Chapter 65

The first snow in Tokyo came unexpectedly, and the fine snowflakes fell on the girl's eyelashes. Rin Kazehaya was wrapped in a cashmere scarf, and the white mist she exhaled misted the silver hair of the boy next to her.

"It's snowing?" Rin Kazehaya walked in the snow, and her feet made a "crunching" sound.

White snowflakes fell on the hair of the boy next to her, blending into the snow-white hair.

Gojo Satoru held the girl's hand, and their fingertips transmitted each other's body temperature. Looking at the sky, he said: "The snow is really early this year."

Ieiri Shoko took out an umbrella from somewhere and opened it to cover herself and Rin.

Geto Xiayu glanced at Gojo Satoru who had opened the limitless and Ieiri Shoko who was holding an umbrella, and then he also took out a curse spirit and put it on his head.

Gojo Satoru looked at his friend with a cursed spirit on his head and laughed loudly, "You are so lame, Jie."

Xiayou Jie smiled slightly and said gently, "I have a way to cover three people at once."

Fenghaya Rin and Jiairi Naoko looked at him curiously, waiting for the next words.

Soon.

"Hey! You are too much!" Gojo Satoru's very angry voice echoed in the pure white campus.

The three people who used the unlimited snow to block the snow turned a deaf ear.

The first-year students carried the white-haired boy on their way. Looking carefully, the boy's snow-white snowflakes only circled around him and did not approach him.

Gojo Satoru was not put down until the dormitory area.

He had a kitten face and stared at the group of people who used him as an umbrella.

Xiayou Jie smiled but said nothing.

Fenghaya Rin suddenly found that the wooden board on the ground was very charming.

Jiairi Naoko spoke first: "It's just to block the snow."

Sometimes she had to admit how useful the unlimited snow was. It was worthy of being the treasured technique of the Gojo family.

Xia Yujie looked back at his best friend who was glaring at him and chuckled: "Satoru, those who are capable should do more work."

"Then why don't you carry the Rainbow Dragon out?" Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes and said sharply.

The squinty eyes with the most evil intentions are blamed on Liu Hai.

Xia Yujie: "Too heavy."

There is a birthday of a certain young master in December. There is no need to be too entangled about his birthday gift. This guy's hobbies are very clear. In the words of Naoko, they are shallow and can be seen through at a glance. It's either desserts or games.

Ieiri Naoko picked up the pillow and tilted her head to look at her friend who was sending messages on the sofa: "Are you still struggling with the birthday gift?"

Feng Haya Rin paused to send the message, and replied with a little amusement: "No, I'm just thinking about how much to buy."

Gifts for dessert-minded people are always easy to decide, but the difficult part is how to collect those desserts that are limited to a certain area.

"Limited ones are not easy to get." Ieiri Naoko leaned against the sofa cushion, her fingertips circling the end of her hair: "If you ask me, you might as well find a box to put yourself in."

She said that putting a friend in a box is more effective than a hundred limited desserts.

On the birthday.

Feng Zaolin dragged Gojo Satoru around the school again and again. The sunset had dyed the stone steps of the training ground red. Then she received a message from Geto.

Great!

It was finally over. If she continued, she didn't know what excuse to make.

"Do you want to go shopping again?" Gojo Satoru tilted his head with interest. His sunglasses slipped down his nose. His blue eyes reflected the sunset like melted blueberry frosting.

He had noticed something was wrong, but the warmth from his palm was really comfortable. He simply played with the girl's slender fingers.

Besides, today was his birthday. He had reminded her a week ago.

"No more shopping." Feng Zaolin's fingertips brushed across his protruding wrist bones, and he chuckled at the other's suddenly tightened palm: "Let's go back to the classroom."

In order to put down the super customized big cake, the first grade applied for the classroom as the birthday party venue.

The four tables in the classroom were put together to form an irregular square, on which was placed a super-giant-sized birthday cake that was customized at a high price.

There were a few big words written on the blackboard with colored chalk, "Gojo Satoru Birthday Party", and the door frame and walls of the classroom were hung with

ribbons and balloons. When he reached the door of the classroom, Fuzai Rin stopped and motioned for Gojo Satoru to go first.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows and kicked the tightly closed door open. Then there was a "bang" sound of fireworks inside, and colorful sequins floated in the air.

Fuzai Rin: "Happy birthday."

Xia Yujie: "Happy birthday."

Jialiu Glass: "Happy birthday."

Three voices intertwined blessings.

The usually arrogant white hair now fell gently, and his Adam's apple moved but did not make a sound. Gojo Satoru blinked his eyes, looking a little uncomfortable with this kind of birthday celebration scene.

"Satoru?" Fuzai Rin pulled his sleeve.

What are you in a daze?

Gojo Satoru scratched his cheek and muttered: "What, so corny."

Although he said such words, his smiling expression directly expressed his good mood.

"Tsundere characters are not popular nowadays." As Geto Xiayou said, he walked to the wall and turned off the switch.

The sky always gets dark early in winter, and the classroom without light fell into darkness.

"It's time to make a wish." Fuzai Rin held up her mobile phone for fill light, and the cold light from the screen made her fingertips look white.

Ieiri Naoko lowered her eyes and lit the colored candles, and the metal lighter turned a fancy arc at her fingertips.

The swaying candlelight enveloped the four young faces in a warm orange halo, like stars crushed by the dusk falling into the classroom.

"Make a wish, Satoru." Geto Xiayou urged with a smile.

Gojo Satoru sneered at the words, but his blue eyes closed honestly.

The boy straightened his back and put his hands together like a white cat with limp fur, but he insisted on shouting at the top of his voice: "I want to live like this every year!"

Fuzai Rin was a little amused.

What kind of wish is this.

Ieiri Naoko asked: "Are you an elementary school student?"

Is there any difference between this wish and the wish of a child who wants to eat cake every year?

"Let's cut the cake." After making a wish, Xia Yujie turned on the lights again. When he walked to the table, he patted Gojo Satoru on the shoulder and handed the plastic knife to Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru took the plastic knife, tilted his head and said in confusion: "Whoever eats, cuts it, right?"

Feng Hayabarin reminded: "The birthday person has to share the cake."

Gojo Satoru said "oh", cut a large piece for himself and put the plastic knife on the cake.

The other three people were not surprised by his action.

Feng Hayabarin took the knife and was about to share it with everyone, but her face was covered with something cold and sticky.

She touched it with her hand, and her hand was full of sticky and dense cream. She shouted angrily: "Gojo! Satoru!"

This guy! Too much!!

Gojo Satoru didn't just cover one person, Xia Yujie next to him had a head of cream on his head, and there was also a small piece on Nozomi's clothes, but she dodged it quickly.

Gojo Satoru looked at the funny faces of the crowd and laughed so hard that he fell backwards. "Hahahaha, Jie, your bangs have turned white!"

As expected, the big cake is not for eating.

Xiayou Jie picked up the cream on his hair with his fingers, and the blue veins on his forehead were throbbing. Su Lai's gentle smile was mixed with obvious black air.

"I can't hit it~" Gojo Satoru dodged and said with a smile: "I said Jie's bangs are his true body. Look, he has turned black!"

Xiayou Jie sighed softly: "Satoru."

Offending everyone at once is also a kind of ability.

The cursed spirit popped out from behind him, and after a "pop", the classroom fell into darkness again.

Jiairi Naoko and Xiayou Jie rolled up their sleeves in the dark, revealing a hunting attitude.

Feng Hayarin smiled and picked up the cut cake next to him and announced: "Now, the hunt begins."

The cake war was about to break out, and the cream shells drew parabolas all over the classroom.

Cakes of all sizes flew around the classroom, and cream was smashed everywhere. You had to be careful when running, because you could easily step on the cream and slip.

Soon, the neat classroom was smashed into a mess, and even the ceiling was covered with traces of cream.

In the dark vision, no one could tell the direction. From the beginning of chasing Gojo Satoru, it developed into a big fight later.

"Glass, you hit me." It was hard for Geto not to wonder if they were staring at his hair, and he helplessly smoothed his bangs that were stained with cream again.

Ieiri Glass said calmly: "Sorry, I thought Gojo was over there."

In the dark environment, the six eyes are simply a cheating artifact.

"Three against one is not okay." Gojo Satoru squatted on the podium, looking at the mess of his classmates below, and said arrogantly and provocatively.

"To the podium." Feng Haya Rin reminded the other two classmates.

Gojo Satoru reached out to catch the cake that his girlfriend had come over, and the cream stained his palm.

He smirked maliciously, and when the last two pieces of cake came at him, he jumped towards the girl, stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms.

Kazehaya Rin was about to speak, but all her words were blocked the next second.

"So sweet~" Gojo Satoru ended the brief kiss and deliberately leaned in to the girl's ear to whisper.

"It's on the right side of the podium, at the second window." Kazehaya Rin stretched out his hands to hug Gojo Satoru's waist and shouted loudly.

The next second, half a cake flew directly over, and Gojo Satoru, who was flirting with his girlfriend and had no bottom line, was hit hard.

"The hunt is over."

Ieiri Shoko clapped her hands and was about to turn on the light when the wooden door of the classroom was suddenly opened.

Gojo Satoru noticed something and quickly picked up a piece from his head and threw it to the door.

With a "click", the lights in the classroom were turned on by the visitor. Ye Mo Zheng Dao, who was standing at the door, raised his hand to wipe the cake off his face and said with a dark face: "Satoru, today is your birthday, I'll let you go."

Don't think he didn't know, that guy saw him coming and deliberately threw the cake at the door.

Xia Yujie: "Is there a mission?"

Ye Mo Zheng Dao took out a box from his back with a cold face and put it on the table in the classroom: "Happy birthday."

The boy, covered in cream and in a mess, smiled happily, like a child.

Thirty minutes later, the classroom was simply cleaned, and someone relied on himself as the protagonist and squatted on the relatively clean podium to give instructions.

"Jie, there's still cream on the top of the window over there."

"Noseko, you didn't clean the area to the west."

"Rin~"

"Shut up." Rin Kazehaya raised her broom and pointed at the big cat on the podium with six eyes: "Say one more word, and I'll throw away all your desserts for next week."

Naoseko Ieiri sneered: "Start throwing now."

If that guy hadn't used cake to fight, how could they clean the classroom here now.

"It's better not to order cakes for him next year." The cursed spirit controlled by Geto Xiayou stared at the rag to wipe the cream off the ceiling.

"Woo woo woo!!! Woo woo!!" Gojo Satoru was so angry that he jumped up and down, but he was afraid that his girlfriend would be angry, so he could only express his anger through sobbing.

After cleaning the classroom, several people began to clean themselves up.

Naoseko Ieiri wiped the remaining cream on her face and school uniform with a tissue. Geto

Xiayou had a lot of cream on his head, so he simply untied his bun and started to clean up his bangs.

As the person who was attacked the least by cake, Rin Kazehaya didn't have much on her clothes, but her face was a little embarrassed. "It's so

sticky." She complained softly while wiping the cream off her cheeks with a wet tissue.

Gojo Satoru next to her still had cream all over his head and face. The cream was dripping down his white hair, and his school uniform was stained white, making him look extremely disheveled.

"Hey~ Where's your birthday present?" Gojo Satoru casually wiped the cream off his face with his hand, then reached out and hugged the girl from behind.

"My clothes!" Feng Hayabusa Rin slapped the wet tissue back with his backhand.

Gojo Satoru lowered his head slightly, rubbed his chin against the top of her head, and kept meowing like a spoiled big cat: "Hey, where are the gifts~"

Feng Hayabusa Rin: "They're all in your room."