My breeder is the strongest

Heroes, so they call the mighty.

Heroes are special, heroes are powerful, and heroes are fearless.

They were enshrined in the Buddhist hall and molded into golden bodies. They were surrounded by the crowd, the stars arched the moon, and the flowers applauded.

When Xia Youjie was eight years old, his parents took him to see a Kamen Rider play.

He is actually not interested in this thing, but his parents emphasized that "a child must look like a child", and they didn't care about his opinion, so they couldn't help saying that they wanted to take him to play.

They stood in the front row, and there were so many children screaming and cheering behind them, trying to squeeze forward, Xia Youjie put his hands in his pockets, and he didn't even bother to move his mouth.

It may be that there are too many people, which attracts the curse.

After the performance, his parents took him to the backstage to ask for an autograph. The curse spirit was entrenched behind the actor who played the knight, with his mouth wide open, and he was about to bite off his ear in the next second.

Xia Youjie took a step forward and met the eyes of the curse spirit.

Once "discovered", the hatred will transfer.

That day he used the excuse of going to the toilet, and went through a fierce battle in a place that no one knew about. He used the mop in the men's toilet to remove the curse spirit, and then walked out calmly.

Wipe soiled hands and face with paper towels.

I am stronger than a "hero".

At that time, Xia Youjie thought so.

He is indeed very strong, and he can deal with spells and spirits. He doesn't think there is anything he can't do. He doesn't say that he is perfect in his studies, sports, and dealing with people. He can also be said to be the best among his peers.

It may be caused by the subconscious mind, I don't know when it started.

He began to feel that he was a "hero".

However, a hero is just a lie fabricated by human beings, a utopia that does not exist.

As long as we are human, we have hesitation and fear.

"Jay? Jay?"

His mother's call brought him back to his senses, Xia Youjie subconsciously let out an "oh", inserted the pasta in front of him, and put it into his mouth absent-mindedly.

"Seeing that you are not energetic, how is the class in the private school?"

"Very good." Xia Youjie smiled.

"What's the matter?" Father interjected, "Has the ranking of the start-of-term test dropped? I said, what kind of summer camp, there is no need at all..."

He lowered his head and ate the noodles without speaking.

"You can't say that, overall quality is also a part of choosing a school in the future, and better private junior high schools all require resumes in this area." The mother changed the subject, "However, you and your friend—that is, the one from the Wutiao family, It’s better to have less contact.”

"I don't go to school every day, I don't know what to do at home, I'm the young master, and you are different, don't be led astray..."

"Yes." Father also became serious, "The summer camp is over, why are you still running there? Are you staying at his house for the past few weeks on weekends? I said you are always absent-minded during this time."

Xia Youjie choked for a moment, trying to defend himself.

"No, I've finished my homework."

"Is it enough to just finish the homework?" Father frowned. "Now is the critical moment. If you want to enter a private junior high school, you must hurry up. You are still young and don't understand. We are doing this for your future... ..."

Do not understand.

Because I am a child, I don't understand anything.

Because he is a child, he must be obedient.

But, who will listen to him again?

Xia Youjie lowered his head, clenched his fists under the dining table, and then loosened them. His parents' admonition became farther and farther away from his ears, turning into the background sound.

In his field of vision, a centipede-shaped curse spirit with a human face was lying outside the window, salivating into the room.

After all... who knows nothing.

He snapped his fork down on the plate, interrupting his parents.

"Ah!" Mother clutched her chest, "What are you doing?"

Xia Youjie took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"……nothing."

He stood up, turned and went upstairs.

"I'm stuffed."

Xia Youjie returned to the room and lay down on the bed for a while.

There was a hasty knock on the door.

"You child, how can you do this? Listen to me, mom and dad are also doing it for your own good..."

He covered his ears with a pillow, turned over again, and covered him with a quilt. After a while, he simply sat up—put on a coat, and stuffed his phone into his pocket.

Open the window and jump down.

Xia Youjie opened the door of the side hall room, and a large white cloth came rushing towards him. The effect was like an avalanche, second only to opening a messy cabinet.

"Cough, cough!" He swept away the flying cotton wool with a wave of his hand, without thinking at all, and accurately hit the responsible person.

"Gojo Satoru, what are you doing!?"

Behind the door is a white-haired young master Wutiao.

Holding gaudy cloth and needles and threads in his hands, he pursed his lips, moved his eyes upwards, and blew on the cotton that had fallen all over his head.

Cotton wadding was swirling and it rained.

"I just want to give Wu Tiao Jiu a bear..."

"Jie." He asked strangely, "Why are you here at this hour?"

Xia Youjie: "..."

Xia Youjie closed the door and poked his head over, "How long has it been? Why haven't I seen him?"

Normally, as soon as he entered the door, Wujojiu must have been in his arms.

He has always suspected that the cat has a radar on it, so even through the door, he can see his movements.

"Jiu..." Young Master Wutiao was a little guilty, "Something went wrong."

Xia Youjie: "..."

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Putting the cat in Wutiao's house, Xia Youjie never felt at ease.

"what happened?"

"I don't know." Gojo Satoru said more and more guilty, "Except for eating the fragments of the special magic spirit, locking him in the 'tent' for more than a day and forgetting to release him, and forgetting to feed him a few times when he was having fun... Other than that, I didn't do anything."

Xia Youjie: "..."

This is also called doing nothing?

The kitty lay limply in his palm, with the tip of his ears drooping and his eyes half-closed. When he held him up, he stuck out his tongue and licked his palm lightly.

When he saw the cat last week, it was still alive and kicking, but within a week, it has become like this.

Xia Youjie's mood was nothing but wanting to kill someone.

Wujo Jiu usually sleeps in the same bed with Wujo Wu. After returning from the magic tool library, he has been lacking in energy and slow to respond. Master Wujo was worried that he would be crushed, so he moved him to the cat nest on the top of the cat climbing frame .

Xia Youjie put the cat back carefully, lowered his voice and turned to question Wujo Wu.

"Didn't I tell you not to take him there? How old is he!"

"I didn't bring it myself, he followed him!"

"He also picked up the super magic spirit himself??"

"I..." Young Master Wutiao choked for a moment, "That's for other purposes, besides, I haven't seen him be very interested in curse spirits before, he wants to eat it himself, I didn't realize it at all!"

Xia Youjie said unhappily, "Don't you have six eyes, you can't even see a cat?"

Gojo Satoru hates others to question his abilities.

"Is that a normal cat???" he retorted loudly.

Young master Wutiao is not the kind of person who likes to shirk responsibility, but after such a quarrel, he got angry and got angry.

"Otherwise, if you fight with him, he is stronger than you, believe it or not!"

He said indiscriminately, "You haven't even awakened the spell!"

Precisely step on mines.

Minefield disco.

Gojo Wujo felt that the atmosphere was not right when he said it, but he had said everything, and there was no reason to retract what Master Wujo said.

Thinking of this, he originally planned to look away, but he stiffened his neck and looked back to meet the other party's gaze.

Xia Youjie's temper also came up, and he said slowly, "What did you say?"

The five words of enlightenment came out without passing through the brain, "I said, you are not as strong as a cat!"

Xia Youjie let out a long breath, "Wujo Wu, can you say it again?"

Gojo Satoru has never been afraid of the threat of "I count to three" since he was a child, and his rebellious mentality suddenly reached its peak.

Young master Wutiao raised his chin and said word by word, "I said—you, super, super, weak."

The two children stared at each other, neither speaking.

silence.

long silence.

The air is so tense that it seems to be stretched into a thin layer.

After a long time, Xia Youjie took a deep breath.

"……it is good."

He turned around, opened the door with a bang, and said angrily.

"As long as you are strong, I am not worthy!"

Gojo Satoru didn't know how things developed like this.

It seems that when people are unlucky, misfortunes never come singly, even drinking cold water will cause teeth to get stuck.

Young master Wutiao watched people run away, stood up and sat down, sat down and stood up again.

After turning around, he finally sat down angrily.

This is the first time I have quarreled with someone.

Who dared to quarrel with him before!

Lend him ten guts!

he……

Wutiaowu had already scolded Xia Youjie 180 times in his heart, but considering that the kitten was still there, he didn't say a word, which was considered a medical miracle.

He was so restless that he couldn't sit still, he sat on the ground, lay down, and walked according to the direction of the watch, wishing to demolish the building on the spot.

to chase?Or not to chase?

Go... why!

Wasn't he telling the truth? ?

Young master Wutiao crossed his arms and held his breath in his throat, and sat down on the ground again.

From the cat nest on the cat climbing frame, the cat cub stumbled out, stumbled on his paw at the exit, and fell directly from the air.

Gojo Satoru only realized the moment he fell, his heart skipped a beat, and he rushed over in the posture of a goalkeeper catching the ball, barely catching him before he hit the ground.

Master Wutiao breathed a sigh of relief.

He bowed his head and wanted to scold people.

"What are you doing? You want to jump off a building—"

He was only halfway through his words, and when he raised his head, he subconsciously subconsciously subconsciously silenced the cat boy.

In the next second, Gojojiu put his paw on his forehead.

That familiar feeling came again.

The world became extremely quiet, and the field of vision suddenly narrowed.

This feeling was so novel in Gojo Satoru's world that he didn't realize it for a while, and was immersed in this wonderful "normality".

But this time, after half a minute, the vision of the six eyes still did not come back.

Gojo Satoru:? ? ?