What bad thoughts can the three fathers have?

When Yuzu Yuhito and Fugurohui go home, they always meet Nanami Jianren who goes to buy bread.

Knotweed Yujin leaned over and said, "Nanaming, you can come to our house if you are too lazy to cook. Why do you always eat bread? Be careful of stomach problems."

"Is Wutiao's house already 'our house'?" Jianren Qihai took out two breads from the bag and handed them to the young man, "Hurry home after school, why are you hanging out every day?"

"Thank you." Yuzu Yujin happily took it, and handed a little more cream to Fu Heihui, saying, "I'll be back soon."

Jianren Qihai glanced at the two teenagers who were eating bread happily, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "When you go to college, even if you don't want to, you have to keep pulling out the curse spirit. If you can graduate smoothly and are determined to stay The magic world is even more endless. What are you in a hurry for?"

Fu Heihui raised his eyes and asked back: "Are we worried?"

"Isn't it? I'm too young to accept missions at the window; Mr. Gojo's missions are all super-grade, and he's often out of town. Those of you who can't help, will find some spell removal every day after school." Qihai Jianren frowned, "Are you all anxious to help Mr. Wutiao, or are you anxious to become stronger?"

"Since removing the curse spirit will be a lifetime's work, why not do it earlier?" Fu Heihui glanced down at the butter spilled between the bread, "It's not that I'm looking for something to do. I just saw it and removed it." gone."

"You are still children, there is no need to expose yourself to danger prematurely." Jianren Qihai sighed, "Report to the high school if you see it, don't rush forward."

Child.Fu Heihui squinted his eyes unconvinced.

Whether it is Jianren Nanami, Gojo Satoru, or even Fuheshier, they will be treated as children, both in elementary school and junior high school.He didn't deny that he was still young, but it was true that he didn't want to be kept behind him all the time.

"Then can you do it?" Fu Heihui asked a little aggressively, "Just because it won't endanger human life, you turn a blind eye to the curse?"

Jianren Qihai blinked his eyes hard with a headache, and sighed with mixed feelings in his heart: "...I'm not a child anymore."

"If you can't do it—" Fu Heihui hadn't finished speaking before her wrist was gently pinched by Knotabazu Yujin.He looked sideways, and Knotaba Yuhito just looked at him quietly.

Fu Heihui understood, and said to the young man, "The bread is delicious, thank you."

Jianren Qihai sighed in a low voice: "If you want to thank you, you should thank the baker, not me."

"But it was you who gave it to us." Fu Heihui raised the bread in his hand, "Thank you."

On the way back, Yuzhang Youruhito said helplessly, "Why are you not convinced?"

"It's nothing." Fu Heihui didn't like sweet ones very much, so he only ate half of the bread, rewrapped the bread, and walked on the side of the road with it.

"Ah, I understand." Hiroto Hiroshi poked Fu Heihui's ribs with a smile, "Is it not happy to be treated as a child!"

"Annoying." Fu Heihui frowned and patted the opponent's hand.

Yuzu Yujin threw the packaging bag into the trash can, and said: "I think what Nana Ming said is right, you are too anxious recently. It was also when you pulled out the curse spirit, you rushed too fast, although I can keep up , but it still feels a little disconnected."

Fu Heihui's gaze wavered slightly, and he lowered his eyes to avoid the pebbles in front of his feet.

"...I don't know." He sighed, "I've always been anxious recently, and I have a bad premonition."

Kunzhang Youroto looked at the other side's increasingly refined profile, and said nothing.

— always frowning.

he thinks.

Five homes.

Gojo Satoru slapped his knees and raised his voice: "I understand, it's puberty—"

Fu Heihui raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"You are in a situation where you are always anxious and anxious. It should be puberty. Who hasn't had it in the second year? Don't worry, it will pass soon." Gojo Satoru patted the young man's shoulder and smiled, "Then I will go through it again." Aftertaste, you will find that junior high school is full of black history hehe!"

Fu Heihui's right eyelid twitched: "I see, the source of my anxiety is you. Then when will you escape from the second phase of middle school and be ashamed of it?"

Gojo Satoru raised his thumb, with a refreshing smile: "Gojo Satoru is forever."

Fu Heihui: Huo Ye.

Fu Heihui walked back to the room, and Katsuobu Yuren was watching TV in his room.

He frowned, and stretched out his hand to grab the ear of the knotweed Youren: "Then you are the informer, aren't you?"

The hand hadn't touched the other's ear, but the wrist was pinched, and the other party turned his head and smiled lightly: "Good evening."

It was only then that Fu Heihui noticed the tattoo pattern covering the other party's body, and said in a deep voice, "Two-faced Nuo."

With force, he shook off the opponent's hand: "Are you crazy, Mr. Wutiao is still at home."

After finishing speaking, he suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and asked again: "What's wrong with the knotweed stick."

"He's sleeping soundly." The two-faced Su Nuo glanced at his hands with some regret, put his elbows on the bed sideways, propped his head on his fingers, and looked at the boy teasingly, "What if the six-eyed boy is at home?" , can he kill me? Sit down and talk."

"That's not certain." Fu Heihui said, "You with only one finger can't beat Teacher Wutiao."

"It's not a question of force value, but a question of whether he can kill 'me' - the body of Yuzu Yuren." Two-sided Su Nuo pointed at the heart of his chest, and said with a smile, "It's okay to make things big." Not good, isn't that sister of yours still at home?"

Fu Heihui's expression sank, with repressed anger in his eyes, and the shadow under his feet fluctuated with his emotions: "If you dare to touch a single hair on her, even if you change your life, I will not let you go."

Su Nuo on both sides glanced appreciatively, and said: "That sounds quite charming, after all, I wish you could quickly become stronger to please me, so it doesn't matter how you do it."

Fu Heihui glared, but remained silent.

"But that won't be now. I said it, and I'm here to talk." Liangmian Su Nuo sneered and patted the tatami in front of him again, and said in a deep voice, "Don't make me repeat it a third time, sit down."

"I have nothing to tell you." Fu Heihui forced himself to calm down. There is nothing more reassuring than "Wujo Wu is at home".

"But I have. Forget it, if you want to stand, you can stand." Two-faced Su Nuo shrugged, "From the conclusion, the knotweed Yuren will be killed—or by humans, and Gojo Wu can't protect him."

Fu Heihui widened his eyes and said in a trembling voice, "What did you say?"

"Why, are you interested?" Liangmian Su Nuo patted the tatami with his feet, "Would you like to sit?"

"Tch..." Fu Heihui was speechless, and finally sat next to Su Nuo on both sides, causing the other party to chuckle, "If the knotweed dies, you will die too. You seem to be very happy."

"I don't care, after all, I still have nineteen fingers, and he is not the only suitable receptor." Two-faced Su Nuo laughed dangerously, "Be clear, Fu Heihui. He is dead, there is a so-called It's you, not me."

"The little ghost ate my finger when I was very young. Even if there is only one finger, my finger is still a super-level curse." Two-faced Su Nuo raised his hand and looked at his fingertips. How does a magician do it?"

Fu Heihui tilted his head and said, "Seal it, or destroy it."

Su Nuo raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes, but the kid is still alive."

Fu Heihui recalled what Wutiao Wu said when he was a child: "That's because Wutiao teacher was the first to discover it. He thought that the knotweed can hold you down, so there is no need to kill him."

"It's not Wujou who came, and other conjurers can't survive." The two-faced Su Nuo put down his hands with a sneer, and looked at the other party with a half-smile, "It seems that childhood education is indeed very important, isn't it? You still don't understand why the sense of disobedience that makes you anxious comes from."

Fu Hei Hui paused: "What do you mean?"

"I mean—do you still believe that kind of lie to children?"

Fu Heihui looked at the other party suspiciously, while Su Nuo on both sides just smiled and raised his eyebrows, signaling him to think for himself.

He lowered his eyes and pondered, what did Gojo Satoru tell him back then?

——"It is reasonable to say that he should be executed on the spot, but I didn't, because I judged that he has great potential. This is my selfishness."

——"Is it a personal affair?"

After a while, Fu Heihui sucked in a breath of air, and his pupils shrank slightly.

"Because it can be suppressed, it doesn't matter", this idea itself is a big paradox.How could he not notice, how could he not notice?

Gojo Satoru was usually vague to him, but he was too young to notice the unnaturalness at all.

Fu Heihui murmured in disbelief: "Teacher Wu Tiao is hiding from the college..."

Two-faced Su Nuo raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

"This matter, the knotweed..." Fu Heihui looked at the other party uneasily, "Does the knotweed know?"

"I know." The two-faced Su Nuo looked at the boy leisurely, "You are the only one who doesn't know."

Fu Heihui bit her lips anxiously: "And now Teacher Wutiao will be unable to hold back..."

"It's better to say that he has suppressed it for so long." Two-faced Su Nuo waved his hands and said, "I just came to remind you of this matter, so you don't know anything when the boy is executed."

"Wait." Seeing that the other party was about to change, Fu Heihui quickly grabbed Su Nuo's wrist and asked, "Which side are you on?"

On both sides, Su Nuo glanced at Fu Heihui's hand, and met the other's green eyes: "I don't stand for anyone, I just care about my own comfort."

Fu Heihui clenched the opponent's wrist: "Then why did you tell me, what is the purpose?"

Su Nuo on both sides raised his head boredly, and looked down at him: "I am willing."

In the blink of an eye, the lines on his body had faded away, Yuzu Yuhito opened his eyes, and yawned big, just about to stretch, he noticed that his wrist was still being held.

"Sorry, I seem to have fallen asleep?" After he finished speaking, he looked at Fu Heihui, who looked very pale in confusion, "What's wrong? Did Teacher Wutiao say anything?"

Fu Heihui's fingertips were icy, and Yuzu Yuhito wanted to hold the opponent's hand, but Fu Heihui let go of his wrist in a timely manner.

Fu Heihui stuffed his trembling hands into his trouser pockets and stood up, feeling stiff all over.

"I'm sorry, I saw that you were very anxious recently, so I told Wujo teacher. I think it's not good to keep some things in your heart." Knotabazu Yujin also stood up, put his hands together, bent down and raised his head flatteringly, trying to get along with the drooping The young man at the head looked at each other, "If Mr. Wutiao said something that upset you, may I say sorry first?"

The other party's voice was clear, and Fu Heihui almost laughed angrily, and met the pink-haired boy's eyes expressionlessly.

"...You know that it's not good to hold back some things."

"what?"

Fu Heihui gritted his teeth, words almost squeezed out viciously from between his teeth.

——"You can bear it, Knotweed Yuren."

But he was actually more angry with himself.

The author has something to say: Long time no see, blueberry yogurt!It’s the second volume, I have to go to the main line 23333, it’s time to start with rotten oranges (roll up your sleeves)