Gojo Satoru searched overnight for what best friends should do, and the first comment was: [We boys kissed in the dorm.]
The red color that had just receded in Gojo Satoru came back. He covered his face with his hands and peeked through his fingers.
"Sure enough, the Gojo family is still too old-fashioned!"
"Is that so?"
"ah……"
The next day, Geto Xiayu saw Gojo Satoru, who was full of energy, but asked: "Didn't you get enough rest?"
"I had a good rest!" In fact, he didn't sleep all night, but it didn't affect Gojo Satoru's energy.
Geto Suguru didn't believe it. Gojo Satoru still looked energetic as if he had stayed up late for a long time, which was completely different from the normal way of getting a good night's sleep.
"Is it because you took a nap in the afternoon that you can't sleep?" Geto Suguru also realized that Gojo Satoru was only seven or eight years old now. It was normal for cats to dislike dogs, so there was no need for him to be so angry.
"I told you I had a good rest." Gojo Satoru said stubbornly, looking at Geto Suguru with sharp eyes.
Xia Yujie nodded: "Okay, you have rested well, let's go to the cafeteria together."
Geto Suguru walked in front, holding his cell phone in one hand and reaching behind with the other hand to scoop up two handfuls. After catching Gojo Satoru's hand, he pulled him forward. He always felt that if he didn't hold Gojo Satoru's hand, he would be gone in a blink of an eye.
Then he perfectly ignored Gojo Satoru's gaze.
They had breakfast in the cafeteria, and the taste was just average. Geto Suguru took his weird breakfast and when he sat down, he finally saw Gojo Satoru's eyes, which were almost glowing.
Xia Yujie looked at the meat bun and coffee in his hand, then looked at the miso soup and rice balls in Gojo Satoru's hand. After hesitating for a moment, Xia Yujie handed over his coffee: "Would you like a sip?"
"Yes!" Gojo Satoru drank it without hesitation, then said: "Ugh, it tastes terrible."
Xia Yujie watched helplessly as Gojo Satoru opened his mouth and spit it back out, then pushed the coffee towards him.
"...Do you want to fight?" Geto Suguru's fists were stiff. He completely forgot that Gojo Satoru was just a child in terms of values and needed tolerance.
"Why, it just tastes terrible!"
"Even if it tastes bad, you can't spit it into the cup!"
"If you don't spit into the cup, are you going to spit on the ground? How dirty!"
Looking at Gojo Satoru's persuasive words, Geto Xia Yu was almost convinced for a moment, but he quickly reacted: "You can swallow it!"
"But it tastes so bad!" Gojo Satoru didn't think he did anything wrong. Why should he swallow it if it tastes so bad?
Xia Yujie poured the coffee into the garbage bucket tiredly and bought another cup.
"Don't drink that, it doesn't taste good." Gojo Satoru stopped Geto Suguru from going astray.
Xia Yujie sighed. Why was it more tiring than playing with Hui? "Wu, just because you don't like it doesn't mean others don't like it. Everyone has different preferences."
"But friends have to be the same." Gojo Satoru had read on the Internet that friends must have common interests and topics to be friends.
How to identify a good elementary school student’s friend.
Geto knew that Gojo Satoru didn't have much common sense, but he didn't expect him to have so little: "Satoru, friends are happy to share the same things as you, like your differences, and tolerate your anomalies. Even if we like to eat different things, we are still friends."
Gojo Satoru looked into Geto Suguru's clear amethyst eyes and nodded, saying seriously, "But eating buns with coffee is really weird."
"What do you care about me?" He just likes eating in such a strange way. What do you want to care about me? My mother doesn't care about me.
When I arrived at the classroom, Glass was already there, sitting by the window reading a magazine.
"Good morning, Glass. Didn't you come to the cafeteria today?"
Glass raised her head and said, "Ah, good morning. I bought some meal replacements yesterday so I didn't go."
"Meal replacement?" Gojo Satoru was puzzled. If you want to eat, you should eat. Why is it called a meal replacement?
"It's something that replaces breakfast." Glass explained.
“What you eat in the morning is called breakfast, why is it called a meal replacement?”
Glass shook her head: "Breakfast is not just something you eat in the morning. You need plenty of time, delicious food, and a leisurely mood to enjoy breakfast. Young masters like you don't understand." Young masters like Gojo Satoru certainly don't have the experience of eating something in a hurry to fill their stomachs and then getting busy again.
But later Gojo Satoru understood, and he didn’t understand too much, because there was a meal replacement fanatic next to him.
"But you have time to eat breakfast." Gojo Satoru turned into a question baby.
"Because this meal replacement is a European bread that I really like, and it has a different flavor from the regular meal."
What Gojo Satoru doesn’t understand now is that sometimes people just want to eat meal replacements instead of regular meals!
The meal replacement issue ended when Ye Mo Zheng Dao came into the class. Seeing that they were already sitting at the table obediently, Ye Mo Zheng Dao felt inexplicably moved.
After entering the technical college, they only have one week of free time, which is used to teach students who have no basic knowledge how to use spell power, and then they have to go on missions.
During this week, Gojo Satoru played games during the day and browsed the forum at night. Whenever he encountered something he didn't understand, he would ask on the forum. It is well known that netizens are like this, especially those who stay up late at night to browse the forum and can give some outrageous answers.
Then Gojo Satoru became visibly meaner, he was a bit mean to begin with, and now it's even worse.
After seriously thinking about the discussion he and Jasmine had about children's internet addiction, Geto Satsuki felt that he needed to have a good talk with Gojo Satoru.
"Let's talk, why do you need a notebook and a pen?" Gojo Satoru supported himself on the ground with his toes and lifted up the legs of his chair, looking nonchalant.
Glass was asked to be a notary, and she didn't understand. Was this to try a criminal?
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