The ceiling of combat power is actually myself

"Huh?—Mr. Odasaku is not yet 30 years old?"

"Besides Shiratori, there are...five children? How young and promising!"

In a local restaurant, Gojo Satoru, who was sitting next to him, came over and sighed.

God is so young and promising.

"It's been said that they are all adopted children. I just once...cough, I was indebted to him to take care of me for a while when I was very young."

But it seems that he looks much older than the last time I saw him, maybe this is the price of becoming a novelist.

"Ah!... Gojo Satoru! ##"

While I was talking, the guy who brought up the topic took the opportunity to bite off most of the creamy ice cream that I was about to hand to the Fuhei kid.

"I said, you—are you begging for a fight again?"

"Oh, it hurts...but Huita doesn't like sweets?"

"You're not Hui, how do you know Hui doesn't like to eat? It's obviously an excuse you just made up for wanting to eat, right?"

"But Hui is really a salty party... Woohoo! Okay, okay, I admit that I want to eat QAQ"

With my bent index finger and middle finger, I pinched the soft flesh on the cheek and pulled it out. This childish white-haired dk immediately admitted his mistake as if wearing a pain mask, and offered a small dessert from his three set meals. As compensation, it was pushed in front of Fu Hei.

"Is it just that?"

Glancing at Hui, who had a flash of disdain for a second on Wutiao's face, he saw that he looked like a "too lazy to argue with little brats" little adult with downcast eyes, picked up a disposable spoon, bowed his head and ate obediently, fighting for the child Then I poked Gojo Satoru's head which was pinched in front of me.

"The one you ate only needs to be much bigger? Are you going to send the child away with a gift?"

"I was wrong, I knelt down."

"Who told you to kneel? The red bean pie in it is obediently scream!"

"Hey—don't! This is only for this season! I'd better kneel down and pay it back."

While talking, stretching out two slender fingers together, he neatly and skillfully made a "little kneeling man" and placed it under Fu Heihui's eyes.

Curly eyelashes trembled slightly, Fu Heihui didn't turn his head, but just ate the ice cream at hand.

"Look," I squinted at Gojo Satoru, "you've made me mad..."

"Hey?" Wen Yan leaned his head to look at the side of the child's face, "No way? Oops...Hui-chan, don't be angry, do you want to try this? Na na."

As he spoke, he picked all the ginger slices in the dish into the children's bowl.

I:……

Don't throw things you don't like to children so easily.

The finger figurine who knelt down to pay New Year's greetings "hey" stood upright, "feet" crossed and took steps that no relatives would recognize, and climbed up bit by bit along the arm of the quietly eating child, and finally stopped at the shoulder, The index finger stretched out, and lightly poked the bulging face that was chewing.

I thought that Fu Heihui, who was harassed by this annoying adult this time, would definitely lose his temper unbearably. Before the child's volcano erupted, he strangled Gojo Satoru's hand and interlocked his fingers. I grabbed his five restless roots. His fingers were about to snap back.

"It hurts! Ah, no! Are you serious about your strength, little white bird? It hurts! Stop it! Stop... oh!"

"Don't make such strange noises! Do you want to be watched?"

"No no no no!"

Seeing that DK and JK who came to eat with a small child at this table are arguing and about to fight... No, it is when the male high school students are about to be unilaterally beaten by the female high school students——

The black-haired child who was caught between them without saying a word suddenly trembled, his little hand was clenched into a fist against his lips, and he let out a short and slight laugh——

Fu Heihui: "Pfft."

The noisy two were silent, looked at each other, lowered their heads together, and looked at the little sea urchin boy on the seat.

Shiratori: "Pfft?"

Gojo Satoru: "Pfft?"

The kid laughed?

This kid must have laughed just now! !

Every day!so cute!

"Hui Jun—"

Two heads protruded from the back of the sofa bench, and Saku Le, who was sitting in another seat, waved at Fu Heihui who turned her head and looked around:

"Come over to our side?"

Xingsuke, who was holding a chicken leg, looked fiercely at Gojo Gojo, who was indignant as his brother-in-law:

"I've heard it all! - the adults who fight with children for food are crumbs!"

"Are you an adult?" Gojo Satoru took off some sunglasses that affected eating at some point, and raised his head with a naive expression, "But I'm also a child? —— just a taller child."

Kosuke: "...!"

He opened his mouth speechlessly, and Xingsuke, who was not much older than Fuhei, faced the opponent's unsealed childlike face, and fell into a short-term self-doubt.

It seemed that until the end, he didn't figure out whether he had made a mistake or Wujowu was making up lies to donate to him.

In the end, Oda Saku, who also turned his head around, rubbed his head and motioned to sit back in his original position.

"Indeed. You're all just a bunch of kids..."

Saying this in a voice that was almost talking to himself, the man with reddish-brown hair looked softly at Fu Heihui who was led by Saku Le and came to this table.

Except for Xingsuke who was still struggling, the other three boys took the initiative to transfer Fuhei tableware and drinks.

"Mr. Gojo, although our family is cute and honest," Miki Fukurotsu, who looks like a big sister with her waist in her waist, stared at him with big eyes, "but please don't bully him just because of this!"

"Oh," with his face in his hands and a bright smile, Gojo Satoru nodded in approval, "It's really cute——Hui-chan~"

Hearing this, Jin Meiji immediately lost her temper: "That's right! Huihe is the cutest!"

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Ahhh.

Isn't this kid smiling so brightly!

An angel came down to me.

"Huhu, children are really easy to coax."

Seeing the little girl with musical notes floating above her head bouncing and running back to the other side of the sofa to look for her little sister, Gojo Satoru pulled the corners of his lips and smiled softly.

"Yeah," I curled my lips and turned my head, and poked the two small dimples on his cheeks with my thumbs in a fit of anger and a little amusement, "in the eyes of the mature 'Mr. Is it easy to coax?"

"Ah la," seeing that he blinked quickly, his mouth turned into a cat's mouth, with a hint of slyness in his expression, "Well—has it been discovered?"

"It came back to me suddenly," I stretched out my hands and rubbed his face with a smirk, trying my best to make the shape of the squeezed Strawberry Daifuku that came to my mind, "Listen to Nizi who said that you have recently Seems to be able to drive 'Unlimited' almost continuously, right?"

——In this case, why did you deliberately turn off the spell when you were beaten up by me?

Are you trying to be funny?

"Aww?" Baozi's face was pouting and his mouth was ver. Wutiao slightly grabbed my hand that was taking revenge, and said vaguely, "It's Nitro again? Why did she tell Ni all the time? Is she your wife or am I you?" ..."

When I saw it was good, I withdrew my hand and stopped kneading the dumpling. I tilted my head: "What did you say?"

Sit and watch him.

"It's nothing." He looked at me while rubbing his face resentfully, lowered his head and took a sip of the extra-large strawberry milkshake, "Is that the thing that hurts me?"

The tone of the second half of the sentence is a bit fierce, which seems to be the case, which makes me a little confused whether he is here for real this time or acting again.

He ate the food by himself, and didn't hear anything for a long time.

Sighing, I moved my body a little closer to him, just making up for the space Huihui missed.

"are you angry?"

To see the boy biting his straw angrily, puffing out his cheeks and not wanting to look at me—that too pretty face.

"Hmm."

The joint between the mouth and the straw moved slightly, Wujo Wu turned his head a little, as if he was determined to fight me coldly.

Are you angry?

Gee.

The quarrel was too troublesome, and the woman's old wife could bend and stretch. I scratched the back of my head and poked him with my arm, trying to get back together with him:

"Sorry, I won't pinch you, knock you or poke you next time, okay?"

Counting his crimes with his fingers.

It's so strange, obviously I didn't have the heart to use much force before, but this man would cry out in pain.

Is it really a boy like a delicate flower?

"...!"

what.

Suddenly at this moment, there seemed to be a series of electric currents in the brain, and the words that the other party said before came to mind.

【...I've had someone check it out before I came here. 】

That is to say!

Gojo Satoru, who has done a thorough investigation, is very likely...to really know what Fu Hei's child avoids and what he likes to eat.

No wonder he is so wronged now, did all the previous behaviors really not make trouble?

I was wrong.

But... Hui that kid actually likes to eat ginger!

What a strange preference.

Ah, it might be better to say that it is a bit like the style of veteran cadres.

Maybe the quiet kid himself realized that his own preferences were different, and he didn't have the nerve to blatantly stretch out his chopsticks to pick up his favorite food, so he silently and obediently finished the food handed to him.

And Gojo Satoru, who has already seen through everything, has seen Hui's reserve and concern, so...

Forget it, the more you think about it, the more it looks like you are doing reading comprehension.

I stopped my Xiaodi behavior, thinking that this time I still blamed Gojo Satoru somehow, so I could only patiently coax the angry 16-year-old baby beside me.

"White bird... woo woo woo."

As a result, before I could figure out how to start, I saw that Bai Mao, who had turned his head to drink milkshake to calm himself down, turned his head back with tears in his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Listening to his nasal voice, the grievance does not seem to be a disguise, and his eyes are covered with water mist at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, the heart suddenly surged and violently dokiiiiiii, and at the same time, I subconsciously reached out and hugged the plush who was walking towards me in discomfort. Fluffy head.

Ah really.

Restrain yourself, I am a pervert who likes to watch my own child with teary eyes!

"You...remembered something sad?" Cursing herself in her heart, she gently stroked his head, comforting him unskillfully, "Okay, don't cry anymore, what happened all of a sudden? Are you wronged?"

Seizing the opportunity, he rubbed Xiangxiang's soft body in front of him.

"No," Gojo Satoru grabbed the girl's cuff with trembling fingertips with difficulty, pulled some over, and pointed to the extra-large milkshake with water droplets hanging on it, "It's ice, drink it too fast, my head... hurts orz "

White Bird:.

It should be.

……

"Huh? Is it just my illusion?"

Wiping away the physical tears that were almost forced out from the pain, Gojo Satoru, who felt better after a while, raised his face from the girl's arms and looked up:

"I always feel like you little white bird, why..."

"Ok?"

"Heart beating so fast?"

"!!!"

"Whoa! So why are you hitting me again!?"

"Baga Wulu Race! If you don't want to be beaten by me, you have no lower limit!!"

"Don't patronize hammering the left chest! If things go on like this, one big and one small!"

"..."

At the same time, there was another wave of people on the seats just a sofa away.

Odasaku listened to the noisy voices of boys and girls behind him, tasted the fragrant coffee after the meal indifferently, and slowly exhaled:

"That's great, youth..."

On the side, the little girl Saku Le holding Tsumiji's arm, with big innocent eyes, asked Fu Heihui, who was cooking silently:

"Well, why does Hui Jun's brother and sister seem to be in a good relationship, but they still fight like this?"

Shaking his head, the immature black-haired child said casually:

"I don't know, maybe this is [interest]."

Saki Le: "Oh, your words are so difficult to understand..."

Odasaku: "Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!"

Odasaku, who choked on the coffee, turned his head in astonishment, his pupils trembling.

Fu Heihui: "?"

Facing the pure gaze, a question mark slowly popped up above Odasaku's head:

——Where did this child learn this vocabulary?