My fish pond is not limited to the world of magic

The man sighed softly, and said in a deep voice, "He's not good either."

Hoshide Kazuya froze and buried his head even deeper.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand and lightly pressed on his head.His fingers were cold, and the boy could not help but tremble, curling up even more.The black hair covered with snow was soft, and the owner of the hair spat out an indistinct syllable following his movements.

Heavy snow fell on them all over the sky, the boy raised his eyes and looked at him cautiously, exactly the same as when they first met a year ago.

At that time, Gojo Satoru had just dealt with a special curse spirit that was making trouble in the urban area.He got rid of the curse spirit in the alley, and just as he turned around, a young man fell in front of him.

He fell to the ground without a sound, his hands were inserted into the snow, his head was lowered, and he didn't even utter a painful cry.His bangs drooped to cover his eyes, and his dark blue sportswear was soaked in dark red blood.Gojo Satoru looked down at the ground.The snow around the boy was mixed with dark red blood, and spread to the surroundings.

Was attacked by a curse spirit?still……

Just as he was thinking, the boy reached out his hand like lightning and grabbed his wrist suddenly.

Gojo Satoru was stunned, and looked at the hand that grabbed his wrist in some astonishment.The wrist bones are raised, the fingers are slender and slender, and on the back of the white hand, the blue blood vessels are slightly bulging due to exertion.The heat was transmitted to his wrist through the palm, and the heat spread to the fingertips and forearm.

Very strange feeling.

His eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes moved up the boy's arms and landed on his face.The young man just happened to raise his head at this time, his crimson eyes lit up with the only light in the snow that filled the sky.

Gojo Satoru's heart trembled.

Since No Lower Limit Art became a passive skill, he has not experienced this feeling of being caught off guard for eight years.The wrist was wrapped in the warm palm, and he slowly raised his hand, pressing down on the boy's head, the bottom of his hand was soft to the touch.The young man tilted his head, and looked at him with pure eyes, without any trace of malice.

"Brother..." He called out softly.

Gojo Satoru looked at him, his hands slid down the hair, and rested on the other's neck. He stroked the boy gently, but the five fingers around the neck gradually tightened.

He has six eyes and can see through other people's spells.So he was sure that this young man had the power of mantras, but no spells.

That would be weird.How did he break through his defense without warning?

The young man didn't seem to feel that his life was threatened, and he still looked at him intently, with a layer of water vapor gradually covering his eyes.Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes, relaxed his fingers, and stared at the bright red mark on the boy's fair neck.

"Why are you here?"

The boy's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he uttered a few fluttering words, rubbing them in the wind: "I don't know..."

The water vapor in the red pupils accumulated more and more.

"I... I have nowhere to go," the boy's voice choked up, and he looked at him earnestly, his wet eyes were like a puppy's, "Can you help me?"

Gojo Satoru's gaze moved away from the young man and landed on the snow beside him, a dark red spread around his left hand.

After a while, he raised the corner of his mouth and said in a relaxed tone, "Okay."

The sleeve was tugged, Gojo Satoru suddenly came back to his senses, Hoshidekazu was also looking at him.

The color of these eyes... seems to be darker than it was a year ago.

Such a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, and Wujo Wu was slightly startled.

"Teacher." Hoshide Kazuya tugged his sleeve again, and said in a soft voice, "Put on some clothes, don't get cold."

As he spoke, he took off the coat he was wearing and handed it to Gojo Satoru.

Afraid that he will be frozen?This is really... surprising.

The young man's thin body was crumbling in the cold wind, and there was a hint of flattery in his eyes.Gojo Satoru patted him on the head twice, pulling him up from the ground, "Kazuya is so gentle to the teacher—so touching."

After squatting on the ground for a long time, it is unavoidable that the legs are numb, and Xingchuhe was suddenly pulled up by him, and directly threw himself into his arms, looking up at him blankly, with a little shock and...

Well, probably turning around, I will complain to "Peak of Combat Power" like "My teacher fucked me again", right?

There was a hint of playfulness in the blue eyes hidden behind the sunglasses.

"Just as long as the teacher is happy." The duplicity boy had an awkward smile on his face. He borrowed his strength, straightened up, pulled the distance between the two of them, and hurriedly said, "Isn't there a mission? I'll go back and put on a coat first."

Want to get over missing two meals?

He pinched the boy's wrist and hooked his index finger.The pulse beat from the fingertips, short and strong, a little faster than usual.

It doesn't matter, anyway, there is no rush to settle the accounts, and it's good to save and clear together.Take your time, the "winter vacation" is still long.

"Hurry up, or it will be too late." He let go of his hand, twirled his fingertips, looked at the back of the hastily leaving, and shouted, "Going to Yokohama!"

Hoshide Kazuya slipped on the sole of his foot and staggered.

...to Yokohama! ?

Then why did he rush back from Yokohama at such a high risk! ?

Turning around the corner to avoid Gojo Satoru's sight, he angrily took out his cell phone to send a message.

And: ah ah ah ah I'm going to die of anger!Hot chicken teacher fucked me frequently this morning! ! !

Gojo Satoru looked at the news and raised his eyebrows.

Coincidentally, he was also a little upset by a student who was not well behaved this morning.

The peak of combat power: what's wrong?

While replying to the message, he raised his voice and shouted, "Kazuya, hurry up! Don't let me freeze for too long."

Then I saw a message pop up on the screen immediately——

And: Let's talk later.

Tactical pinnacle: ?

He: Mr. Trash is delicate and weak, I'm afraid he'll get sick from the cold.

Gojo Satoru chuckled and put on his coat.Warmth envelops the body, and the temperature of a teenager still remains on the jacket.He raised his neckline with his fingers, lowered his eyes, and put on his coat seriously.

If he didn't do this, his students would be worried—after all, he was delicate and weak and prone to illness.

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Hoshide Kazuya hurried back to the dormitory, put on his clothes and hurried back, Gojo Satoru was leaning against the door, his figure was slender, his head was lowered, his whole body exuded a lazy aura, almost blending in with the surrounding snow scene Together, it paints a heart-pounding picture.

His steps faltered, subconsciously even breathing lightly.However, at this time, the person he was looking at had raised his head, straightened up, and waved to him with a smile, "Yo, it's so slow."

The beautiful scenery shattered in an instant, and the feeling of heartbeat disappeared.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he ran over.

Gojo Satoru took out his hand from his pocket, held a bag of hand-torn bread between his fingers, and handed it to his eyes.He took the bread, blinked his eyes, and then felt his ears being pinched and twisted gently.

Gojo Satoru stared at him with his head down, rubbed his ears again, and said, "If you don't eat well next time..."

Xing Chuhe also nodded hastily, and said repeatedly: "No, no, never again."

As long as this person doesn't come to torment him early in the morning on a whim.

He tore open the bread package and asked casually, "What mission?"

"I want you to exorcise a special curse spirit."

"Myself?"

"Hmm~"

"What about you?"

"I'm going shopping."

With a mouthful of bread stuck in his throat, Xingchu Kazu also raised his head abruptly, staring at the young man in front of him.

"shop!?"