What bad thoughts can the three fathers have?

Now that you've been nominated, wouldn't it be a loss if you don't go in?

Fu Heisher read this, opened the door generously, and sat down beside the two children confidently.

Fu Heihui looked at the adult man beside him who was biting into a popsicle with complicated emotions: "...Are you illiterate?"

"I won't come in if you don't let me in?" Fu Heisher took the ice in his mouth, pulled off the last bite of the stick, and happily crushed it, "Can there be such a good thing in the world?"

"Tsk." Fu Heihui picked up the pen, intending to pretend that the other party didn't exist.

Although Fuheshier also has unreliable places, but the playful heart is not as heavy as Gojo Wujo, so he should just come in for a while and then leave.

"Oh, a painting diary." Fuheshier threw the wooden stick into the trash can in the corner of the room with precision, "What's wrong with writing this? I'll teach you."

Fu Heihui was instantly slapped in the face: "? No, you're coming too?"

So, he vigilantly put away the colored pens and mechanical pencils, but Fu Heisher sneered and said, "I don't need a pen, just watch it."

When Fu Heihui saw the other party stretching his claws towards the diary, the alarm bell rang out, and he almost used the strongest explosive power in his life to hug the notebook in advance, and said vigilantly, "Tell me your method first."

"Yo, the speed is a lot faster." Fu Heisher leaned back on the bed in a relaxed manner, and said confidently, "Of course I tore up the notebook, and then told the teacher that it was picked up by a dog to play with." .You just happen to have two of them."

Fu Heihui rejoiced at her first reaction, and retorted: "Yugou is so good!! Also, don't the supermarkets outside sell notebooks? Just buy them if you tear them up."

Fu Heisher raised the corner of his mouth and said, "What's the matter with selling, you say you're too poor to get rid of it."

Fu Heihui repeated blankly: "The Wutiao family? Too poor to get rid of the pot?"

"Ang." Fu Heisher tilted his head, looking very innocent, "Then why don't they come out to search for letters and deposits? Just for a painting diary?"

After finishing speaking, Fu Heisher patted his son's shoulder dotingly: "Don't worry, I will go for you if you need witnesses."

"Oh, can the teacher believe it?" Fu Heihui patted the other party's hand, "No matter who it is, they won't believe it if they have brains."

"Huh? That's simple, just let him have no brains." Fuheshier said, slowly slid his thumb across his neck, flicked his tongue suggestively and raised his eyebrows, "Is it?"

Fu Heihui: "Get out——!!!!"

"You are so troublesome." Fu Heisher said, speechless, "Okay, then you can just splash ink, say that you finished writing but it was covered by ink, and you can just splash it on the day you go to school."

"I understand. At first it sounded like they were challenging the teacher's IQ, but I thought about it carefully." Fu Heihui propped his chin angrily, "Are you looking down on my IQ?"

Fu Heisher shrugged: "How come, I suspect that no one will doubt my own genes, don't worry."

Fu Heihui was speechless: "I was not comforted at all."

"In this way, if he doesn't believe me, then—" Fuheshier made a gesture of flicking his forehead, his forearm muscles are obvious, and his eyes are like a leopard ready to go, "flick him until the letter is written, this is the curse The practice of the art circle."

Fu Heihui was exhausted: "Don't persecute the magic circle anymore, get out quickly."

Fu Heisher achieved his goal of teasing the baby and left very happily.

Fu Heihui sighed: "I was right, this person just wanted to come in to scare me from the very beginning. Smelly old man."

The knotted knot Youruhito who had been quiet for a long time called out in a low voice: "Fu Hei."

The rare seriousness of the other party made Fu Heihui couldn't help but sit up straight, fearing that the other party would think of the matter of the two-faced Su Nuo again, so he asked as carefully and gently as possible: "What's wrong?"

Knotabagi Youroto raised his eyes, his pink-gold eyes were piercing, looking very clear: "I've made up my mind."

Fu Heihui lowered his eyes, and forced himself to face the opponent's determination, and asked dryly, "What... what?"

Knotabagi Yuhito: "Is there any ink?"

Fu Heihui: "You go out for me too."

"By the way - I was interrupted by you just now and forgot." The door was opened again, and Gojo Satoru scratched his head and walked in.

Fu Heihui held his forehead in despair: "...I posted the note for nothing, right?"

"Ah, that." Wutiao Wu pointed to the note on the ground, "it fell on the ground—"

It seems that today is not suitable for homework.Fu Heihui simply lay down on the table, and said lazily, "...help me pick it up and throw it away, thank you, Teacher Wutiao."

Gojo Satoru leaned over and picked up the note, stuffed it into his trouser pocket, and said, "Okay——as a price, Hui will cook tonight."

"No problem..." Fu Heihui said helplessly, "So? What do you want to say this time?"

"You come. Yuren, you come too." Gojo Satoru squatted next to the package at the door, which was the large and small luggage bag he brought when he entered the door for the first time.As he spoke, he waved to the two children. The children looked at each other, stood up obediently, walked over, and sat down around Wujo Wu.

"I bought some gifts for you this time on a business trip. It can be considered as a souvenir." Gojo Satoru said, placing the packages one by one on both sides and separating them.

It was only then that Fu Heihui discovered that the other party bought each brand in pairs, but the styles of clothes inside were completely different, taking care of him who likes to wear loose clothes, and Yuzu Yuhito who likes hoodies , very caring.

"Thinking about it carefully, it seems that I haven't been able to add new clothes to you for a long time. Mr. Wu has been too busy recently—" Gojo Wuchao Fukuihui smiled, stretched his hands back, and said, "Open them all Look, is it to your liking? Even if it is not to your liking, you won’t be able to retreat.”

"Wow—there are so many!! Ah, this dress is so handsome! This one is also so handsome!" With bright eyes, Yuzuki Yujin picked out one piece and compared it to his body, flattered and said to Gojo Satoru, "Really Is it okay! So many!!"

"It's ok—Mr. Wu has plenty of money, so he's very generous." Wujo Wujo counted the money with his right hand in a funny way, and winked.

Knotabagi Yuhito shouted: "Thank you teacher——! I will definitely work hard!!"

Gojo Satoru patted the child's head and said, "Yeah, with your words, the teacher is relieved."

"Thank you." Fu Heihui bowed to Wutiaowu, and said embarrassedly, "But the knotweed is nothing more than that. You bought me clothes three months ago, and it hasn't been long."

"Look at you, can't you act cute and coquettish like an ordinary child?" Wujou said helplessly, "You are growing up very fast at your age, so you will buy it no matter what. You don't have to be polite with me about this."

How poor I was in the past, now I am not used to the life of material wealth.Gojo Satoru is the type who doesn't usually make a move, but is very generous whenever he makes a move, which makes Fu Heihui a little unbearable.

He had to admit that he was a bit slow in dealing with his feelings, even though it had been more than a year, Fu Heihui didn't dare to allow himself to accept all the good intentions of Gojo Satoru with confidence - because he was still unable to reciprocate.

"Although it's a bit of a thing now, but 'buy loose clothes, you can wear it for a longer period of time, and you can reduce the burden on Teacher Wujo." Wujo Wu smiled, looked sideways at the child, and said, "If you That’s what you think, and I suggest you get rid of this idea as soon as possible.”

Gojo Satoru tilted his head back and looked at the ceiling very relaxedly: "You don't have to feel that you owe me. I brought you because of my own selfishness and love, and also for my dream."

Fu Heihui paused and asked, "What is your dream? To be a teacher in a higher education?"

"No, being a teacher is a method, not a result." Gojo Satoru looked at the boy and said frankly, "I want you to become stronger, to become the backbone of the magic world who can stand side by side with me, and then change this shit-like spell world. This is my dream.”

"But in this regard, I have no intention of putting pressure on you, because this is my dream, not yours." He smiled and moved his fingers to his lips, making a silent movement, "You just need Just grow up well, become strong enough, be strong enough to protect yourself, so that you can freely pursue your dreams."

"If you don't become strong, you won't even have the confidence to express your dreams." He put down his hands and said, "The world is cruel."

Yuzu Yuhito quietly put on the red high-top sneakers Gojo Satoru bought for him, they fit perfectly.Gojo Satoru looked a little tired, so he tried to pull back Gojo Satoru's scattered thoughts, and said loudly: "These shoes are so comfortable——"

"That's right! As soon as I saw this, I thought it was suitable for you." Wujo Wu came back to his senses very face-saving, and said proudly, "Shoes are very important for conjurers, otherwise, wouldn't spraining your feet make the curse spirit Laugh to death. My vision is still very good!"

Fu Heihui also put on her own shoes, the size was just right, not too big or too small.He encouraged himself in his heart to be straightforward, and enlightened Wutiao: "You also said that we grow up very fast at our age."

He paused in the sight of the other party, and said with red ears: "So, I will tell you when I am young."

It's awkward——Gojo Satoru thought about it and smiled, but thought it was cute: "Okay."

"What's more..." Fu Heihui paused, and said, "I don't think so, I really like loose clothes. In short, it's really thank you."

Gojo Satoru blinked and said with a smile, "Well, you're welcome."

Gojo Satoru took the opportunity to ask: "Then can I continue to write a painting diary with you?"

"No." Fu Heihui was stern and selfless, "I should let you go out."

"Let Mr. Wujo help us—" Hirohito Kojo looked at Fu Heihui pitifully, "Look, Mr. Wujo is talented in writing, has many ideas, and is smart. He can really speed up our homework writing speed. of."

"Hmph." Gojo Gojo happily put his hips on his hips, raising his eyebrows proudly.

Fu Heihui crossed his hands in front of his chest: "No."

"Teacher Gojo—" Hirohito Hiroshi drew his voice, and looked at Gojo Satoru flatteringly.

The latter nodded and said, "Well, leave it to me. I'll convince him."

Fu Heihui was expressionless: "I can hear you."

"Okay~Mei~" Gojo Satoru almost fell to the ground, blinking cutely with his upper eyeliner.

Fu Heihui only felt his blood pressure rising: "Please go out."

"No, no!" Gojo Satoru simply lay on his back and said, "Look! Yuren is almost driven crazy by homework! I'm a teacher (in the future tense), so it's reasonable not to help! Is it reasonable! ! Isn’t it, Yuren!”

Yuzu Yujin immediately understood what Wujo Wu meant, and quickly lay down on the ground together and said, "Okay, okay—! I will be driven crazy by homework, Fu—hei—"

These two big live treasures.Fu Heihui shrank back, and the two moved a little closer to him in sync.

"Hey, I got it, I got it... sooner or later, you will spoil each other into monsters." Fu Heihui rubbed his temples with a headache, and said helplessly, "In the future, if you spoil each other, don't look for me. Learn duo."

""Great--! ! ""