My breeder is the strongest

Except for "Fuck", there is nothing that can accurately describe Xia Youjie's mood at the moment.

Oh, and one more sentence.

Gojo Wujo, I'm fucking you! !

This is no longer a Lv5 novice who directly fights the Lv99 Great Demon King - this is Lv0 who just came out of the reincarnation point and directly faced the final boss of a batch of games! !

Xia Youjie ran wildly in the mountains and forests with the cat in his arms, but no matter how hard he tried, the gap with the curse spirit behind him was still shrinking.

"Curse power—" Wutiaowu's playful voice came from next to his ear, "Strengthen the body with magic power."

Xia Youjie: "..."

Is it just an actual combat practice?At least there is a transition period! ?

Emotions boil in the chest.

Anger and dissatisfaction, absurdity and doubt—

The so-called magic power comes from this.

Gojo Satoru stood on the tree holding on to the branches, looking at the exhausted people below, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Xia Youjie gritted his teeth, turned around and braked, and he raised his head to face the monster in front of him—a surge of mana spewed out of his body.

"Garbage teacher—"

He threw the cat back and clenched his fists.

"Tong Tong, die to me!!"

The fist wind brought by the magic power stirred up the air waves, and the branches and leaves shook. Gojo Satoru supported the tree trunk beside him, and looked at the mess below in surprise.

"Wow." He murmured to himself, "This kid has two tricks."

Although they were just low-level curse spirits with scary sizes, Xia Youjie's talent still exceeded Gojo Wu's expectations.

Is the spell so strong before it is awakened?

What will his spell be?

look forward to.

Gojo Satoru faintly became a little excited.

"Barely qualified." He walked to the side of Xia Youjie who was collapsed on the ground, squatted down, and poked his panting face with one hand, "But you still have to control the amount of spell power you release, just like you, If you fall down once, you will die seventeen or eight times before you reach adulthood."

After finishing speaking, the eldest young master stood up, stretched out the other hand behind his back, and slowly took out...the second box.

The sealed note slipped and fluttered in the wind.

Xia Youjie: "..."

Thank you, is it too late for me to quit this crappy summer camp now?

It's too late to quit, but beating the teacher can start now.

Although the desperate fact is that he can't beat him.

The battle royale of curse spirits is just the beginning of the nightmare of the summer camp. In the next month, there are still various packages waiting for Xia Youjie to try.

In the morning, I run three kilometers, then two hours of physical training, three hours of chasing away, and in the afternoon, 1v1 real-life practice, in other words, getting beaten.

The training menu mainly depends on Gojo Satoru's mood, and it changes randomly every day, only the time is fixed - it starts at [-]:[-] in the morning and ends at [-]:[-] in the evening, which can be called twelve hellish hours.

On the third day of training, Xia Youjie felt as if three years had passed.

Inserting the branch picked up from the ground into the head of the last curse spirit, Xia Youjie heaved a sigh of relief, and lay back directly, feeling that all the strength in his body was drained, and he didn't want to move a single finger.

Gojo Satoru walked over with the cat in his arms, still chewing bubble gum.

He knelt down and handed one to Xia Youjie.

"Eat?"

Xia Youjie rolled his eyes at him, "Can I skip training tomorrow after eating this?"

"It's impossible." Gojo Satoru quickly took the candy back, "But if you are killed by the curse spirit tomorrow, you won't be used for training afterwards."

Xia Youjie: "...Can you say something nice and stop cursing me?"

"Say-"

He glanced feebly at the cat hanging on Gojo Satoru's shoulder like a noodle.

"Didn't you say that it also needs to be trained!?"

"Ah? What did you say?" Gojo Satoru pretended not to understand, "Wow—Jie, you are so scary, even an ordinary kitten will be spared."

The kitten covered its head with its paws to shield it from the light, squinted its eyes and licked its mouth, let go of its paws and turned over, with all four paws facing the sky, sleeping with a white belly.

Xia Youjie: "..."

At this moment, he finally understood Gojo Satoru's previous mood.

Traitor, this cat is an absolute traitor!

Gojo Satoru: "Do you want dinner? There seem to be crabs tonight."

Xia Youjie sat up expressionlessly, "Eat."

At this time, only the daily high-end cuisine and massage bath can soothe his wounded heart.

Gojo's house is a traditional Japanese style meal sharing, one meal per person, Xia Youjie sat opposite Gojo Wu, and an additional low table was placed next to Gojo Wu, with mini portions of the same set meal on it.

At the table, the kitten lowered his head and licked his fur and washed his face.

Gojo Satoru took out a triangular napkin full of cartoon cat heads and tied it around the cat's neck.

...don't know where he got it from.

"Wow." Xia Youjie sighed poorly, "It is indeed the highest-grade Hokkaido Matsuba crab in Japan!"

Crabs are only served after they are peeled. Even cats can eat them directly. Hearing this, the cat's ears stood up, and it didn't care if the Wutiao Wucai was tied halfway, and turned to rub it into the bowl on the table.

"Hey, hello." Gojo Satoru pressed it uncomfortably, "Do you still want to take a shower if it gets dirty?"

The little Persian cat paused for a moment, then slowly retracted its protruding head towards the direction of the crab.

Wronged, he lowered his head abruptly, drew circles on the floor with his paws tucked in.

Wutiaowu: "..."

One person and one cat fell into a brief silence.

Gojo Satoru turned his head and called, "Matsumoto."

The door swung open, and the maid leaned over and lowered her head, "Master, what's the matter?"

Gojo Satoru: "Hey the cat."

Appeared, the special product of Wujo family, people are not as good as cat series.

Xia Youjie looked at the young master Wu Tiao who was helping the cat to tie the triangle scarf on the opposite side, and the maid who was wearing gloves and feeding the cat next to him, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"If you like it so much, why don't you just give it a name? Isn't it strange to call it a cat all the time?"

Gojo Satoru paused, fastened his hands and let go, waved for the maid to go out.

"Who likes it?" Master Wutiao put down his face, and picked up his own miso soup, "It's just a cat—it's as ugly as it is terribly weak, as many as you want."

weak……?

Xia Youjie recalled Gojo Wu's afro that day, and remained silent.

As for being ugly.

He took a serious look at the cat on the opposite side who was buried in cooking. The pink flesh pads the tip of the nose, and the fluffy white hair has no trace of variegation. No matter how you look at it, it is of the level that you can participate in the cat beauty pageant on TV.

Xia Youjie: ...I'm afraid this person is blind.

However, after getting along for this period of time, Xia Youjie has almost grasped the temperament of Young Master Wu Tiao.

The rebellious period is advanced, the eighth level of tsundere and the sixteenth level of narcissism, a typical smooth donkey, and it will explode if you stroke it against the reverse.

He was too lazy to entangle him too much on this issue, so he changed the subject casually.

"Who came up with your training method? It's too perverted... Has anyone really persisted like this before?"

Xia Youjie just complained casually, but he didn't expect the other party to answer quickly.

"Yes, I have."

"Ah?" Xia Youjie was taken aback, "Who?"

Gojo Satoru raised his hand, and pointed at himself.

"I."

Xia Youjie: "..."

Xia Youjie almost choked on the trachea after taking a sip of Zeng Tang, and coughed for a long time while holding the bowl to smooth out his breath—only then looked up at him in shock.

"Eh!???"

Gojo Satoru: "...Your reaction is very annoying, bastard."