Chapter 35

Young Master Gojo was very confused, and inexplicably felt that the girl's smile was extremely creepy.

Feng Haya Rin thought that this guy was a fool, turned to face the wall, and only gave him a cold back of his head.

Gojo Satoru pulled the girl's hair, a little confused, and a little innocently said: "Are you angry?"

Feng Haya Rin slapped away the rebellious claws, and his voice was colder than the scalpel of glass: "No."

"Sure enough, you are angry." Gojo Satoru came to a conclusion, tilted his head and thought for a while, then reached out to hug the girl, put his head on her shoulder and asked seriously: "Did I say something wrong?"

The lavender scent mixed with the sweetness of cream went straight into people's noses, and the presence was very strong.

"Tell me~" Gojo Satoru rubbed his fluffy head against the girl's shoulder like a cat who was just acting coquettish.

Feng Haya Rin was stunned for a while, and suddenly burst out laughing, reached out and pressed his head, and did not answer his question but asked: "Did you spray perfume?"

Gojo Satoru shook his head blankly.

Although he is a young master, he is too lazy to be distracted by anything other than desserts, studying techniques and electrics, so naturally he has no concept of spraying perfume.

Why does he smell like lavender?

Feng Haya Rin felt a little strange, but it was not a big deal. She pried someone's hands apart, looked directly into those blue eyes and said, "I want to rest."

The implication was that he could leave.

Gojo Satoru's smile gradually disappeared, and he gritted his teeth and said slowly, "You let me go?"

"Yes." His crow-like eyelashes trembled, and Feng Haya Rin's eyes slightly raised: "I want to rest."

Gojo Satoru stood up and walked out with a sour face.

Feng Haya Rin pulled the quilt up and planned to sleep in the infirmary for a while.

"If you tell me to leave, I'll leave!" Gojo Satoru ran back with a cat face, hugged the girl and said, "I won't leave."

Feng Haya Rin: "..."

The pleasant smell of the girl made Gojo Satoru feel comfortable, and he took advantage of it and increased the strength of his arms, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones.

The distance between the two was compressed, and Feng Haya Rin was forced to put her cheek on his chest. The face-to-face hug was more intimate and ambiguous than when they were facing each other.

The heartbeat made her eardrums numb, and the boy's hot body temperature came through his uniform, as if his soul was hugged together.

"Do you want to strangle me?" The soft white hair rubbed the side of her neck, and Feng Haya Rin struggled and said, "Let go quickly."

The arm around her waist did not move at all, and the six-eyed magician buried his whole face in her neck and said, "No."

The boy's heartbeat was passionate and energetic, and the rhythm seemed to be the drumbeat of her deep emotions, hitting her already fragile heart again and again.

Finally, Fengzaorin gave up struggling and let the intimacy spread in this quiet atmosphere.

After a while, Gojo Satoru said sweetly, "Rin, you want to hug me too~"

The coquettish voice was as lingering as the melting chocolate syrup.

Ripples appeared in Fengzaorin's eyes. After hesitating for a while, she still reached out and circled the boy's waist.

The girl's response made the white-haired boy laugh as brilliantly as the ripples of a clear spring.

The whole world seemed to be still for a few seconds, leaving only their breathing and each other's heartbeats intertwined.

"Satoru." Fengzaorin tugged at the boy's clothes: "Let go first."

Gojo Satoru's eyes flashed, and although he was a little reluctant, he still obediently pulled some distance.

His long frosty eyelashes trembled, and he lowered his eyebrows and looked at her.

The blue pupils were like the clear blue sky, with no end in sight, but at this moment there was something else in his eyes.

Feng Zaolin's cheeks were stained with a light pink. After hesitating for a moment, she still asked, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

The girl's gentle voice with hidden expectations echoed in the infirmary, waiting for a reply.

"Yes!" Gojo Satoru nodded very straightforwardly, and then announced loudly: "You are not allowed to like Jie more than me, you can only like me the most!"

"..."

Feng Zaolin's smile froze.

She began to think about what this has to do with Jie? Shouldn't it be about the two of them?

Is this person really stupid or just pretending to be stupid?

Seeing that Feng Zaolin did not refute, Gojo Satoru counted on his fingers and continued, "And Nitro, Doraemon must be behind me!"

"Anything else?" Feng Zaolin smiled reluctantly, but still decided to give him another chance.

Gojo Satoru's blue eyes, like the clear sky, stared at her brightly: "Of course!"

Feng Zaolin blinked.

Gojo Satoru: "I bought a two-player game, let's go play it later!"

Feng Zaolin completely lost her expression, staring at the boy who kept talking about how fun the game was.

She squeezed out a word from between her teeth, "Get lost."

Gojo Satoru: "Huh?"

"I'm sleepy." Fenghaya Rin said expressionlessly, lying down and pulling the quilt over her head to refuse any communication.

Gojo Satoru's eyes widened, staring at the girl hiding in the quilt, and muttered with a hint of confusion and grievance: "What? I picked the game very carefully."

He really wanted to play games with Rin, the two of them together.

He wanted to pester her for a while, but then he remembered the purple under the girl's eyes, and curled his fingers lightly and pushed the small bulge on the bed: "Wu-chan, I'm sleepy too."

"Go to another bed." The girl's muffled voice came from the quilt. It was obviously a very impatient tone, but because it was under the quilt, it sounded like a spoiled child.

"No~" Gojo Satoru couldn't help laughing and climbed onto the bed by himself.

The evening sun slipped in through the crack of the door like a naughty elf, dyeing the ground an attractive orange-red.

The door of the infirmary was pushed open, and two figures walked in.

The room was silent. The purple-haired girl was sleeping on the inside of the bed. The white quilt wrapped her tightly, revealing only her face that was sleeping soundly, like a rabbit wrapped in cotton candy.

The white-haired boy next to her had one hand on the quilt covering the girl, and the other hand under his head as he lay on his side, like a domineering big cat hugging a dried fish.

They can even do this to snatch the patient's bed. Wu, there's no hope.

Xia Yujie looked at the situation in the infirmary with a helpless look on his face.

Ieiri Naoko: "Scum."

...

When the cicadas' chirping gradually weakened, everyone gradually returned to their normal part-time work and study state.

"I always feel like I haven't been to class for a long time." Feng Hayarin lay on the table, looking at the blackboard lazily.

Ieiri Naoko turned a page of the book and said in agreement: "After all, June and July are the peak periods for cursed spirits."

She almost had to stay in the infirmary that month, and it was not until the middle and late July that the cultural classes in school returned to normal.

"Let's skip class?" Gojo Satoru poked his head out and said excitedly, "Let's go out and play!"

Geto Xiayou glanced at the teacher on the podium and said in a gentle tone, "Satoru, you're talking too loudly."

The JK team looked at each other and saw the excitement in each other's eyes.

Kazehaya Rin tilted her head and asked her friend, "Then where are we going?"

"The arcade!" Gojo Satoru raised his hand. Geto

Xiayou agreed very much.

The JKs rolled their eyes, ignored the DK's opinions, and gathered together to discuss in a low voice.

Ieiri Naoko: "Is it time to buy clothes?"

"Last month's salary was very generous." Kazehaya Rin smiled with her eyes curved.

Although the sorcerer is shit, it has to be said that the salary is very high. According to Kazehaya Rin's understanding, it is money to buy life. After all, the mission is converted into money or die.

The JKs hit it off and said in unison: "Shopping!"

Gojo Satoru, who was ignored, looked around, then rolled up a paper ball and threw it over.

After the girl looked over, he blinked his beautiful big eyes and maliciously said: "Hey? Rin, aren't you going to the arcade? It's very interesting~"

Ignoring the cat's cuteness, Kazehaya Rin stuffed the note into the drawer and continued to discuss with her friends about which stores to go to later.

Gojo, who didn't get a response, hummed and changed his words very shamelessly: "Then I'm going to buy clothes with you too."

"You go shopping with them, I don't mind." Xia Yujie glanced at his best friend and forwarded a post while saying it.

(2CH: A man who is too clingy means that this man is not independent and often relies on others to do things...)

The phone in the drawer rang, and Gojo Satoru took it out and took a look, then clicked on the website and quickly scanned it.

[A boyfriend who is too clingy will cause his girlfriend to feel that she has no private space, which is easy to cause a relationship crisis! ! ! 】

He read it again in disbelief, and even looked through the comments.

The white furry head came close to the smiling fox, and asked in a low voice: "Really?" Geto

Suguru smiled as gently as ever.

Gojo Satoru said reluctantly: "Forget it, I'd better go to the video game arcade."

Rin Kazehaya looked at him in surprise.

"You don't want to carry the bag." Ieiri Glass rolled her eyes at him and complained.

Gojo Satoru said righteously: "It's not impossible to carry the bag, but Rin has to change it for me."

Rin Kazehaya picked up the pen at hand and threw it at him, saying disdainfully: "Go play your game."

Ieiri Glass: "Don't force yourself to fit in with girls' activities."

Gojo Satoru snorted unconvinced. He just wanted to be with Rin, and Rin must want to be with him too.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Geto Suguru holding up his phone. He swallowed his original words and replaced them with: "Geto, PK later."

The scales of the rainbow dragon reflected a colorful halo in the sun, carrying the restless youth across Shinjuku Kabukicho.

After landing, the four people separated, the DKs went to the arcade, and the JKs went shopping.

Ieiri Naoko took her friend into a shopping mall. As soon as she went up to the second floor, she was attracted by the first store on the left.

"Why don't we try this one?" She pointed to the black skirt in the display cabinet and asked her friend next to her.

Kazehaya Rin leaned over to take a look and doubted: "Can I really wear it?"

Sexy hot girl skirt.

She silently lowered her head and took a look, feeling that she seemed to have no chance with the word hot girl in this life.

Ieiri Naoko was amused by her little action, and while pulling her into the store, she held back her laughter and said: "There is another one over there that is not bad."

The white dress with lace at the hem, the whole dress is elegant and intellectual, and it is indeed very similar to the usual dressing style of a girl.

Kazehaya Rin puffed up her cheeks slightly, and said unconvincedly: "Shibuya Gals are popular this year!"

Ieiri Naoko: "Then you want to try the one just now?"

Kazehaya Rin hummed, asked the clerk to take down the super-gal's skirt, and then said very confidently: "You wear it."

If you can't become a Shibuya Gal, become a friend of Shibuya Gal!

Ieiri Naoko has never worn that kind of thing, but she doesn't reject this style. She picked up the clothes and went to the fitting room.

Sure enough, this dress suits Naoko very well. Kazehaya Rin gave twelve thumbs up for her aesthetics, and then asked expectantly: "Can I bury my chest?"

Ieiri Naoko smiled lightly, opened her arms and said: "Come on, let me try it for you~"

Kazehaya Rin was not polite, hugged her friend and buried her face in it. After a long time, she raised her head and said happily: "Is this how it feels? So happy."

Ieiri Naoko patted her back and couldn't help laughing and said: "Why don't you try the dark green one?"

It's similar to the style of the one she's wearing, but the chest cut will be a little more conservative.

Kazehaya Rin turned her head curiously and took a look. This cut... well... very pure, but the fabric is still the same.

"That's fine." Kazehaya Rin stood up and motioned the clerk to get a set of her size.

This year's Shibuya gyaru style is really popular. Although they can't handle the smoky makeup and big earrings, they can still try the clothes.

The hem of the miniskirt swept 20 centimeters above the knee, and the waist-revealing design made the butterfly bones faintly visible.

"How is it?" Kazehaya Rin turned around in front of her friend and said with some novelty: "It feels so cool."

Jialiu Naoko nodded with satisfaction. Although her friend's figure is not the type of exaggerated, it is still very good.

Both of them tried the gyaru outfit for the first time, so they simply didn't change it back.

They stuffed the uniforms into the shopping bags and started to sweep through Shibuya 109 until their fingers were rubbed red by the many shopping bags and then they remembered to summon the enemy DK.

The two looked around and decided to leave the department store first. They put the shopping bags on the bench on the street and took out their mobile phones to send messages to the DKs.

While waiting for someone, someone noticed two girls who were alone.

The man observed them briefly and felt that the girl in the dark green short skirt next to him was easier to deceive, so he walked up to her and said, "Miss, do you want to have a drink?"

The man's eyes swept over the dazzling white legs under the dark green plaid skirt, and an extremely greasy smile appeared on his face.

He even stretched out his hand to try to close the distance. Jialiu Naoko pulled Feng Hayarin behind him with a backhand, narrowed his eyes and said with disdain, "Not interested."

Anger flashed across the man's face, but when he saw the purple-haired girl's eyes resting on him, he suppressed his temper and continued, "I..."

He had just said one word when the girl interrupted with a smile, "Uncle, I'm sorry, the person we're waiting for is here."

Before the man turned around, he felt a faint breathing sound from the back of his head. A chill penetrated his body along his scalp and spread downwards. Then, a hand appeared on his shoulder, so strong that it seemed to crush his bones.

Gojo Satoru leaned forward with one hand in his pocket, and his sunglasses slipped down to reveal his cold blue pupils: "Hey, uncle, harassing girls is an unforgivable crime..." His

five distinct joints suddenly exerted force, and the shoulder blade of the man who was chatting up made a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

"Satoru, if you press it again, something bad will happen." Xia Yujie reminded his angry friend.

Gojo Satoru looked at the uncle who was crying and had snot all over his face, and he let go of his hand with a very disgusted sound.

The man did not dare to stay at all, and immediately ran away.

Xia Yujie looked at the new style JKs, gave a thumbs up and praised: "Very beautiful!"

The JKs were very satisfied with his reaction.

Feng Hayarin noticed that Gojo Satoru was still standing there, so she took the initiative to walk forward a few steps, turned in front of him to show off her new look, and asked with some anticipation: "Does it look good?"

The six eyes were moving wildly, and the irises under the sunglasses were shining beautifully.

"It looks good." Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand, put his arm around the girl's waist from the side and back, and said happily: "Why don't we go buy a few more sets~"

His hot palm pressed against the girl's exposed waistline, and his fingertips with thin calluses seemed to accidentally brush against her butterfly bones.

Feng Hayarin's cheeks unconsciously flushed with shyness, and he stretched out his hand to push the big cat lying on him: "Let go, it's a little hot."

The girl with flushed cheeks was sweeter than Macron in the window, and the force of her push and rejection was like a cat's paw that was acting coquettishly.

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, not only did he not let go, but his arms hugged him even tighter.

Feng Haya Rin was so angry that he said, "This is on the street!"

Gojo Satoru turned a deaf ear to her and sniffed the girl's ears and neck like a cat that only distinguishes smells.

"Are you going to buy some snacks?" The back of her neck was trembling slightly because of the warm breath. Feng Haya Rin turned her head

away and reminded, "Aren't you going to grab the limited edition?" Gojo Satoru rubbed his head against the girl's neck, and said with a sweet ending on his tongue, "Hold me for a while~"

Anyway, the dessert won't run away, but Rin with a new skin will run away.