I'll retire when I'm done

Things have changed for the Wujo family.

I don't know how many people showed a collapsed expression as if the world was being destroyed when they saw the lawless little devil king of the Wutiao family following Baihong inseparably.

Can you imagine?That Gojo Satoru, who was so arrogant and terrifying like a child of God since he was born, and who took all his privileges for granted, is now like a cute little boy from an ordinary family, following another girl step by step. Will be obedient...

Is it a prank! ?

It's a prank! ! !

"But oh..." Someone said hesitantly: "Didn't Master Wu hold Miss Bai Hong to class together a while ago? Master Wu, who was originally very impatient, would actually say something because of Miss Bai Hong, 'As expected, I still have to write my homework. It’s better to finish it’...the homework is really finished...ah, although it’s still Miss Bai Hong’s writing."

Everyone gasped.

Gojo Satoru...can do homework now! ?

"Is it me! Is it really the young master himself!?"

"No, no, if you are being persuaded by others, it is more likely that you will be caught by others to write for you!"

"You idiot! Didn't you just say it wasn't written by the young master!"

"That's it! Grab someone and go to class together, because you know the questions and the content of the teacher's lecture, so when you need to finish the homework in the end, just hand over the work to the other party's strongest strategy!"

"Oh, as expected of Master Wu, he is a genius in spells anyway, and he doesn't care about mere mundane chores. It's okay to hand over the family business to his confidantes. Sure enough, this is the idea!"

"But Ms. Hong's homework is really well written!!!"

The teacher who taught the class was also the elder of the family. At this time, he suddenly became extremely excited and patted the table: "The handwriting is neat and beautiful, and he will answer the questions seriously. I will write a copybook for Master Wu, thanks to Miss Hong, the master's handwriting finally has the air of belonging to the future head of the Wutiao family!"

The elder happily distributed copies of Baihong's beautiful copybook one by one, and received a group of genuine and false praises in satisfaction.

No one believed that Gojo Goto had changed his temper, but after the future patriarch of the Gojo family forced Bai Hong to go to class with him, and actually finished his homework obediently, some members of the family subtly changed their attitudes.

"That kid has the talent in this area..."

"What kind of talent is it for a ten-year-old girl, the ability to write homework?"

"No, no, the future can be expected if you cultivate it now. Even if you don't cultivate it as the wife of the head of the family, the family really needs such a talent who handles mundane affairs."

The elder happily distributed the homework written by Bai Hong on behalf of the head of the family.

Since it is an assignment written on behalf of the future homeowner, the content is naturally not the homework content of ordinary children.

Some of the questions have already involved family management, but the answers are concise, clear and straight to the point, and the solutions are clearly written in a few sentences.Between the lines, I can vaguely feel the rather impatient attitude of the person who answered the question, "This kind of rubbish question should be used to bother me, what kind of rubbish are you?"

After half an hour of discussion, the elders vaguely had a new plan.

If Gojo Satoru is really only in charge of spells in the future, and Bai Hong is in charge of other things besides spells... then what kind of position is it, the wife of the family or the regent?

At this time, someone said quietly: "...well, although if Master Wu grows up in the future, with the temperament shown by that adult now and the training direction of the Great Elder... probably won't take much care of the Wutiao family. thing."

"In a sense, it's kind of wasteful for Miss Bai Hong to be the housewife."

I don't know who spoke in a low voice, and got unanimous silent approval.

"...Speaking of which, does Six Eyes still have the ability to pick people!? This kind of ordinary person is a genius among geniuses, right? How did Master Wu become a genius just by grabbing it casually!?"

"Because it's Master Wu, nothing is impossible!"

"Good way!"

The conjurer family doesn't care about mundane matters, and all the family members devote their efforts to cultivating conjuration.

There are people who are responsible for spells, and naturally there are people who are in charge of general affairs, but because of the special family structure, this kind of ordinary people who don't have spell power or have weak spell power have always felt inferior in the family.

So although it doesn't matter if this is regarded as a regency level in the conventional sense, those guys don't care much about it anyway.

Everyone looked at the homework that was not written by a ten-year-old girl, as if they saw a Bodhisattva who could be rescued from the hell of infinite mess in the future.

"Anyway, that's just a five-year-old kid... Wouldn't it be too early to start discussing the in-laws now?"

"Although Master Wu is only five years old, Miss Bai Hong is already ten years old."

"That young lady, she can be seen to be a beauty even though she is young... In the past, she must have stepped through the threshold now."

"Speaking of which, do you still remember how that lady got into Wutiao's house?"

Everyone was silent.

...Because of Gojo Satoru's personal power.

Moreover, Baihong has no direct blood relationship with the Zenyuan family, and the only one is the half-brother who has no connection with the other side, so it is really unreasonable and directly snatched here.

Therefore, the most critical question now is not the future, but whose family the lady belongs to in the legal sense.

"Sure enough...we still need to deal with the household registration of that young lady first, right?"

During the long awkward silence, someone suddenly cleared his throat, and pretended to be calm: "I don't have any children in my family..."

"That... Actually, my wife and I have always wanted a daughter..."

"Since I've been thinking about it for so long, ordinary people definitely can't do it. As the elder of the Wutiao family, it's my duty to share the worries for the head of the family—"

"Bah! Shameless old thief, don't try to sneak away! I think you are just greedy for her brain!!!"

"Is it so sure? What if the little girl accidentally falls out of favor, what if she can't be the wife of the housekeeper in the future?"

"Idiot? You, that young lady is born with no magic power, and it's not easy to become a marriage partner anyway. It doesn't matter if she falls out of favor in this respect. When she grows up, it doesn't matter if she is the wife of the head of the house, as long as she can continue to work in Wutiao's house! "

Arrogant guys who are used to thinking from the perspective of conjurers have no idea how much effort is needed to run such an ancient and huge family. Conjurers are accustomed to looking at people and things superior to others, and they want to live in this kind of family for generations. While maintaining their dignity and dignity, they also need to maintain good relations and capital operations in general society...

How much hairline has been bald, how much strong tea and meth have been consumed as soul fuel for staying up late, those bad guys who think that as long as they have the magic formula, they will become above ordinary people will not understand.

Caught between the elders of the arrogant conjurer family and the relevant government officials in general society, and occasionally have to work overtime crazy due to inexplicable battle damage and ordinary people affected by spells and spells. The unnecessary negative social influence of the geniuses, the messy interpersonal interactions of the geniuses...

While talking, the group of people suddenly started crying again.

"What kind of hell is the post-processing of the conjurer! That young master will probably be all kinds of hell when he grows up!"

"At, at least, he is still obedient now! Master Wu still listens to that young lady...!"

"Even if it's a hallucination, please let me dream that I can get off work on time for a few years..."

The despair experienced in these years is the type that can make this group of people cry for three days and three nights if any one is mentioned.

The elder who was in charge of teaching seemed to be infected by this hellish social animal scene. He wiped the corners of his eyes, left the meeting room with sobs, and came to today's classroom with a pile of materials—although it was only five. It's just Wu's private study.

The focus of the meeting just now, the beautiful and lovely little Bodhisattva is rubbing ink for the young master with one hand on his sleeve.

Red sleeves add fragrance, as expected of a young master, really elegant.

The elder looked at the two cubs lovingly. One of them represented the future of the five house spells, while the other represented the future in which they would not have to work overtime.

"Then, this is today's homework, please take a look."

The elder put two stacks of things in front of them.

Bai Hong was silent for a while, but still worked hard and turned to the first page.

She no longer wanted to complain about why her accompanist had to do homework, and it was obviously more than twice as much as the one at the next table...

And how do you think things like asset appraisal reports shouldn't be on her desk!

Gojo Satoru piled his share on Baihong's desk without hesitation.

Both Baihong and the elder had a calm expression that they were accustomed to.

Normal operation, it doesn't matter.

When the girl was sitting upright behind the table and preparing to write, the young master of Wutiao's family slowly raised his head from under her arm, picked a good position with rustling, and then directly put her on the pillow legs.

The girl's sitting posture is straight, a perfection that even the teacher who teaches etiquette can't find a problem no matter how harsh it is, and her legs are straight, slender and well-proportioned, which is the perfect knee pillow for a boy.

"Hurry up, Hong." The little devil adjusted his sleeping position on her lap, raised his head and showed her a sweet and cute smile: "After finishing writing, you will play with me."

Bai Hong looked up in silence.

The elder turned his head and turned a blind eye.

She touched the head on her lap with a free hand, and the boy came up and rubbed her palm and mumbled "I'm going to bed", before he calmly said, "Excuse me, my off work... When is our get out of class over?"

The other party followed her naturally, ignoring the rather familiar word, and the future homeowner who lay on her lap obviously delayed the progress of work.

"Two hours later, Miss Baihong... But you seem to need a little more time? I can tell the maids to delay the meal time a little bit."

The elder replied in a gentle voice.

Anyway, during this period, her treatment is equivalent to that of the head of the family, and this level of privilege is also acquiesced from top to bottom.

"……unnecessary."

The girl rubbed her wrists, threw away the brush and squeezed a faster pen, took a thick book from the pile next to it, and stared at the large characters of the asset appraisal report on it, with murderous intent in her eyes.

She wrote fiercely with a rather terrifying and tough aura, and answered decisively:

"Two hours, you must get off work on time—!"

The elder was so moved that he looked at the girl's vigorous writing and couldn't help but raised his sleeve and wiped the corners of his eyes. He looked at it lovingly for a while, took a few books that she had put aside after finishing writing, and glanced at them hastily. Then put it on calmly.

...Is it that bastard who put his unfinished official document in Miss Hong's homework?