My breeder is the strongest

In the middle of September, the temperature difference increases and the weather turns cooler.

Gojo Satoru pressed the alarm clock next to the bed, feeling pain in his hands. Looking down, the little Persian cat squinted his eyes, wondering what he dreamed of, with two canine teeth facing his tiger's mouth, purring and grinding.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Master Wutiao raised his hand, "Jiu—get up!"

The autumnal equinox is approaching, and Gojojiu is also ushering in a period of rapid growth.

The specific manifestations are: bite whatever it sees, sharpen its claws no matter what, and imitate everything around it.

In the bathroom, Gojo Satoru brushed his teeth in front of the mirror, picked up his cup, took a sip of water, and looked up wah wow.

Wujo stood on the sink for a long time, glanced at him sideways, put his head under the faucet, took a sip, and looked up.

Master Wutiao wiped his face, picked up the cat by the back of the neck, and threw him into the hood behind him.

Naituanzi stopped in mid-air—holding the brim of his hat, he climbed in by himself.

Goal, morning training.

Although Master Wutiao refused to admit it, being the first to use the reversal technique by the cat boy obviously severely stimulated his self-esteem.

Even the training that had been neglected for a long time was picked up.

The back mountain of Wutiaojia has pleasant scenery and fresh air.

Gojo Zhixiong was carrying a watering can, watering a few oleander plants in the yard. There was a rumbling sound on the back mountain. He looked up, and saw the familiar fluctuation of mantra power accompanied by a big cloud of smoke.

Gojo Shio: "..."

He paused and turned to tell the maid.

"Ask two people to stand guard at the entrance of the Rare Birds Museum. Once Wu appears, let me know immediately."

The forest trembled, and the birds flew away.

But the familiar mana fluctuations were not caused by familiar people.

The tall pine and cypress tree lay horizontally on the spot, and the broken parts were neat, like the traces of some kind of sharp weapon. Wu Tiaojiu jumped onto the tree trunk lightly and nimbly, licking his paws.

The ice blue cat pupils blinked, their eyes full of innocence and cuteness.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru stood beside him, looking at the trees on the ground, and at his own hands—he hesitated to speak, and uttered a word for a long time.

"Depend on."

Should he thank this guy for his mercy this morning?

Gojo Satoru knew that cat cubs might evolve, but he didn't expect that a cat could be so ridiculously strong.

His mood is a little complicated.

Gojo Satoru squatted down, stretched out a finger, and poked it in the middle of Gojojiu's head.

"Hey you--"

The kitten chased after him, and successfully saw it as cross-eyed.

Gojo Wujo was silent for two seconds, then burst out laughing.

With a poke back, the little Persian cat lost weight and squatted on the pine and cypress tree trunk.

He rubbed the kitten's head vigorously, and grinned, "Very good, as expected of my cat."

After school started, Xia Youjie was promoted to the fourth grade. At the request of his parents, he began to prepare for the private junior high school entrance examination, and the time they met was greatly reduced.

However, as a competent godfather of the kitten, he would call at a fixed time every day to care about Wutiaojiu's growth.

One person, one cat, one talking and one meowing, unexpectedly reached a certain level of communication.

Wujojiu was looking forward to this moment very much. Before going to bed every day, the whole cat lay on the phone, and when it vibrated, he quickly opened the cover and pressed the on button immediately.

One person and one cat formed a profound cross-species friendship, and the only unhappy person in the room was the neglected young master Wutiao.

Every day, he hides his mobile phone in various places, and engages in fierce offensive and defensive guerrilla warfare with Wujojiu.

Then he secretly complained to Xia Youjie behind his back.

"Obviously I'm the one who feeds him, okay? Why is he so clingy to you!"

Xia Youjie pulled the phone away from his ear, and asked silently, "...It's been a long time, why haven't I heard his voice?"

"Oh." Gojo Gori said confidently, "I hid the cell phone I usually use behind the mountain, and he is looking for it."

Xia Youjie: "..."

Isn't this the reason why you are not popular with cats? !

"Oh, that's right." Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered something and extended an invitation to Xia Youjie, "The one you mentioned earlier seems to be almost ready."

"Want to be together? This weekend."

Xia Youjie's eyes lit up——

"want!"

The so-called "that" is Xia Youjie's whim in social class.

Although Wujo Satoru said that Wujojiu could speak, he never spoke again after that.

So, when he saw a deaf-mute communicate with people by "knocking on the fifty tones on the keyboard to make an electronic sound", he thought of it.

Can you make something similar for Gojo Kuya?

"Dangdang!"

Gojo Satoru spread out a [-]-syllabary chart on the ground, hiragana plus voiced and obtrusive sounds, each character has a raised button.

Wujojiu stood beside the picture, curiously pressing the button closest to him with his paw.

The mechanical sound rang.

"ろ——"

"Cough cough." Xia Youjie sat opposite and coughed nervously twice, "Well, long time, the first time we meet—"

Gojo Satoru sat on the ground without a straight face, mocking exaggeratedly, "Are you going to get married? Your voice is shaking."

Xia Youjie: "..."

"Stop talking nonsense." He raised his hand and punched Wujo Wujo, his eyes fell on Wujo Wujo's hand clutching the carpet, and he taunted back, "Are you not nervous!?"

"Why don't you hold your hands so tightly?"

"Who held it!" Gojo Satoru immediately let go of his hand and raised it above his head, "Who do you think I am!? Just a cat..."

The two brats quarreled as they talked, and they were about to get started.

"A mere cat" squatted opposite, watching the quarrel between the two, tilted his head.

A mechanical sound sounded, interrupting their movements.

"す, ぐ, る (Jie)!"

Xia You paused, and immediately grabbed Gojo Wu by the neckline, "It's my name! He called my name first!!"

Young master Wutiao gave a cut in dissatisfaction, and didn't bother to express his contempt for "a mere cat", and took the initiative to lean forward, "Hey, whose cat are you! Me! Me!"

The cat turned around nimbly, and popped out a few words on the fifty-sound chart.

"さ, と, る (enlightenment)——"

Master Wutiao is comfortable, and Master Wutiao is satisfied.

Gojo Satoru nodded in satisfaction, and before he even started to twitch, he heard the mechanical sound coming intermittently.

"おれ、さいきょう (I am the strongest)."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Xia Youjie: "..."

"... Gojo Satoru."

After a long time, Xia Youjie said seriously.

"I think it's better to support me for a long time."