Develop the strongest into villains

That night, Shinohara Toki also went back to the dormitory and found a hole in the wall of the dormitory.This hole is as high as a person, and the edges are very rough. It is obvious that someone forcibly blasted it out with magic power.

"Hi, wife." Gojo Satoru sat opposite the cave and waved to him, "Because this wall hindered our relationship, so I tore down the wall, and now we can live together."

He knew Gojo Satoru would do this.

But this is an act of destroying school facilities. As a discipline committee member, he should handcuff Gojo Satoru and send him to the police station.

"Want to handcuff me? It doesn't need to be so troublesome." Gojo Satoru took out a pair of handcuffs from under the bed and dangled them around his fingers. "I've already prepared them, but tonight I'm going to handcuff you."

"..."

"Why this expression? Don't worry, I will love you well tonight."

The following days were no different from before, except that Gojo Satoru was a little more clingy, a little more coquettish, and tossing him a little harder every night.

But during the day at school, they still quarreled. The first second they were arguing, and the next second they were quietly entangled in a corner where no one was around.

But Lime disappeared, which worried him.

At first, he suspected that Li Mei was eaten by Xia Youjie, but Xia Youjie denied it: "Xi Yuan, I love you so much, how could I eat your subordinates?"

"You pet a ghost."

If it wasn't Xia Youjie, it would be Wujo Wu.

If Gojo Satoru catches Limei, it is impossible for him to be so calm. Since he can be so calm, it proves that he has not asked any useful information from Limei.

He watched Gojo Satoru swaying around leisurely every day, and he didn't dare to ask.

He could only pray that Rime was safe and sound.

At the dinner party that night, everyone in the third grade talked about Christmas again, and expressed their Christmas wishes one after another.

"Senior Wutiao, what is your Christmas wish?"

"Wish?" Gojo Satoru leaned on the seat, casually swiping his phone with his head down, "It's my wish to make my wife cry."

After hearing this, Shinohara Toki also choked on the food and coughed continuously.

"Ah, Disciplinary Committee, why such a big reaction?" Gojo Satoru patted his back with his hand, and said with a smile in his voice, "Do you want to try with me too?"

These words aroused the vigilance of the singer: "Wu Tiao, don't try to seduce Xi Yuan, you are not worthy of him."

"Ah, that's too much."

"This is a fact."

"Really? Disciplinary Commissioner, do you think I'm not good enough for you?"

When he said this, Gojo Satoru's hand had already been quietly inserted into his clothes, and his fingers gently caressed his lower abdomen.

He was hot all over, and the opponent's fingers were slightly cold. The contrast between hot and cold almost made his body tremble, but he could only hold back in front of everyone, pretending to be nonchalant.

But the other party seemed to like to see his forbearance, and the movements of his hands became more and more unscrupulous, and at the same time whispered in his ear: "I can't help but call out...it's okay."

He stepped on the opponent's foot so hard that the opponent reluctantly withdrew his hand.

After a while, Gojo Satoru left to buy drinks, while the rest continued to complain.

"I don't know who has the guts to fall in love with Wutiao."

"Gojo seems to have reunited with her ex-boyfriend."

"That's even more strange. When you break up with someone like Wutiao, you should celebrate with champagne. How can you get back together?"

Everyone expressed sympathy for Gojo Satoru's underground boyfriend, and at this time Shinohara Toki also suddenly said: "Actually, I think Gojo-san might be a good lover."

After hearing his words, everyone showed puzzled faces: "Huh?"

He realized that he had said something wrong, but he could only bite the bullet and explain: "I just think... You see, classmate Wu Tiao can do everything, he can cook and do housework, and his physical strength seems to be good. If you ignore his character , he is considered perfect, right?"

Everyone was puzzled, "Xiyuan, something is wrong with you, why are you speaking for Wutiao?"

"No……"

Nitro can't light a cigarette in the restaurant, and can only hold it in his mouth to pretend, "Tell me the truth, did Wutiao hook up with you in private? You won't be tempted by him, will you?"

"no……"

"That's right, don't be tempted by scum like Wutiao." Nitrozi said with a serious expression, "I dare say that Wutiao must have some special hobbies, and he will definitely torture the other half."

Shinohara Toki also heard this, and shut his mouth in embarrassment.

Special hobby, indeed, there is a red mark on his wrist from being handcuffed, which was left last night.

Since Gojo Satoru posted photos showing affection on ins every day, many singles complained.Even those who already had lovers felt jealous when they saw his passionate way of showing affection.

"My wife is super charming. Your wife can't even compare to one of his fingers."

"My wife is super obedient, and she takes the initiative to kiss me good morning every day."

"My wife... Forget it, you will never have such a good wife."

Xiao Yuanshi couldn't help scolding him: "Why the hell are you posting everything?"

"Isn't that true?"

"I'll be laughed at by others."

"No, they are all jealous, especially the singer. Ahahaha~ I like to see those single dogs go crazy with jealousy~"

Gojo Satoru has been extremely arrogant recently, as if he was completely dazzled by love.

"Honey~ on Christmas day, let's skip school and go on a date~"

"If you dare to skip school, I will kill you."

"Just run away once. Christmas is only a precious day. Any couple will choose to skip school and go on a date."

"Impossible, just stay in the classroom for class."

"Tch, boring."

It was Christmas Eve in a blink of an eye, and the temperature in Tokyo was extremely cold this year, but the high school couples became active overnight, discussing where to go on Christmas Day.

This afternoon, Gojo Satoru was dozing off in the classroom, when a voice suddenly sounded in his ear: "Senior Gojo, why didn't your boyfriend give you chocolate?"

"Huh?" He raised his eyes sleepily, "Why do you send chocolates for Christmas?"

"Christmas is almost equal to Valentine's Day, my girlfriend made chocolates for me, senior, don't you have any?"

Seeing Gojo Satoru's blank face, the others laughed at him: "Wutiao, you show off how good your wife is every day on the Internet, but he doesn't even make you a chocolate for Christmas?"

"It's so pitiful, hahahaha——"

Gojo Satoru tried to explain, saying a bunch of things like "Our love doesn't need chocolate or something to prove it", but everyone didn't buy it, which made him furious.

In the end, he took out his phone to check ins, and saw that the rest of the people were showing off in the feed, showing off all the exquisite chocolates that his other half had made for them.

He glanced at the photos of the chocolates, feeling a little jealous.

He wants it too.

After school, Shinohara Toki was also on duty in the teacher's office. It wasn't long before Gojo Satoru slipped in and hugged him from behind, crushing him until he couldn't breathe.

"What's the matter?" He noticed that the other party was sullen, "Why are you unhappy?"

"What are you giving me for Christmas?"

"Huh? Do you still need gifts for Christmas?"

A little boy is a little boy, this kind of festival that has been passed down from abroad, it would be nice to have a little occasion, is it necessary to make it so grand?

He touched the other person's head, "Want a gift? Then I'll go to the store to buy it for you tonight."

"No." The other party leaned on his neck and acted coquettishly, "I want you to make it yourself, and you have to be like them, make me chocolate with your own hands."

He frowned, "Can that thing be made casually?"

It is very difficult to make chocolate, and he has no cooking experience at all, so it is impossible to make it successfully in one go.

"Can't I go to the dessert shop and buy you chocolate?"

"No."

He sighed, "Can't you exchange it for another gift?"

"No matter, I just want chocolate, I just want chocolate made by you, I want, I want, I want, I want..."

"Go down, die again!"

This is the fucking office, if the teacher bumps into him, he will lose face in the future.

The other party yelled: "Why do other people have chocolate, I want it too, and I want to have what others have."

"You primary school student, do you compare yourself to this kind of thing?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The other party buried his face in his neck and began to cry hypocritically.

He was speechless, Gojo Satoru, who was 1.9 meters tall, threw himself into his arms and acted like a baby. The scene itself was very strange.

A long time ago, Xiao Wu threw himself into his arms and cried like this, with the same purpose, to win his sympathy by pretending to be miserable.

He heard the teachers' footsteps and conversations outside the door, and was a little scared, so he could only nod quickly: "Okay, I'll do it for you."

The other party changed his face in a second, "Yeah, wife, you are the best~"

After getting the promise, the other party let him go triumphantly, and ran to the side to post an ins: "I'll have chocolate soon!"

As for being so happy?

But what about chocolate?He had to go home and look through the recipes.

Before leaving, Gojo Satoru tried to persuade him again: "Should we skip school and go on a date tomorrow Christmas?"

"I've said it all, I never play truant."

"Ah, is it?" The other party pondered for a moment, "Just wait, I will definitely find a way to get you to go on a date with me tomorrow."

Early the next morning, Shinohara Toki also stared at the dark circles under his eyes, and put a carefully packaged box in Gojo Satoru's desk.

Just to make chocolate, he was busy in the apartment all night last night. Because the cooking noise was too loud, the neighbors upstairs thought he was dismembering his body in the kitchen and almost called the police.

His cooking skills are not very good, but this time he followed the recipe, so there should be no mistakes, right?

After a while, Gojo Satoru came to the classroom, took out the box from the desk, and couldn't help shouting: "Look, my wife made me chocolates!"

People around heard the shout and came forward one after another.

"Wow, senior, someone really made you chocolate?"

"Senior, give us a taste."

"No." Gojo Satoru was busy taking pictures and posting on ins, too lazy to pay attention to everyone's inquiries, "My wife made it for me, why should I share it with you?"

"However, it says on the box - 'Please share with your classmates, don't eat alone'."

"No, go away."

"Senior, don't be so stingy, just one—"

Under everyone's begging, Gojo Satoru reluctantly put the box on the desk, intending to share it with everyone.

But when the box was opened, everyone fell silent.

There were dozens of pieces of chocolate in the box, but each piece was crooked in shape, and exuded a strange burnt smell, as if something had died.

"...Senior, is this really chocolate?"

"It's too dark..."

Wujo Wujo was extremely upset to see them covering their noses and showing disgusted expressions.

"What's your attitude? My wife makes the most delicious food. He kindly shares it with you. Don't be ungrateful."

Everyone shook their heads and backed away in fear: "No, we won't eat."

"Oh, it's late." He sneered, "Don't leave, sit down for me, and let me taste this box of chocolates carefully."

"Senior, don't—"

"After eating, each of you should write a [-]-word thank you letter to my wife, thanking him for dedicating such delicious food to you. I will kill anyone who refuses to eat it."

An hour later, Shinohara Totoya came to the third grade classroom and found that the classroom was empty.

Everyone was gone, only Gojo Satoru was left obediently sitting in his seat, and greeted him enthusiastically: "Hi, wife~"

What's the situation, why is there no one during class time, did they play truant?

He wondered, "Why are you the only one, and the other students?"

The other party smiled and held his chin, "They, they ate your chocolate, and they all got food poisoning."

"Ok?"

"Really, they just had collective food poisoning, and now they are all staying in the dormitory to rest."

"..."

"Ms. Ye Moth found out about this and gave our third grade students a vacation."

Gojo Satoru said, stepped forward and put his arms around his neck, and happily kissed his forehead, "I told you a long time ago, I must find a way to let you go on a date with me, you see, I keep my word .”

"...You didn't poison them with food on purpose, did you?"

"Come on, today is Christmas, where are we going?"

Sure enough, his cooking skills are still so bad, the biscuits he made five years ago almost poisoned Biyangqi.

But this time, even though he followed the recipe, he actually ate dead people?He must be cursed.