The Strongest Shikigami Sasuke-kun

Fu Heihui was confused.

He felt that he was just quietly being a college student—attending classes on time every day, going out to exorcise curses from time to time, enduring Wutiao’s occasional strange teaching methods, and regularly contacting the seniors and sisters of the second grade. It stands to reason that he should Had a fairly easy time.

But he feels a little stressed recently.

The main reason is that Zenyuan Maki and the three left the high school, and Gojo Satoru seems to be fascinated by role-playing again recently.

Along with the third-year scales, the fourth-year students are basically equivalent to quasi-professionals. They spend less time in school than outside, and their sense of presence is very weak.

When they left, Fu Heihui didn't send them off either—there was nothing to send them off, and it wasn't about going on a trip or doing something important, as long as they could return to the high school wholeheartedly, it would be a victory.

He just took a practical lesson with the three of the second graders.

Atsushi Kusakabe also approached Gojo Satoru, and asked the other party to come and sharpen their guns for the last time, so that these students should be more vigilant, and don't relax their spirits when they go out suddenly-the dog roll is already a quasi-level one, although Zenyuan Maki has no rating Looking up, his strength is almost at the second level like that of a panda, and it is difficult for him to gain an overwhelming advantage over these few students by himself.

Gojo Satoru agreed to come down and Fukuihui didn't find it strange, what was strange was the reaction of the other party and the second grader.

That actual combat class was filled with a strange atmosphere from the beginning to the end—Gojo Satoru seemed a little careless, but this was normal, Zenyuan Maki once looked at the other party with a mixture of admiration and disdain.

Goujuan and Panda even stood aside and whispered at the beginning, but when he looked over, he looked like nothing happened.

"You guys can't do this," Gojo Satoru seemed to fully understand what was going on with these people, and said a few unclear words before doing it, "Sasuke will be unhappy."

Fu Heihui was at a loss.

Fu Heihui felt excluded.

Why did the other three people seem to know what Wujo-sensei was talking about, and once again showed an expression similar to "you are the culprit".

Speaking of which, he hasn't seen Mr. Uchiha for a while.

When Gojo Satoru casually threw him into the ground, Fuguro Hui thought.

So after several second-grade students were taken away by Atsuya Kusakabe, he asked where they were going.

Then the white-haired man showed a subtle smile on his face, as if he suddenly thought of something particularly interesting, and then asked him abruptly, "Speaking of which, has Hui ever been in love?"

Fu Heihui's face turned green.

He thought of Zenyuan Maki's sympathetic expression when he left just now, as well as the earnest but vague warning from the other party (Wu likes acting a little bit recently, please bear with it), and suddenly there is a kind of enlightenment that is blessed to the soul.

With that expression on Mr. Wujo's face, isn't it because he wants to play an excellent adult who cares about the emotional life of the guardian?

Gojo Satoru asked Fugurohui for no other meaning at all, just because the other party mentioned Sasuke, he was in a good mood and just casually cared about it.

——He has already acquiesced that he and Sasuke are in a relationship.The future romantic relationship, the one with a [-]% probability.

After all, everything that should be confirmed has been confirmed, and what should be tested has also been tested. The rest is just a matter of time.

Gojo Satoru hummed a little tune and threw his coat on the sofa, opened the refrigerator and made himself a glass of iced Americano with extra cream, and ran to the side of the sofa with the glass to deal with piles of documents.

Associations, five families, colleges...

The coffee table in the living room was violently thrown out by him some time ago, knocking a hole in the wooden floor, and there was nothing wrong with it.

But Gojo Satoru felt that since it had already been dropped once, it would be better to get a new one, which would suit his height and allow him to move his office to the living room.

"Sasuke~" He held his chin with a smile, and greeted the black-haired boy who had just entered the door, "Welcome back~"

The voice was light and soft, like the kind of cotton candy sold in amusement parks, trembling in the air sweetly.

Sasuke was carrying his schoolbag and glanced at him silently.

Then, as if thinking of something, he turned around with a displeased expression, and went straight back to his room.

Probably still arguing.

It's been days.

But compared to before, there is still progress, Wujo Wuxiang.

When ordinary people realize that they like someone, most of them will go through a tangled and sweet psychological process. They don’t know what to do to attract the attention of the other person. At the same time, they feel that the object of their hearts has their own aura no matter what they do. ,Fascinating.

Gojo Satoru has nothing to do with ordinary people, so he doesn't spend any time worrying about how to catch Uchiha Sasuke's eyes (or, to put it bluntly, chase him).

Sasuke is not a sloppy character, and Gojo Satoru doesn't like to look forward and backward and hesitate.

——Now it seems that the effect is actually quite good. Sasuke has a very special feeling for the action of poking his forehead. Seeing him with a bad expression in the past few days probably just feels awkward in his heart. It’s not like when they first met, they just touched casually There will be a killing intent on the forehead.

He doesn't care who left this impression on Sasuke (most likely Sasuke's unknown brother), Gojo Goso.If this influence cannot be eliminated, let the other party associate this influence with himself and become another special existence.

The white-haired man poured the last bit of coffee from the cup into his mouth, stretched his waist, and walked to Sasuke's room with slippers on.

"Sasuke~" he called lazily, stretched out his hand and scratched the door twice, "Come out."

Soon, the doorknob was pushed down by the force from the inside, and there was a snap. Uchiha Sasuke stood at the door with a calm face and looked up at Gojo Satoru.

"What's up?"

He obviously wanted to stare at him just now, but now he acts as if nothing had happened.

Gojo Satoru pouted in his heart.

It would have been nice if he had violated the agreement with Sasuke a little at the beginning, and felt the other party's mood through restraint.There is no need to guess whether my actions at that time have affected the other party.

The heartbeat is the heartbeat, Sasuke is still quite difficult to deal with, he obviously looks good when he smiles, but he looks indifferent every day.

——In the eyes of Gojo Satoshi, Sasuke is not to the point where he has a halo in everything he does.It's true that his heart is moved, and he really likes Sasuke, but if someone says that he can seek death and life for Sasuke now, Gojo Satoru can laugh himself out of his breath, and pat the other person on the shoulder and recommend him to write novels.

This can only happen in novels.

"I have something to do." He adjusted his glasses, revealing some clear pupils hidden behind the lenses, "I will discuss with you about the future."

But that's what makes it interesting.

It seems that if the game is not difficult, the excitement will be reduced. At that time, if Sasuke had agreed to him directly, Gojo Satoru felt that he might lose enthusiasm quickly.

Sasuke is like a seashell.If you want to open him, you have to cut the ligament of the shell directly and use violence to open the hard shell, so that he can never recover; or put the shell in warm water, and when he adapts to the safe and comfortable environment in the water, he will open himself. Open your arms and let the water touch the soft interior.

Gojo Satoru was sitting on the sofa next to Sasuke, reaching out to embrace Sasuke's shoulders as if with icy eyes, "Everyone who should know already knows~"

He spoke in a measured tone, as if waiting for Sasuke to praise him.

If the first method is successful, the shell is useless.will be thrown aside immediately.

Gojo Satoru's hand was lightly electrocuted—Sasuke grabbed his wrist, and a not-so-strong electric current was released from his palm, which only made his fingertips numb.

He continued to stretch out his hand as usual, and successfully touched the dark-haired boy's far shoulder.

While he wasn't able to pry open the shell directly, he managed to leave a little crack in it to allow the warm water to work faster.

Then when he feels that he will like Sasuke more and more, let him open himself up patiently and bit by bit.

"Have I not calmed down after being shocked for so long?" Gojo Satoru pointed at Sasuke's shoulder wrapped in a long-sleeved shirt. He rubbed against Sasuke's side, and raised the hand on the other's shoulder to Sasuke's face. "I'm going to have an electric shock in two days~"

Sasuke twitched his lips.

If Gojo Satoru changed his face somewhat, his anger would probably dissipate faster.Now it's almost a habit to be on and off.

He was shaken by Gojo Satoru's upper body, and angrily pushed the opponent's furry head to the side—much farther than before, and asked Gojo Satoru: "Didn't the second grade just leave?"

"I also have my own way," Gojo Wujo said triumphantly, "they are still too immature, and it's not natural for them to take the initiative to deceive people."

Wasn't it your five enlightenments that caused all this?

Sasuke was about to applaud his ability to open his eyes and talk nonsense.

"so what?"

Sasuke wouldn't mind calling Gojo Satoru again if he was called out just to say this.

"So I want to discuss with you what to do next." Gojo Satoru said eagerly, as if they were going to plan a grand celebration next.

—maybe it was pretty much the same for him.

He didn't know when there was another pile of snacks on the table in front of him, and now he leaned over to pick and choose, and he insisted on grabbing Sasuke with his hands.

"It's unlikely to come to me directly to test them out. They should still have some brains. At most, they just ask others to come over and provoke a few words." Gojo Satoru finally straightened up and leaned back on the soft sofa back, "But if I'm looking for you , will definitely let you set the restraint."

He stared at Sasuke over his glasses, trying to see how Sasuke would react to the incident.

After all, teenagers hate this kind of thing.

Sasuke didn't care much.

"When they stand in front of me, they are no longer irrelevant people." He said lightly.

It's not that he didn't think of it.But on the one hand, this kind of bondage is different from the bondage between him and Gojo Satoru. It does not threaten his survival in essence, and is extremely weak compared to the latter; It is another matter to fail to achieve the goal and use restraint to ensure that Sasuke will cooperate with them.

Not to take action against people with ambiguous positions and unknown friends and enemies is Sasuke's decision under the influence of Gojo Satoru.It's just that compared to Gojo Satoru's relatively cautious attitude in this kind of place, Sasuke is still more lawless.

But this time Gojo Satoru obviously didn't have any objections.

"Just don't play people stupidly," he reminded Sasuke, "These people probably don't have spells that can resist your ability, but I don't know what their spells are."

"They won't have a chance to use it," Sasuke said.

The expression on his face was arrogant and dignified, it seemed that he had never thought about the possibility of the illusion failing.

But Wujo Satoru really liked Sasuke's high-spirited look.

"It's best if you don't care about it," Gojo Satoru smiled relaxedly, "I will keep a distance from me in front of other people, doesn't Sasuke have anything to say?"

"Very good." Sasuke blinked and said intentionally.

They don't stay together every day and dangle around others, there is nothing to remind of such things.

"It makes me sad," the white-haired man said in a long voice, "I like Sasuke so much, but you want to keep a distance from me every day."

Sasuke ignored him.

It would be even better if Gojo Satoru could have a sense of distance in private.