[MTL, BL] Social Fear Players, Forced to Become King

Chapter 97

The next morning, after opening his eyes, Makoto Shichinomiya painfully buried himself in the quilt for a moment when he was conscious.

What the hell happened to me last night!

He pulled the quilt with both hands and reflected deeply on himself in the confined space.

However, his autism didn't last long.

After a symbolic knock on the door, the door opened with a "swish", and the voice of the person he didn't want to see the most at the moment sounded: "Cheng-chan, don't go to sleep, get up now.

" Not moving.

In moments like these, only the bed will not betray itself.

Gojo Satoru naturally noticed the other party's escape, he stepped into the room without any sense of boundaries, pulled the curtains neatly, and let the golden sunlight flood into the room.

"I specially made the Wujing brand love breakfast, Cheng-chan quickly get up and try it~" Wujo Wu stepped forward, and with a long arm, he scooped up the lump wrapped in chrysalis on the bed with ease.

He looked up and down, and finally found the gap in the quilt, and quickly opened the shell of the zongzi, revealing a young man with messy hair and messy pajamas.

The other side's eyes of different colors were as wide as cat's eyes, and he looked at himself in shock.

Gojo Satoru bent down and kissed the other person's forehead quite naturally, causing him to instantly raise his hand to cover the touched part.

"Good morning kiss." Gojo Satoru said quite confidently.

What kind of strange switch was turned on by the incident last night. Cheng Qigong was a little confused for a while, and it was the other party's natural attitude that made him forget the tension he should have been, and instead focused more on the event itself.

Seeing that Qigong Cheng did not move for a while, Gojo Satoru pointed to his lips again, and pulled a sly smile: "Here, I also want your good morning kiss."

Feeling that if he didn't open his mouth, the other party was about to come up and kiss him, Nanami Makoto finally said, "No."

"Eh—" Wujo Satoru stretched his voice, his voice deliberately sweet and soft, "It's just one night, Is Makoto-chan unwilling to take responsibility?"

Nanami Makoto showed an indescribable expression.

"Then it's alright here." Gojo Satoru leaned forward, tilted his head, and nodded his cheek.

What responded to him was a large mass of soft quilt that fell on him.

After Gojo Satoru struggled out of the bedding, Makoto Shichinomiya had already run to wash himself.

Wujo Satoru, who was rejected, did not feel discouraged at all. The other party was like a mussel in the water. He needed to wait slowly and patiently to touch the pearl inside.

And he has already let the other party open a gap.

- It's a pity it's only a month away.

Under the black goggles, the radiant six-eyed eyes darkened.

"So, Wu...Is there no mission for you?" Makoto Qigong stirred the porridge in front of him with a spoon, and finally couldn't help asking. The tone of wanting the other party to leave for the time being is very obvious.