Gojo has become My cat

37

Chapter 37

    The sky is white, and the color is transparent to almost nothing.

    Outside the window, the tall poinciana tree has a wide crown, opening up an umbrella-shaped barrier in mid-air. It is the flowering period in June, and the red flowers on the tree are in full bloom, as if the whole tree is burning.

    When the wind blows, the enthusiastic flower branches gently tap on the windows of the first-grade classroom upstairs.

    The bright and beautiful red flowers, among the vine-like branches and leaves, seem to be stretching five fingers in a child, looking up at the lead-white colorless sky. The dark red flowers knocked on the window one after another, as if they were knocking on the heart.

    Thick black eyelashes hang down, covering the emotions in the eyes. Soon, Xia Youjie raised his eyelids and looked at Gojo Wu in front of him: "There is nothing wrong. Maybe you are worried about gains and losses, so you feel that others are like this." He

    teased his friend with a smiley tone. Gojo Wujo raised his fist and hammered his shoulder: "Do you think this is me?"

    The smile on the corner of his lips concealed his emotions. Xia Youjie said in a leisurely tone, "Then Wujo, you haven't made any progress with him these days, have you?" "

    Ah..." Wujou scratched his head and frowned unhappily, "How do you know? "

    The smile on the corner of Xia Youjie's lips widened slightly. While confirming his self-conjecture, he also nodded at the person in front of him: "Post-posting in public is very naive."

    If there is something, it really doesn't have to be like a child Show off in public.

    Gojo Wu crossed his hips, looked up at the ceiling, and suddenly said, "Actually, I was wondering who Mian is." He

    bent his middle finger and thumb, circled them lightly, and pressed them against his forehead. The middle finger moved a little bit, pressing against the forehead. Following the movement of thinking, Gojo Satoru did not speak.

    Looking at his friend, Xia Youjie turned his face to look at the poinciana outside the window, the fiery crimson flowers looked like the red sunset. I remember one of the language of flowers, which represents the enthusiasm of youth.

    "Mian said that helping others is just to find and heal the former self." Wujo Satoru said without beginning or end.

    My former self...

    Thinking of the conversation between the two when Qing Shuimian had a cold, Xia Youjie thought with great annoyance, it was the past again.

    What Gojo Satoru pursues is the past Qingshuimian, and what Qingshuimian pursues is the past self. Xia Youjie has nothing to do with him.

    Today's ball head is probably not tied properly, and a few strands of long hair at the back of the head hang down to the neck, itching. The black-haired boy lowered his head with a smile, and suddenly said, "This passive technique is actually useless." "

    Why is it useless?" Wujo Wu retorted subconsciously, raising his eyebrows.

    "He only likes cats. He doesn't care about your so-called fiancé." Xia Youjie said to the point.