Will he come back?
Young Master Wutiao grew up so big that he understood what "uneasy" was.
He was honestly locked up at home for a week of "confinement", he didn't sneak out and didn't act like a demon, got up early to exercise and went to bed early, ate three meals a day normally, and occasionally complimented the maid, so honestly, the council asked him to talk to him again. , asked around the corner if he had any other needs.
The subtext is - are you not sick?
Wutiaowu: "..."
Wutiaowu: "I want to go back to class."
Council: "?"
Wutiaowu: "But I still have to live at home, I don't care, you can find a way." The
old men breathed a sigh of relief.
...oh, it's him.
Still unreasonable.
Master Gojo was doing well, but that person never showed up again. One week, two weeks, three weeks...
A month later, Gojo Satoru became restless again.
He started to ignore anyone with a stinky face again, skip classes and hang out with no purpose, and later developed into not going to school at all, losing his temper, shutting himself in the room, burying his head in sleep, and refusing to eat.
On the third day of Master Gojo's hunger strike, the sliding door was pushed open as the sun went down.
He buried his head in the quilt. In fact, he saw someone coming from outside the door long ago. He coughed twice, pretending to be reserved, and stroked his sleepy hair.
He opened the quilt, intending to have a perfect goodbye -
then, saw the man open the drawer by the bed.
Inside was the wreckage of a large pile of pudding packaging.
Fresh out of the oven, ironclad proof.
Wutiaowu: "..."
Wutiao Wu vowed: "Can pudding be considered a meal? No, yes, no."
Seeing that the hunger strike plan was about to roll over, Wujiao Wu tutted, and simply put down his body, intending to mess around, "I don't care! You come at least once a week, or I will Hunger strike - I will only eat pudding instead of food in the future!"
They looked at each other.
Speechless.
The air was silent.
After a while - the man still turned around.
"Hey!!" Master Wujo was anxious, he sat up and went to pull the man's clothes.
"Please." Grabbing the fabric with his fingers, he whispered, "...Please."
He opened his mouth, but he didn't say the words "don't go" in the end.
Maybe it's because he didn't say it.
The fabric slipped from his fingertips, and the man finally left.
The door was empty, only the blood-colored sunset fell on the clouds.
At that moment, Gojo Satoru felt that there was something empty in his chest.
He took a deep breath, raised his hand and ruffled his hair, first annoyed, then irritable, then angry, and finally powerless and sad.
Long-lasting negative emotions are compressed into a rich black color, which the body naturally converts into magic power, but it radiates out continuously and uncontrollably.
He remained in that position for a long time, then fell back slumped and lay on the bed, covering his eyes with the quilt.
The maid knocked on the door, "Master, it's dinner time..."
Gojo Go: "Go away."
This time, he really stopped eating.
A body strengthened by mantra power is more resistant than ordinary people, so Wujo Wu can actually go without food for many days without any problem, but this time, Master Wujo also withdrew the mana power.
He curled up under the quilt in a fit of anger and fell asleep, and no one got up.
On the first day of skipping meals, my stomach growled.
The second day of skipping meals...the next day hasn't arrived yet.
At noon on the second day of the hunger strike, Gojo Satoru tucked a piece of cardboard into his bed.
[Two weeks]
Master Wutiao half-opened his eyes and sullenly opened the quilt a crack.
"No." He hummed, "A week and a half."
The cardboard said, [How about dinner? 】
Master Wutiao turned over and muttered.
"...You feed me."
From that day on, Gojo Satoru had a mysterious partner.
If he didn't eat well during the day, crooked pudding appeared on the bedside, triple sugar, so sweet.
He couldn't sleep at night, and there would be a person squatting beside the bed, following his back and holding his hand.
After a week like this, Young Master Wu Tiao is still listless, he doesn't eat well, and he doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, and the dark circles under his eyes are getting worse and worse.
Until another sleepless night, the man lifted his quilt - ignoring his desire to hide and hide, he forcefully pulled out a few packets of super-strong black coffee from the cracks in the mattress.
Gojo Satoru: "..."
Gojo Young Master tried to pretend not to see, "Huh? Whose is this? What's going on, it must be Riko, Riko—" The
white mask sat opposite him, watching him without speaking.
"..." Gojo Satoru looked away and muttered in a low voice, "Isn't that enough?"
"You're here all the time, can't you?"
The man shook his head and wrote on the cardboard.
【no】
[Obvious]
Wujo Satoru has never heard anyone's words in his life.
But for some reason, he still threw all the black coffee in the trash.
The boy didn't speak, just hugged him gently.
Wujo Wu paused for a long time, and finally raised a hand and hugged it back.
Two minutes later, the teenager released him and took away two plates of dark chocolate that were very hidden from him.
Wutiao Wu: "..."
You are cruel.
The plan of pretending to be pitiful failed completely. Young Master Wujo was absent-mindedly thinking about other plans, and suddenly a cool touch came from his forehead - he regained his senses, and the young man stretched out his hand and gave him a brain break.
Wutiao Wu: "???"
The person who dares to blow his head, there is still in this world - the
young master Wujiao was about to get angry, the man shook his head and continued to write on the cardboard.
[Don't make a fuss]
I couldn't hold the pen steadily, my neck was covered in cold sweat, and the words I wrote pulled out a few twists and turns.
Gojo Satoru instantly went out.
He covered his forehead and muttered, "I see."
The next day, Master Wujo went to school after a long absence.
Since the pinch-off incident, some people in the school were afraid of him dying, while others worshiped him even more, and it seemed that some kind of support club had been established, but these had nothing to do with Gojo Satoru.
With his hands in his pockets, he sat on the seat with a stinky face, and the group leader came to collect his homework tremblingly, "That, Wutiao..."
Wutiao Shou raised his neck and wanted to glance at him, halfway through his movements, then paused, He forced the corners of his mouth to turn into a "kind" smile.
"Ah...what's the matter?"
Team leader: "..." The
team leader screamed and ran away, throwing all the homework on his desk.
Gojo Satoru: ?
Gojo Satoru picked up a copy of the book, and started copying it.
Campus life can't be said to be smooth, nor can it be said to be unhappy, mainly because these things don't matter to Gojo Satoru.
He ran from the mountain to the mountain to go to school every day, and then ran from the mountain back to the mountain at night to sleep. He ate three meals a day on time, drank a glass of hot milk before going to bed, then turned off the lights and closed his eyes, looking out the window in the direction of the door.
Most of the time, no one comes, but at least once a week, mostly on weekends, Master Gojo drew a small calendar on the table, wrote down the time when the person came, and tried to find a pattern.
Then Master Wujo discovered that the rule was that he was not very happy during those times.
This discovery made Gojo Satoru a little uncomfortable.
So the next time we meet, Gojo Satoru suddenly interrupted when he was about to talk about the gossip he heard from the maid or Xia Ji after finishing his boring week of school life.
"Sunday."
The man turned his face in his direction.
"Sunday." Gojo Satoru repeated, "I'm moving out, you can come every Sunday."
Young Master Gojo didn't face him, but he was actually looking at his face very carefully - although he Only a white mask can be seen.
He tried to see a little bit of disappointment in the details and body language, no matter how uncomfortable or hesitant - but no, nothing.
The other party just nodded and wrote a word on the cardboard.
[Good]
Wutiao Wu: "...Not good."
Mysterious man: [? 】
Gojo Satoru grabbed the piece of paper with a blank expression, rubbed it and tore it into pieces, and said loudly, "I can't say it -- I won't move out! If you don't move, you won't be mad at you! "
Mysterious Man: [...]
The author has something to say: I don't have enough time to write and remember... But for the sake of sugar, light and light stew...
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