Social terror players, forced to become king

Gojo Satoru's behavior vividly demonstrated what it means to love vegetables and eat at the same time. He was obviously so hot that he couldn't stop breathing, but he still ate a whole box of meat boiled in a spicy pot.

Qi Gongcheng raised his chopsticks, and suddenly said: "Teacher Wutiao, there is a question that I have wondered for a long time."

"Huh?" The white-haired teacher, who is a carnivore, put a piece of shrimp slip into his mouth, and made an indistinct voice from his throat to express his doubts.

"That is, since the teacher has a 24-hour all-round, no dead angle, no lower limit technique, how do you eat with chopsticks?" Qi Gongcheng picked up the fat beef in the spicy pot, dipped it in the sesame sauce Dip, "Are the chopsticks and food not repelled?"

"It's easy to control the scope of this kind of thing." Gojo Gojo's originally moist lips were smudged brightly by the spicy oil, and he put down his chopsticks, "For example..."

The white-haired young man stood up and leaned over the table and the dishes on it.

Qi Gongcheng saw sharply that the heat of the hot pot stopped abruptly when it reached a certain distance from the opponent's body, as if encountering an invisible obstacle, it dispersed to both sides.

A shadow covered his face, and the other party pressed his shoulder without hindrance, and the distance between the two suddenly narrowed.

However, when he raised his eyes, he could only see the lower half of the opponent's face covered by the black eyepatch, with a straight nose and sharp features.

Only the lips were unnaturally bright red.

"It's like this." Gojo Satoru said, "With a little adjustment, you can freely control the coverage of the infinite spell."

The man ran down the boy's shoulder with his other hand, and held his right hand, the fingertips felt smooth.

The five fingers easily slid across the opponent's undefended and relaxed wrist.

"Open your hands." Perhaps it was because too much chili was put in the hot pot, the young man's voice was a little hoarse.he ordered softly.

Curious about what the man wanted to do, Nangong Makoto opened his palm obediently as he wanted.

With their fingertips facing each other, they slid down slightly, and they fit together tightly.Fingers crossed, like two matching gears, just like this.

"I really touched it." Makoto Qigong was a little surprised. After all, as the most powerful conjurer, he casually removed his protection from a student who was not a simple student—it seemed that Gojo Satoru would indeed do it. What happened.

Gojo Satoru looked at the boy's slightly widened eyes with satisfaction, and found his own reflection in those blue eyes and those mysterious geometric patterns.

"In a sense, your body now has 'no lower limit', so you should be able to see it?" Gojo Satoru said.

"Ah, indeed." If you take out the things that are deliberately ignored by your subconscious mind and look at them carefully, Qi Gongcheng, who has the "God's Righteous Eye", can easily see the thin layer of mantra covering the two of them. .

There are no lower-limit spells that countless conjurers can't break through, but the mantra used is so shallow that ordinary conjurers may not be able to observe it with the naked eye.Gojo Satoru with six eyes is really a well-deserved genius.

Probably, this is the son of the game planner.

The light blue mantra is like a soft light, enveloping the two of them, as if the player should belong to this world.

Maintaining the movement of clasping fingers, Gojo Satoru and the boy with silver-gray hair lightly pressed into the boiling pot.

Qi Gongcheng: "?!"

And their hands didn't dip into it, but made a depression visible to the naked eye, and there seemed to be an invisible substance in the middle to isolate the heat and soup, and the sleeves were naturally not dirty.

"It's like this, do you feel the 'no lower limit' trait in yourself?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Qi Gongcheng hurriedly replied, retreating from the chair and pulling the other party's hand vigorously away from the innocent hot pot.

Even knowing that the hot pot can't be destroyed theoretically, this kind of behavior is still quite outrageous!

Respect for food is everyone's responsibility.

Gojo Satoru's posture is across a table, arching his body to avoid the pot on the table, with one hand on the boy's shoulder to maintain balance, and the other hand clasped on the boy's left hand.

Unfortunately, the ground was just dragged by Qi Gongcheng during the day, and it was a little smooth at this time.

Therefore, the step he took back directly caused the white-haired young man to lean forward uncontrollably, his feet slipped, and he fell forward.

The conjurer's superb balance ability prevented the tragedy of their foreheads hitting their foreheads. However, Gojo Satoru's face turned away at the last moment, but brushed against the boy's face.

The no-lower-limit technique enveloped the two of them, so his lips directly brushed the other's face that might cause a disturbance if it was placed outside.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Qi Gongcheng froze on the spot.

Gojo Satoru, he didn't wipe his mouth! !

His face is the basis of supernatural abilities that can be called top-level lethality, and it is a precious item that is protected by layers of protection in Hong Kong and black.The last time he dared to touch his face was Aoi Todo who was collectively disliked by Tokyo and Kyoto schools.

After reacting, he subconsciously pushed the person away.

Gojo Satoru stood up straight easily, and the original no lower limit was also retracted by him to the usual range.

He didn't feel any problem at all. Looking at Qi Gongcheng who was wiping his face desperately with a tissue, he sat down as if nothing had happened, and added fuel to the fire: "I just accidentally touched it, Cheng-chan looks like a little girl." .”

"So, your technique," Qi Gongcheng put down the tissue after finally wiping it down, asked gloomily, "Is it called 'no lower limit' because you are a person with no lower limit?"

"How could it be?" Gojo Satoru raised his chopsticks, picked up the largest piece of meat on it, and said seriously, "I am a good citizen who is brave enough to do justice today, and the police station owes me a pennant."

Makoto Qigong: "..."

That night, perhaps because there was still a task, Gojo Satoru was not so thick-skinned as to stay overnight, which greatly relieved Qi Gongcheng.

Day two.

With no tasks or homework, Makoto Qigong lay happily at home, playing soap operas on TV, and playing games of this era, and a whole day passed.

At night, he stood by the window of the bedroom, and before drawing the curtains, he habitually let his sight go, allowing the scope of the Prosthetic Eye of God to extend.

However, what he saw caught Qi Gongcheng's eyes.

Outside Dr. Ali's door, two cars were slowly leaving.

In one of the cars sat "Haihara Ai" and a woman with blond hair, a high nose and deep eyes.Another car followed, a man with glasses and curly brown hair.

Qi Gongcheng had some impressions of the blond woman, who seemed to be the newly transferred English teacher that Mao Lilan had mentioned to him once.

It's just that Haibara Ai, also known as Shirley, has been inseparable from Edogawa Conan and Dr. Ari.And, as a first-year student of Didan High School, how could he go out alone with a high school teacher on such a night?

Qi Gongcheng went downstairs and opened the garage, revealing a red streamlined motorcycle inside.

This was a gift given to him by Zhongyuan Zhongye on a festival before. After experiencing the copy of Hong Kong Hei, he remembered the contact information of the other party, and the two had some email exchanges.

Qi Gongcheng stepped up, put on the helmet and leather gloves, and started the engine.

As expected of Chuya Nakahara, who loves drag racing all the year round, the performance of the motorcycle given to him is also first-class.

Accompanied by the cool night wind, the car drove away from the alley where the main house was located with just one touch of the accelerator.As if from God's perspective, Qi Gongcheng followed the two cars from a distance along different roads, and when they finally came into his sight, even Qi Gongcheng was stunned for a while.

Because as the vehicle appeared, it was the names of the three NCs above their heads.

In the car in front, the blond woman's name was Judy St. Timillion, and Haibara was sitting in the co-pilot.And the name above the head of the man in the car behind is Shinde Tomoaki.

However, what is annoying is that there are brackets after the names of these three people, and their real names are written on them.They are Judy Steining, Conan Edogawa, and Sharon Wynyard.

So, what's the drag event today?

Makoto Qigong fell into deep thought, looked at the time, and it didn't come to the so-called Halloween in this world.

The players didn't understand, and the players said they were greatly shocked.