Develop the strongest into villains

In the early morning of the next day, the third grade began to rehearse the drama.

Under his strong orders, Gojo Satoru reluctantly tried on the dress, but the effect on the body was disastrous due to the large frame.

Everyone wanted to laugh but didn't have the guts to laugh, but Shinohara Shi was also fearless and almost went crazy laughing.

Although it is a bit inappropriate, Gojo Satoru has good looks after all, even if he is a male princess disguised as a woman, his appearance is amazing to the entire campus.

A first-grade student came to visit and couldn't help exclaiming: "Senior Wutiao is so beautiful~"

"..."

"Senior Wutiao can be our school belle!"

"..."

"Senior Nishihara will be our school girl from now on, how about Wutiao-senpai being our school belle?"

"Where is so much nonsense?" He became angry, "If you want to rehearse, start right away."

The rehearsal was not going well, because Gojo Satoru kept a straight face the whole time, and his every move was irritable.

Bite the apple in a rage, speak the lines in a rage, and scare the person playing the prince half to death in the irascibility.

Shinohara Toki couldn't stand it anymore, and reminded him: "Gojo-san, can you act with a little emotion?"

Gojo Satoru glanced at him arrogantly, "I'm very emotional, can't you feel it?"

He felt it, he felt Gojo Satoru wanted to kill him, because just now Gojo Satoru stepped on the crystal coffin, and with a "click", the glass of the coffin was broken.

The people around were a little scared, and Shinohara Toki also looked at each other's feet, "Princess, do you need to wear crystal shoes?"

"The one with the slipper is fucking Cinderella."

"But he has to wear high heels after all, go and find a pair of high heels for him to change into."

The people in the props group were very embarrassed, "Our high heels don't have the right size for the five seniors."

"Then go make a pair, and the crown, you have to make a new one, and I'll pay for it."

Gojo Satoru was annoyed: "You pay? You are quite generous."

"Oh, we are so familiar, don't be polite."

It wasn't his money anyway.

At noon, rehearsals were suspended.He hastily explained a few words to everyone, and immediately slipped out of the school.

He didn't dare to go to the classroom, and he didn't dare to go back to the dormitory, for fear that Gojo Satoru would settle accounts with him.

He was going to find a place to hide, but Xia Youjie suddenly sent him a message: "I will meet you at the bar near Gaozhuan in half an hour."

Xia Youjie hadn't contacted him for half a month.

Half an hour later, he came to the bar and was taken to a room arranged by Xia Youjie in advance.

"Xiyuan—" Xia Youjie was so enthusiastic that he even stood up to greet him, "Of course, you are my best employee, so of course I want to take care of you."

Fuck off.

"My lord, do you still dare to ask me to meet?"

"Tsk, do you need to be angry? Nishihara, I came to apologize to you personally. There was something wrong with your account a few days ago, and I accidentally froze your bank card..."

"Obviously you froze it for me on purpose."

"Okay, don't worry about that, I have already made compensation in time, and the bonus from last month has been tripled for you, and it has been remitted to your account."

In order to force him to hook up with Gojo Satoru, he almost caused him to live on the street, and now he came back to greet him with a smile.

If it weren't for Xia Youjie's two years of raising him, he would have turned his back on him long ago.

At this moment, Xia Youjie supported his face with one hand, and sat across from him with a smile and looked at him. Xiao Yuanshi also looked at his appearance, and suddenly felt that he was inexplicably similar to Gojo Satoru.

Xia Youjie was like the shadow of Gojo Wu. If Wujo Wu rebelled, he would probably look like this.

So he had the heart to ask: "Why did you leave the college? Why did you have the heart to abandon the friendship of classmates and become an enemy of the people in the college?"

Xia Youjie took a sip of his wine and asked back, "Then why did you realize that knife? Why did you have the heart to throw away the relationship between you and become an enemy of decent people?"

"I have my own considerations."

"I also have my own considerations. I do it for righteousness. Tokiya, in fact, we are the same people. We are all doing things that are not understood by others, so we are all alone, but if those things can be done , then it doesn’t matter to endure a little loneliness.”

Strangely, this was the first time Xia Youjie called his name.

The lunch break is almost over and he is going back to school.

But as soon as he pushed open the door of the bar room, Gojo Satoru stood outside the door impressively.

"You?" He was startled, "Why do you—"

"Master Disciplinary Committee, what a coincidence." The other party's tone was neither slow nor slow, "Hey, why are you so surprised to see me? Could it be that you are doing something bad?"

At that second, his head was blank, but he quickly reacted and pretended to be calm: "I'm just here for a stroll."

Fortunately, Xia Youjie had already left through the back door just now, otherwise it would have been wonderful if the two collided.

"Come here?" The other party laughed, "But I asked the bartender just now, and he said that you are staying in the room with a man. Who is that man?"

"No one."

Wujo Wu saw that his mouth was stiff, so he reached out and took a black hair from his shoulder.

"Then explain, where did this come from?"

This is Xia Youjie's hair.

"It's impossible for you to have such long hair, so tell me obediently, who is that person?"

"..."

The other party stared at him coldly, and then grabbed his wrist, "I warned you, don't go out and mess with others casually, you can't even do this one request?"

He was a little guilty, and quickly explained: "No, I definitely didn't mess around, I just met a friend."

friend?

Heh, this kind of flirtatious personality who likes to go to bars is indeed true in Shinohara.

A few days ago, he secretly plucked the hair of the disciplinary committee member for identification, but since Shinohara Toki was also presumed dead, and his body was said to have been cremated, so it was a bit troublesome to recover the DNA sample. The result is even more distant.

It's okay, don't worry, he has plenty of time.

Shinohara couldn't explain it either, so he prevaricated: "The lunch break is coming to an end, let's go back to school first, and we have to rehearse in the afternoon."

"Okay." The other party shook off his hand, "But this matter is endless, wait until the rehearsal is over, and see how I deal with you."

Dead vinegar jar.

On weekdays, Gojo Satoru occasionally has a little jealousy, which is quite fun, but this time it seems to be playing a big game.

After the lunch break, the rehearsal continued.Shinohara Toki also stared nervously at Gojo Satoru's every move, for fear that the other party would suddenly pounce on him and swallow him.

Gojo Satoru was quite calm, but he glanced at him from time to time with a strange smile.

He shivered, and after a mental struggle, he decided to run away.

So he quietly went to the dressing room to pack his things, and was about to slip away, but someone came in first, slammed the door of the dressing room, and locked it again.

Gojo Satoru was wearing his usual school uniform, looked at him and sneered: "Where are you going in a hurry, and which wild man have you made an appointment with?"

He dared not speak.

The other party looked at his fearful look and thought it was funny, so he took off the previous princess dress from the wall next to him and handed it to him: "Put this on."

He wondered, "What am I wearing this for?"

"You can force me to wear it, why can't I force you to wear it?"

He felt that something was wrong, so he smiled and said, "Don't make trouble, the students are still outside."

The other party showed a harmless smile, "Just because they are all outside, so you'd better listen to me obediently and don't attract their attention."

He was scared, so he stepped back to the corner and apologized: "I was wrong, I will never go to that bar again..."

"Put on."

He couldn't run away, and he was afraid that Wutiaowu would be discovered by people outside when he went crazy, so he accepted the skirt and took off his coat resignedly.

Outrageous, Gojo Satoru was wearing this clothes reluctantly, but he was wearing them a bit more appropriately.Is there such a big difference in size between the two of them?Obviously he is also a muscular person.

Just as he was thinking, he was suddenly picked up and pressed against a cabinet in the corner.

He sensed some bad intentions, because the other party forced him into a very strange pose.

He turned pale with shock, "Hey, we agreed before that we won't do that kind of thing."

The other party nodded, "Don't worry, don't do it, let's play something else today, eh?"

Before he could answer, the other party's fingers lightly tapped his face, fingertips swam to touch his back, lips pressed lightly or heavily on his skin, like a knife, each stroke It will leave deep marks.

It seems that it is not the same as before.

The other party probably wanted to punish him and make him suffer, but he was careful.

The sound of footsteps and voices outside the locker room mixed together, which made him frightened at first, but as the two of them got in touch with each other, the noise gradually became farther away. Instead, his breathing gradually became chaotic, and his brain could not think.

During this process, the other party whispered in his ear, "Don't you like to watch me perform? On the day of the campus festival, let's just perform like this. How about performing it for the audience?"

"No..."

"No? The audience will love it."

"No, no, no, it's my fault, don't..."

But the other party ignored his words.

The two entangled for a long time, and suddenly there was a knock on the door outside: "Senior, are you still in the locker room?"

He snapped back to his senses, but felt something was wrong.

When I looked down again, I found that the clothes under me were already dirty, leaving a dark shadow.

Damn, why-

He leaned weakly on the other party's neck, his breathing had not yet calmed down, and at the same time he felt extremely ashamed.

The knocking on the door continued, but how was he going to get out like this?What would you think if people outside saw it?

The other party sneered: "Look, I didn't touch you, you couldn't bear it yourself."

Seeing his sluggish look, the other party seemed quite satisfied, so he picked up the clothes he had dropped on the ground and helped him put them on one by one.

"If you dare to go out and mess around behind my back again, let's do it for real next time, and in front of everyone."

He nodded obediently, wanting to cry but not crying.