Gojo has become My cat

51-52

Chapter 51

    The exhaled breath is filled with cold white mist.

    The spring grass blooms, and the bright red petals fall quietly.

    Under the plum blossom tree, in a quiet corner of the college campus.

    After the parent meeting, Qingshuimian accompanied her guardian, Fukuzawa Yukichi, under the flower tree. The gravel path, the withered petals, the surrounding area is extremely quiet, and there are occasional frolicking in the distance, which makes it even more quiet.

    Fukuzawa Yukichi's clogs tapped lightly on the path, and the sound of his footsteps was slow and rhythmic, neither slow nor fast. Qingshuimian, who was walking side by side with him, also walked very lightly. His black fleece-lined Martin boots were stained with fallen petals, and the sudden breath of cold air seemed to pierce his lungs. He raised his hand and covered his mouth with a black scarf.

    "I heard something recently." Fukuzawa Yukichi slowed down, turned his head, and his eyes fell on the face of the young man beside him.

    The hand holding the scarf is slightly raised, covering the lower half of the face. Qingshuimian already knew what Mr. Guardian wanted to say.

    "The son-in-law of the Yusanjia Zen Academy was beaten when he went out." Fukuzawa Yukichi said in a calm tone.

    "Yes. Sorry, I didn't tell you in advance."

    The lips covered by the scarf opened and closed, and the voice through the fabric was muffled, as if a little regretful.

    The remorse is only because I didn't say it in advance, not because I regret beating the son-in-law of the Chanyuan family.

    The bastard son who was supposed to hit his hot-mouthed sister half a year ago, he forbears it for more than half a year, but he has more busy things and can't worry about it. But there is nothing Qingshuimian can't fail to achieve.

    "Understood." Fukuzawa Yukichi said briefly.

    Not a shred of reproach. Then, he continued to ask: "Is there anything else that you didn't tell me, Mian?" The

    long eyelashes blinked, casting a small piece of beautifully shaped shadow like a feather fan on the lower eyelid. The shadow stood still.

    The petals of thin red, dark red and light red were blown by the wind and fell silently. And Qingshuimian's tone sounded softly in the wind, "There is one thing."

    When the guardian asked, he knew that Mr. Fukuzawa probably already knew it, and he just gave himself a chance to explain it first.

    But only this matter, he won't talk about it until it's finished. So, the boy picked up the scarf and put it over the tip of his nose, only showing his crimson eyes.

    And this pair of crimson eyes were as cold and hard as a red stone.

    "Sorry, Mr. Fukuzawa, I can't say yet." He begged sincerely, "I'll let you know after I've made up my mind." The slow-moving