My breeder is the strongest

Xia Youjie felt that this was not his problem.

After all, this guy is a genius who keeps his three words close to him. Every day, he almost raises his tail to the sky. No matter what time of day, he always has a condescending expression of beating, which is really easy for people to ignore. God's process.

He swallowed the rest of the miso soup, and immediately blurted out a question, "Can you get up at six o'clock...?"

"..."

Wujo Wumo was silent for two seconds, and it seemed that he was about to hit someone in the next second, "Why do you think you can't."

"because……"

Xia Youjie looked at Gojo Wu's expression, and swallowed the rest of the words with interest.

How many times have you missed getting up on time because of my training?

"It was all before the age of eight."

Gojo Wujo said unhappily, "At that time, my schedule was much tighter than yours now, okay?"

"Then..." Xia Youjie asked carefully, "What happened after the age of eight?"

There was a moment of subtle silence in the atmosphere.

On the ceiling of the Japanese room is a warm yellow chandelier, with a few tassels hanging beside it, and the elongated shadows are reflected on Gojo Satoru's expressionless face, like a few cloudy ghost shadows.

"It's nothing." Gojo Satoru grinned, showing a wicked expression. "They can't beat me."

"That's all."

The sky sinks, and the moon climbs a little above the clouds.

By the time the dinner of the two humans was over, the kitten had already finished eating, and was lying on the tatami with a bulging belly, and fell asleep soundly.

After Xia Youjie took a shower and changed at Wujo Wu's side, he passed by his room on his way back.

The light shines through the slit sliding door, projecting a bright long and narrow quadrilateral in the dark corridor.

Gojo Satoru's room was a mess.

The quilt was rolled up on the bed casually, and there were scattered comics and game cassettes beside the bed.

He was playing games facing the screen. From this angle, he could only see the protruding bony knots on the boy's wrists and his slender neck.

The cat cub's head was placed on his shoulder, like a pool of boneless liquid, slowly sliding down in front of him.

"Ah! You fucking bastard!!"

The white-haired boy kept complaining, but he still held the cat up in his hands. The cat dumpling turned over in his palm, squinted his eyes again, and rubbed against his neck stickily.

"Ah—gameover."

Gojo Satoru put down the handle, knocked on the cat cub's head, muttering and complaining.

"It's all your fault, little idiot."

Xia Youjie paused for a moment, then walked away quickly.

The courtyard was dark, and the maid lit a lantern and walked in front of him, illuminating the path inlaid with various cobblestones for him.

Xia Youjie returned to his room - the quilt had been made, and the incense filled with essential oils was placed on the bedside, and white smoke rose up.

Everything is clean and tidy.

Of course.

Because someone is cleaning up.

Someone should be cleaning it up.

Xia Youjie was lying on the bed, the maid turned off the light, and the moonlight came in through the gap in the curtains, casting a bright silvery shadow.

That's it.

He looked at the empty ceiling.

He didn't, let someone clean it up.

own room.

The training is indeed very hard, but fortunately, everything is still fruitful.

In the past half a month, Xia Youjie's progress can be seen with the naked eye, from scurrying to tearing up the curse spirit, from the beginning when he was beaten by Gotiao Wu, and he was unable to fight back, until now... it can be regarded as going back and forth.

However, the most critical technique has not been moved.

"I'm starting to doubt now..." Xia Youjie lay on the ground, skillfully adjusting his shortness of breath due to physical exertion, "Do I really have such a thing as a spell?"

"Of course." Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes, "Everyone has a guy who can control spell power. It's an innate talent."

"As for you..." He paused, his tone sympathetic, "Probably your talent came a bit late."

Xia Youjie looked at the sky with a complicated expression, "...you know that talking like this is super annoying, right?"

"I know." Gojo Satoru leaned back and tilted his head indifferently, "So what? Are you going to hit me?"

Before Xia Youjie could answer, he answered the question himself.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot—"

Wujo Satoru turned upside down and made a grimace.

"You can't beat me."

Xia Youjie: "..."

If there is a profession called "Beating Wujo Satoru" in this world, he must be the first to go for an interview!

Any amount will do!

No, you don’t have to give money, but you can pay for it!

He took a long breath, held it for two seconds, and rolled his eyes.

"……never mind."

"I don't care about you."

Gojo Satoru: "?"

In the past few days, Wujo Wu always felt that something was wrong with Xia Youjie and the cat.

The time spent sneaking together increased, and the reaction to his provocation was unexpectedly calm. After training every day, he disappeared after eating.

Usually when he wakes up in the morning, the cat is either on his stomach or next to his head. In short, he must sleep next to him. Recently, for several days in a row, he always saw the cat at Xia Youjie's place early in the morning.

A few days passed like this—Gojo Satoru finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He wanted to see what the two of them were doing!

The field of vision of the six eyes is 360 degrees, and it can see far away, tracking the breath of mana.

But if his brain had to process so much information 24 hours a day, he might just look like a fool every day.

Therefore, Gojo Satoru usually doesn't deliberately stare into the distance like a voyeur.

But this time is an exception.

Six Eyes quickly found the location of one person and one cat, but their behavior was still confusing.

Circle after circle, circle after circle in the five mansions...

Turn around?

What are they doing?

Wujo Wu is thoughtful.

Could it be... because the summer camp is coming to an end, so you are nervous?

Wujo Satoru made more sense the more he thought about it.

Didn't it mean that when people are nervous, they always want to hug something?

Nothing wrong!It must be because of this that I have been holding the cat all the time!

He is about to face the challenge and has not yet awakened the spell, so he must be afraid!

Tsk - as expected, he is still a mortal.

Thinking of this, the young master suddenly felt a sense of righteousness and responsibility.

Master Wutiao's brain circuit is different from that of ordinary people, and worst of all, he also has a self-confidence that is different from ordinary people.

The next day, when the training was over, he folded his hands behind his head and pretended to pass by Xia Youjie's side unintentionally.

"This year's format is spell hunting, 1v1. The old man said he would let a big guy out, but with me here, it's just a formality anyway."

Xia Youjie looked puzzled, "...why did you tell me this all of a sudden."

"Ah, do you still have to make it clear?" Gojo Gojo frowned, "It just means—'it doesn't matter, even if you're a piece of trash who can't awaken the spell, it won't affect me at all anyway, we'll win anyway'. "

Xia Youjie: "..."

It doesn't have to be so clear, thank you.

The words swirled around his lips, and on a whim, he suddenly changed his words.

"Could it be possible." Xia Youjie looked at him playfully, "Are you worried about me?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

"You think too much!" Wujo Wutiao choked, quickly rebounded, and resolutely refused to admit it, "Don't be too narcissistic, okay!!"

"Okay, okay." Xia Youjie smoothed his hair skillfully, "I think too much, I think too much."

Gojo Satoru: "...Your tone is so annoying."

Xia Youjie acted nonchalantly, "Is there? I don't feel it."

"but--"

He changed the subject, "You came just in time."

Xia Youjie grabbed his sleeve.

"Come on, go somewhere with us."

Gojo Satoru:?

This unfolded, indeed completely unexpected.

Gojo Satoru followed him around and around inexplicably, and the road became more and more familiar as he walked.

This……

A few minutes later, he looked at the familiar wall in front of him, speechless.

Isn't this the place where he first went out at that time? ?

There was a deliberate coughing sound from beside him, Gojo Satoru cast his gaze, and Xia Youjie and the cat next to him all had a vague expression of "Praise me soon".

"Ahem." Summer Oil Jack said, "It's a long story, but in fact, last month was my birthday..."

Gojo Satoru interrupted him directly, "...that has nothing to do with me."

Xia Youjie choked, and it took ten seconds to suppress the urge to hit someone before continuing slowly.

"Moreover, it's the 28th anniversary of the birth of the kitten."

Gojo Satoru didn't speak, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at him with a "I'd like to see what else you can come up with" dead fish eyes.

Xia Youjie: "...there is the Obon Festival this month."

Wujo Wu: stare.

Xia Youjie: "I saw the flyer for Xijiufu's festival promotion."

Wujo Wu: stare.

Xia Youjie: "The commercial street will also hold activities to celebrate the Obon Festival."

Wujo Wu: stare.

Xia Youjie: "It seems that there are still fireworks, just tonight."

Gojo Satoru: If I don’t speak, I won’t speak, even if I’m beaten to death, I won’t speak.

Xia Youjie: "..."

Xia Youjie finally couldn't hold back anymore.

This is getting more and more embarrassing what's going on! ?

The atmosphere is completely wrong, this person—why didn't he show any surprise at all? ?

Children are always unavoidable to pay extra attention to some strange places.

For example, when you think about your friends, you don't want them to see that you have paid a lot.

For another example, it took a lot of effort to prepare surprises for the other party, but was there really a "surprise" in the end?

Xia Youjie's expression was erratic.

When he planned to do this at the beginning—he didn't expect it to be in such an embarrassing atmosphere!

The two looked at each other, and finally, Xia Youjie's patience ran out.

He hesitated again and again, but still gritted his teeth, intending to pour out the rest of the words.

"all in all."

He took a deep breath.

"Someone from the guard patrolling at this time slipped away. We searched for a few days before we found this place where we can go out and play. Can you tell me whether you want to go or not, can you—!?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge sense of shame surged up uncontrollably.

Hey!

Shame on—

This is too embarrassing! !

……fail.

Xia Youjie raised his head and closed his eyes.

Totally, big failure.

He turned around in despair and wanted to leave, but before he could take two steps, he was held by a hand.

The sun is about to set.

The orange-red sunset dyed the sky red, the continuous mountains and rivers turned into the background, and the streets and alleys were sporadically lit up with colorful lights, who did not know who was guiding the way home.

The white-haired boy stood upright under the wall, half of his face was hidden in the shadow, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Only whispers could be heard.

"……Hey."

"I didn't say no."