Chapter 34

After coming out of the dormitory, Geto Xiayou found that his three classmates were not there. He called and learned about the situation and immediately rushed to the infirmary. Geto

Xiayou asked worriedly, "Rin, what's wrong?"

Gojo Satoru was cold all over, leaning against the wall outside the infirmary, looking at his friend deeply, then put his tongue on his palate and replied lightly, "I don't know, Nozomi said she fell asleep."

Just in the girl's room, he took a casual look and found that there were many strange curse cores on the table, so it was not difficult to guess that the experiment was probably related to Geto.

Geto had a secret, and it was a secret belonging to the two of them. This sounded really uncomfortable to him.

"Next time, let's share more." Geto Xiayou thought it was because of the high frequency of tasks during this period, so he sighed lightly and leaned against the wall outside like Gojo Satoru.

"It's nothing serious." Ieiri Naoko opened the door of the infirmary and explained to the two people, especially Gojo Satoru: "She has overdrawn a lot of cursed power and has not rested well recently. The low body temperature is probably caused by drinking too much reliever."

She remembered that her friend had mentioned it before. Drinking too much reliever also has side effects. The initial stage is low body temperature and then long sleep.

Ieiri Naoko lowered her eyebrows slightly, feeling a little sad. This person really doesn't care about his body.

Sure enough, no sorcerer is normal. She should have thought of this a long time ago.

Xiayou Jie: "Did she drink too much reliever?"

Ieiri Naoko nodded: "It seems that she should have drunk a lot recently."

Gojo Satoru licked his teeth and said depressedly and helplessly: "So she really fell asleep?" Ieiri

Naoko closed the door of the infirmary and glanced at the white-haired boy: "Let's go, let her have a good rest."

Today is a rare rest day. Ieiri Naoko returned to the dormitory to catch up on sleep, and Xiayou Jie and Gojo Satoru returned to their room to play video games.

Gojo Satoru played for

a while and then threw the controller away. He leaned back, half-lying on the floor with his elbows, and asked his friend beside him bluntly: "Jie, are you hiding any secrets from us?" Xiayou Jie's movements on the keys froze, and then he pretended to be calm and asked back: "Why do you ask that?"

Gojo Satoru stared at his expression for a while, and tutted unhappily.

Sure enough, there was something hidden from them, and only those two people knew it.

Xiayou Jie: "?"

Why was he angry?

Huhu tilted his head in confusion.

The packed meals from the cafeteria were still steaming, and Gojo Satoru walked quickly through the wooden corridor carrying a paper bag.

In the infirmary, Feng Zaolin slowly opened his eyes, stared at the pure white ceiling and was stunned for a moment, then realized where he was, and felt a little amused.

The plastic lunch box hit the folding table heavily, and the hot porridge in the takeout box trembled slightly and hit the tamagoyaki on the side.

When Feng Haya Rin stood up by supporting herself on the mattress, she was facing the taut jawline of the boy standing against the light: "Satoru?"

Gojo Satoru looked down at the girl sitting on the bed with a cold face, and said nothing.

What's wrong with him? Does he

look very angry?

Silence fermented in the smell of disinfectant.

The girl's silence was like adding fuel to the fire, and Gojo Satoru felt even angrier.

Damn it, the more I think about it, the angrier I am. I will definitely ignore her this time. It's the kind of anger that can't be appeased no matter how I coax her, even if Rin acts like a spoiled child!

Feng Haya Rin changed her posture, resting her elbows on the dining table and dragging her cheek, staring at the boy who was COSing a wooden man beside the bed with interest.

Gojo Satoru continued to stare with his cat eyes wide open.

Six eyes were flowing with ice-blue fragments of light under the long frosty white eyelashes.

"Satoru, how long are you going to stand there?" Feng Haya Rin was amused and spoke first: "Don't you want to come and sit?"

Gojo Satoru glanced at her lightly, as if he had decided to go into a cold war.

Seeing that he was unmoved, Feng Hayabarin began to think about what to buy to coax him this time.

Would ten boxes of edamame cream flavored Kikufuku be effective?

Before she could come up with a plan, she found that the position beside the bed had collapsed, and the boy had already sat over with a sullen face.

Although she said something fishy, ​​her body was honest. Feng Hayabarin smiled even happier.

Facing such a bright smile, Gojo Satoru subconsciously wanted to curl the corners of his lips, but when he raised his lips, he suddenly remembered that he was still angry, and tried to suppress the corners of his lips: "I... am still angry."

After saying that, he nodded, emphasizing that he was really angry.

So cute.

Feng Hayabarin took out a candy from his pocket, peeled it and put it to the boy's lips, and asked with a smile: "Then what should we do?"

Gojo Satoru opened his mouth skillfully, his cheeks bulged slightly from eating candy, and he said coldly: "Go to Ginza with me next month."

Feng Hayabarin was a little surprised.

This request was not very difficult. When there were no tasks in the past, everyone would play games in the dormitory or hang out on the streets of Tokyo.

"Just the two of us!" Gojo Satoru thought of something and quickly added another sentence.

Feng Hayabarin: "Okay."

Agreeing to the conditions is like giving him a thumbs up.

The white-haired DK, who was angry as a pufferfish just now, instantly switched to cute cat mode and pulled open the takeout bag that had just been placed on the small table: "I'll feed you."

The moment the lid was opened, the white porridge steamed up.

Feng Hayabarin continued to nod, indicating that it was no problem. Gojo Satoru

scooped up a full spoonful of hot porridge and put it to her lips.

Feng Hayabarin raised her hand to tuck the hair on her temples behind her ears and opened her mouth obediently. As

soon as the porridge entered her mouth, she paused for a moment, and finally swallowed it as if nothing had happened.

Six eyes caught the slight tremor in the girl's throat when she swallowed. Although Gojo Satoru looked normal on the surface, when he entered the infirmary, his six eyes automatically focused on the girl.

Could it be that the porridge in the cafeteria today was not cooked well?

He was a little confused and naturally scooped up a spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth.

"If it's hot, just refuse it directly!" Gojo Satoru swallowed the porridge in his mouth and said dissatisfiedly.

This porridge should have just been cooked not long ago. It is still a little hot when you take a bite.

Feng Zaolin's eyes are erratic, and her hair brushes across the hot ear tips. She stumbles and says, "It's... okay..."

Now it's not a question of whether the porridge is hot or not.

"What a ghost!" Gojo Satoru snorted and pointed, "You should tell me directly!"

After that.

He still felt a little aggrieved. He always felt that Rin would not tell him a lot of things. Why didn't she tell him that she and Jie had a secret

? Didn't she have a crush on him? Why didn't she confess to him? He has taken the initiative! Isn't it obvious?

Feng Zaolin looked at the cat's eyes that were as bright as light bulbs and was speechless for three seconds.

Is it that important? Didn't she just say that the porridge was hot?

She said helplessly, "Okay, I'll tell you directly next time."

The girl's sweet voice interrupted the messy and wild thoughts in Gojo Satoru's head.

Rin must still like him, and must still be too shy. He should be generous and give her some more time.

"You must tell me everything in the future." The cat has an active mind and straightforward emotions. He always says whatever he thinks.

Feng Haya Rin hummed, pulled the bag next to him, and rummaged inside.

"What are you looking for?" Gojo Satoru leaned over.

Feng Haya Rin: "Looking for a spoon."

Gojo Satoru raised his hand and said, "It's in my hand."

"No, there's your saliva." Feng Haya Rin promised him to speak directly if he had something to say, so he didn't save any face at all.

Gojo Satoru's cheeks puffed up, and he said sadly: "You are dislike me!"

Feng Haya Rin replied calmly: "Yes."

Although his tone was sad, Gojo Satoru's eyes were full of smiles. He acted like a spoiled child and said, "No matter what, you promised to let me feed you!"

Feng Haya Rin turned his face away and pretended that he didn't hear it. Gojo Satoru didn't care.

He has always been the kind of willful character who will not give up until he achieves his goal.

He continued his feeding task very naturally. Compared with his previous careless behavior, he knew to stir the porridge with a spoon to dissipate the heat this time. After making sure the temperature was about right, he scooped up the porridge and sent it to the girl's lips.

The girl who took food from his hand bit by bit was like a small animal, full of well-behaved and harmless.

It was really cute~

Soon, Feng Haya Rin couldn't bear it anymore and said unhappily: "If you feed me again, I will starve to death first."

It was no surprise that the young master Gojo, who didn't know how to take care of people, was despised. The girl chose to grab the spoon and eat by herself.

Gojo Satoru let go very wisely. It's okay to play, but if he continued

, it would be Rin's turn to ignore him. If Rin ignored him, he would be very sad.

Feng Haya Rin felt alive only after eating a full bowl of porridge. By the way, he finished the freshly baked tamagoyaki and put down his chopsticks with satisfaction.

Gojo Satoru removed the dining table and takeout box without even looking up.

Feng Haya Rin curiously glanced at his mobile phone screen, on which was a huge round greedy snake eating.

"Aren't you going to ask me what I'm doing?" She was really curious. The boy, who was usually as curious as a cat, hadn't asked a single question until today.

"If I ask, will you tell me?" The snake on the screen slammed into the wall, and Gojo Satoru looked up from the phone screen.

"Maybe?" Feng Hayabusa Rin hesitated.

Because it was not her business, she always felt bad to tell others without permission.

After all, the person involved, Geto Suguru, didn't seem to want everyone to know.

"Then tell me when you want to." Gojo Satoru stretched out his

hand and pinched her cheek, feeling it was fun. "Let go, your face hurts!" Feng Hayabusa Rin waved away her rebellious hand, her almond eyes widened.

"I'm not a bad guy who forces Rin. You know, the handsome, rich, and powerful Gojo Satoru is super popular~~" Gojo Satoru pointed at his pretty face and said proudly.

Kazehayarin rubbed her cheek and said in a disdainful voice: "You are narcissistic, Satoru."

Gojo Satoru raised her eyebrows and smiled sweeter than Kikufuku: "I am not narcissistic. The JKs chasing me are lining up from Tokyo to Osaka."

"Oh, really?"

Kazehayarin restrained her smile a little, and said with a smile that did not reach her eyes: "Then Gojo-kun is indeed very popular."

Gojo Satoru: "Huh?"

Kazehayarin: "In that case, Gojo-kun should make an appointment with other JKs in Ginza. I won't waste your precious time."

Gojo Satoru caught the point and responded quickly: "No! You promised me!!" Kazehayarin

smiled slightly and said mercilessly: "I regret it." Gojo Satoru,

whose emotional intelligence focuses on participation, suddenly realized at this moment that the other party seemed angry. Did he say something wrong?