My breeder is the strongest

On the weekend, in the courtyard of the side hall, two children squatted on the ground, one black and one white head together, staring at the cat cub in the middle.

For a long time, Xia Youjie said slowly.

"You mean, the cat talked."

Gojo Satoru corrected him, "Gojo has been talking for a long time."

Xia Youjie: "..."

"Okay." Xia Youjie changed his words, "You mean, Wutiao has been talking for a long time...but."

The warm sun of early autumn reflected on the wooden floor, and the little Persian cat group stretched out its paws in the light circle, and its body flexibly bent into a reverse C.

"Meow~"

This seems to be no different from before.

Xia Youjie: "...Could it be that you heard it wrong?"

"Impossible!" Gojo Satoru was indignant, "I really heard it! And——haven't you noticed that Gojojiu is different from before?"

Xia Youjie looked left and right, "What's the difference?"

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand and pulled the kitten's front body off the ground, and the little Persian cat continued to stretch along with its movements—until it was pulled into a long strip.

The young master stretched out his index finger and thumb, making a close distance.

"Look, it's grown so much longer than before!"

Xia Youjie: "..."

Your eyes are microscopes?

Gojo Satoru's statement is indeed a bit of nonsense, but the change of the cat is beyond doubt.

It wasn't a change in body shape, but Xia Youjie obviously found that it seemed to be "learning" their behavior.

The weather in September was still a bit stuffy, and the air conditioner was blowing loudly. Xia Youjie carved out a place in Wutiao Wu's messy room, laying a pile of miscellaneous books on it, and wrote his homework for a tutoring school.

Wujojiu was lying on his shoulder, also staring at his homework attentively.

Xia Youjie held the pen, and Wujo Jiu also held the paw.

Xia Youjie let go of his hand, and Wujojiu opened his paws.

Xia Youjie stretched out his hand to turn the page, Wujo Jiu also stretched out his paw to turn the page——

Xia Youjie said in surprise, "It seems to be learning my movements!"

Gojo Satoru held a lollipop in his mouth, and turned his head between playing games, "Didn't I tell you, it's really different."

He put down the handle and gave a "bright" smile, "I taught it something else before—"

"Come on, let me show you."

Gojo Satoru beckoned to Gojojiu, and the little Persian cat immediately understood and jumped to the top of his head in twos and twos. One person and one cat had two pairs of ice-blue eyes that blinked twice in perfect synchronization.

Three seconds later, Gojo Satoru clapped his hands twice.

"Three, two, one—"

As soon as the words fell, both eyes narrowed at the same time, and the corners of the mouth curled up.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand and gestured a "V".

"Dangdang, Xia Youjie imitated the show~"

Xia Youjie: "..."

Xia Youjie carried away the cat cub on his head expressionlessly, and by the way gave the people below a chestnut.

"Gojo Satoru, stay away from me for a long time."

The maid knocked twice on the door.

"Master, I put the cut watermelon on the balcony for you."

No matter what the season, you can't go wrong with watermelon.

The melon is a black-skinned melon from Hokkaido. One bite, it is full of water, sweet and delicious. The teeth are neatly placed on a dark brown wooden tray, and a piece is as big as half a kitten.

Wujo Wujo and Xia Youjie sat on both ends of the wooden plate, holding one tooth each. Wujo looked left and right for a long time, and then stretched out their claws - pushing the watermelon in half with one stroke.

Wujojiu: "..."

The little Persian cat was stunned, and sat on the floor with a plop.

Xia Youjie laughed loudly, pulled out a tooth from the other half of the watermelon that hadn't fallen, and put it in front of it.

The cat cub groaned, hugging the rind of the melon and biting the tip of the watermelon.

Xia Youjie saw it started to eat, so he picked up another piece, and asked Gojo Wu next to him, "You said on the phone before, what happened to the thing it was looking for?"

On the night when Wujojiu was lost, they searched for three places. Witnesses in the first two places said that the cat seemed to be looking for something.

So many things happened afterwards that Xia Youjie almost forgot about it.

"Oh, that." Wujo Satoru puffed up his face, spit out the watermelon seeds in his mouth like a machine gun, and wrote lightly.

"It's not a big deal, but I suspect that this guy may have stolen someone's heirloom or something..."

Xia Youjie: "..."

Xia Youjie choked on a mouthful of watermelon and coughed several times.

"Ah?" He asked suspiciously, "What does heirloom mean??"

"Literally."

After Gojo Satoru finished eating the watermelon, he wiped it on Wujojiu without wiping his hands, and the kitten bit down angrily.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand, and the kitten was biting Infinity, and he swung vigorously from side to side—the little Persian cat was thrown flying, and stopped strangely when it was a few centimeters off the ground.

It is also infinite.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand and made a gesture of lifting the kitten up, pretending to catch it with his magic.

"Jie." He asked, "Have you ever heard of being born with a curse?"