Gojo has become My cat

3

Chapter 3

    The hanging emerald kudzu swayed slightly, and it was a flower vine that bloomed in April.

    April is not hot, but rather cool. However, for some reason, Gojo Satoru unconsciously thought of the white porcelain plum soup in midsummer. In the deep red soup, thin and fine shaved ice melted transparently and colorlessly into the red plum-colored soup. A little bit of crushed ice hit the wall, There is a sound (Note 1).

    "Dang lang—"

    Now, this voice resounded in Gojo Satoru's heart. He frowned suspiciously, looking at Qingshuimian with blue eyes.

    The blue eyes like cold stars stayed on Qing Shuimian's neck again. The six eyes he was born with were like thermal imaging scans, and the black Choker that penetrated his neck was telling Gojo Satoru that this person did not have an Adam's apple.

    It's a girl.

    So the frowning brows were lowered even more, Gojo Wu raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked first, "Qingshuimian?"

    Qingshuimian nodded.

    "Girl?"

    Qing ShuiMian nodded again.

    With a "tsk", Gojo Satoru could hardly describe the sudden confusion in his heart, "Choose such a neutral name."

    Qing Shuimian smiled.

    Just as he was about to ask him if he couldn't speak, Wutiao Wu's cell phone text message sounded. Open it, the sender is Shimizu Mian.

    "Sorry, I've had a cold and hoarse throat these past two days, so I can't speak."

    The question was swallowed back. Considering that it was a girl, Gojo Satoru's voice slowed down, "Let's go, I'll take you to the classroom." Then, he walked straight forward.

    Then, Shimizu grabbed her wrist. The SMS alert sounded again.

    "Could you introduce the high school of conjuration, I'm very nervous for the first time. Please, senior."

    Staring at the text message for a long time, Gojo Satoru twitched his lips in displeasure. It was not his job to take care of newborns. Now this newcomer, like a baby bird, clings to himself.

    annoying.

    Just about to refuse, a gust of wind blew by. The turquoise-like emerald kudzu hangs down and is carried by the wind.

    The blue-green flower and vine flutters like a dancer, with a graceful posture. And under the flower vine, Qingshuimian's long white hair fluttered in the wind.

    Naturally, Qing ShuiMian raised her hand to brush the silver hair beside her ear, keeping it behind her ear. One or two strands of snow-white hair were unrestrained, fluttering in the wind, and flew towards Gojo Wu on the opposite side.