a moment.

Gojo Satoru took off the blindfold, and that naturally handsome face was exposed in front of you.

He knows how to use himself to his advantage, whether it is with provocative eyes or a cynical smile on his mouth, he is full of charm, and you suddenly realize that he is far more mature than you saw in the last copy.

The first time you saw him was like this, he looked very close, but in fact he didn’t put anyone in his eyes, you felt the long-lost excitement, your heart beat faster, eager to challenge him.

You laughed too, looked at him and said, "Actually, I'm not interested in you."

Gojo Satoru was startled.

You can guess what he is thinking, since he is not interested, why propose to make him a lover?Why should you date him?

After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes wide - because you told him that you have never dated a conjurer.

If it's like a collectible card game, he's the SSR you haven't collected yet, so you're desperate to get him.

So what happens after you succeed?

Gojo Satoru subconsciously poked the fork into the tray, thinking about this question while frowning.

You stand up with your left hand supporting the table, and your right hand has a plaster cast. It is inconvenient to maintain your balance, and your movements are very slow.

Gojo Satoru hovered in the air with his crossed hands on the cake, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

You bend over to get closer to him.

The soft cake sank into the stainless steel fork, and the milky white cream hanging on the top wrapped the bright red strawberry pieces. Gojo Satoru looked at you with a little wariness. You stuck out your tongue and licked lightly on the cream.

The cream that melts in your mouth slides into your mouth, the fragrance of strawberries dilutes the sweetness of the cream, you look up at him, open your mouth again, the tip of your tongue licks the bottom of the silver fork, the cold fork trembles slightly , the cake on top falls into your mouth.

The cream spread on the top of the cake hit the corner of your lips, imagining what it would be like if the milky white cream stuck to it, the smile in your eyes became more obvious, you looked at Gojo Satoru with deeper eyes, and then Opening his mouth slowly, he licked the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

The rosy tip of the tongue flickered away, and the cream sticking to it was licked off, leaving only a little water on the corners of the lips.

Wu Tiao Wu Canglan's eyes narrowed, and you smiled and said, "Correct, accurate, demonstration, model."

The deliberate pause between the words fell in his ears, as if adding weight to his emotions, and his eyes became deeper.

He flicked the silver stainless steel fork away with his fingers and threw it into the tray. He leaned back and leaned against the back of the chair to bask in the cold: "No wonder so many people like you."

"Do you like it?" you asked him.

He gave you a cold smile back.

You sat back calmly and pulled over the milk parfait you just ordered.

The milk parfait is also white, with a clear jelly-like appearance. Although the matching tableware is made of plastic, you feel that your hands are a little weak when you just pick up the knife.

Worried that Gojo Satoru would notice if you cut the parfait crookedly, you put down your hands and looked over it leisurely.

Gojo Satoru collided with your eyes, moved down unconsciously, and saw the white parfait again, his fingers couldn't help jumping, and his body lifted the blindfold on the side faster than his thoughts.

You're relieved to see the blindfold cover his eyes again—good, so he can only see you cutting the parfait and not how ugly it is.

You start enjoying your own dessert without burden.

Didn't realize that you were just a bluffing paper tiger, Gojo Satoru on the opposite side lowered his head, quickly swept the desserts on the table, and wiped them all out like a storm.

After you finished eating the parfait, there was a crisp sound in front of you. Gojo Satoru threw the stainless steel fork away, and his cold voice sounded together, "Tell me everything you know."

"Not urgent."

You picked up the flyer that the waiter handed you when delivering the meal: "Tianmangong has a blessing event recently, let's go and see it together?"

Gojo Satoru's face became even colder.

And the smile in your words is almost overflowing, "I haven't been with a magician before, so I should have a different experience? I don't know if I can see the magic spirit there—"

"You can't see it again." Gojo Satoru interrupted you.

Realizing that he was your stamp collector, the low air pressure emanating from him almost materialized, turning into waves of knives scraping at you.

You can see Xia Youjie's curse spirit, which seems to be considered by others as a near-death experience, and you didn't explain it, picked up another leaflet and said: "Then go to the movies."

You stood up while talking, the blood circulation was not smooth due to sitting for a long time, your already weak body issued a warning directly, your eyes went dark, dizziness and weightlessness came again, you quickly grabbed the edge of the table to stabilize your body.

The darkness in front of you comes and goes quickly, you stand by the table, wipe the sweat from your forehead with the other hand, and look at Gojo Satoru through your slightly damp hair.

Gojo Satoru sits motionless on the chair, looking at you sideways with his hands folded over his chest, full of indifference.

"Is it okay to lend a hand?" you said to him, "don't be so rude."

"polite……"

As if thinking of something, Wujo Wu twitched the corner of his mouth and asked, "Are you familiar with Yi Zheng?"

"Yes, very familiar, he tells me everything."

You reach out to him, fingers blocked by an invisible barrier.

In less than half a second, the barrier disappeared. This deliberate pause was intentional by Gojo Satoru. He just didn't want you to touch him. He said disapprovingly, "He won't be fooled by you."

You withdrew your hand noncommittally, but he grabbed your arm instead: "What movie are you watching?"

"That's it, the latest "Earthworm Man 3"," you pointed to the leaflet, "Also, I never lie."

"You only blackmail people." Wujo Satoru said.

You ignored his taunts, he completely clasped your arm, his fingers made your skin hurt, and his strength seemed to crush your bones together.

You couldn't help shouting: "Miyamura Yizheng—"

The strength in your hand suddenly loosens, and the effect of reading this name is unexpectedly good, you can't help but ask: "You care about him that much?"

Gojo Satoru didn't answer, and dragged you to the nearest movie theater.

Your body is completely dragged by him, and most of the weight is transferred to him. He is in good physical condition and should not feel tired, but his disturbed breathing shows you how unstable his mood is. .

Your body becomes very cold due to the loss of blood, and only the place where you touch him becomes very warm. There is no lower limit and it is impossible to precisely separate your hands from touching him. You pinched his arm with your hand, and he The taut muscles under the uniform were as stiff as stones on fire.

Then your vision blurred, and he brutally threw you to your seat in the movie theater.

He stood in the narrow aisle, his slender figure was enlarged by the cramped height and the oppressive feeling brought by the darkness. You looked up at him, as if you were looking at a leopard with sharp fangs. He will rush forward swiftly.

"Stop challenging my patience," you heard him say.

However, you gave a different reaction in your heart—it felt very exciting, and you really wanted to irritate him a little more.

You swallowed, he seemed to have misunderstood your nervousness, thinking you had received his warning, the corners of his mouth raised again.

"Then I'm going to buy a ticket. You'd better take this time to think about whether the things in your hand can let me let you go."

He left with a satisfied smile, just listening to his brisk tone, he would never think of how horrible he was saying.

You tell him: "Buy the package that gives you popcorn."

He paused and kicked the chair in front of him with his toes.

The chairs are connected together, and even the place where you are sitting is shaken, and you can fully feel his displeasure.

You thought of Gojo Satoru from the last dungeon again. If it was still at that time, you would definitely not expose it lightly like now if you were wronged.

He won't stop until he knocks down the movie theater, or knocks you down to the ground and beats you until you're half-breathed.

But now... is Miyamura Yizai really that important to him?Worth it?

You fall silent.

Without keeping you waiting, Gojo Satoru returned with two buckets of popcorn and Coke.

It’s a working day, and it’s not a popular movie, there’s no one else in the theater except you, Gojo Satoru grabbed a handful of popcorn and threw it into his mouth, chewing it with the vigor to smash the popcorn into pieces stand up.

With a snap, the staff turned off the lights in the back, and the movie theater became pitch black, but the movie hadn't started showing yet.

The dim light of the mobile phone screen lit up beside you, Gojo Satoru was playing with the mobile phone, the light reflected his side face with sharp edges and corners, and the straight curve of the corners of his mouth was particularly cold.

He doesn't care what movie is on and doesn't hide his impatience with you.

Just at this moment, the opening music of the movie starts, and you turn your head and start watching the movie.

Gojo Satoru was still playing with his phone.

The movie is very boring. You want to tilt your head to talk to him several times, but you can see him holding popcorn, swiping the screen with his fingers, pretending to be very concentrated.

Another plot transition, the big screen and the music stop, and all you can see is his glowing screen.

Then, you cover his screen with your finger.

Unlimited didn't bounce you away, you were stunned, his head was tilted in your direction, you laughed: "I knew I would have asked you to write a post-reading review."

"Boom!" The popcorn bucket in Gojo Satoru's hand exploded.

Orange popcorn sprinkled all over him, and the rest fell to the ground.

Gojo Satoru jumped up and grabbed your clothes, "Tell me what you know now, or—"

The popcorn bucket was crushed into powder in his hands, and the black magic power appeared in front of you like a substance.

The manic and tyrannical mantra is the embodiment of his emotions, he is truly irritated by you, probably even more angry than when you overturned the car.

You laughed.

"Five enlightenments."

You smiled and held his hand, the palm of your hand was swallowed by the black magic power in his palm, blood overflowed from the corner of your mouth, your smile remained unchanged, and you said happily: "Goodbye."

A trace of astonishment flashed in Wujo Wu's eyes, and he quickly withdrew his hand, but your body was already at the end of its strength, and as soon as you came into contact with the magic power, your body began to collapse at an unprecedented speed, no matter how hard he tried to restore it, it would be useless.

You sat on a chair, looked at him distraught, and left this world with a smile on your face.

——You will never get an answer, this is your best revenge on him.

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"Akashi Shoya!!!"

In the Conjuration Academy, the sleeping Gojo Satoru suddenly yelled. He sat up on the bed and looked at the dark room in front of him. He opened his mouth and held back a sentence, "Grass."

"Sure enough, it's just like what Jie said, it's a pervert."

Wait, this adjective... seems to subtly overlap with Miyamura Yizheng?

Gojo Satoru scratched his hair, and Akashi Sangya's bewitching face suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, with a pale and beautiful expression, and his every move carried a sinister aura.

Thinking of his silent licking the cake, Gojo Satoru's heart beat half a beat faster.

Gojo Satoru covered his heart, gritted his teeth hard and said, "It's not like, it's not like at all!"

The jerky and pure appearance of Miyamura Yizheng when he was kissing him is still in front of my eyes, just thinking about it makes Gojo Satoru's blood run wild, and Akashi Shoya's temptation is more like a trap deliberately tempting people to take the bait, and it is impossible to follow Iraq is on par.

"Absolutely impossible!"

Not thinking about it anymore, Gojo Satoru lay down again, as if he wanted to forget this scene, he quickly closed his eyes and fell asleep.