My breeder is the strongest

Early spring is the time when cherry blossoms bloom.

The sycamore tree outside the window has just grown new leaves, and the small tits are jumping on the branches, and they are arguing endlessly.

On the bed in the bedroom of the apartment, Gojo Satoru poked his head out from under the covers, squinted his eyes, and blocked the glare of the sun with his hands.

The weight that does not belong to the summer cool quilt is pressed on the body. The boy with cat ears is curled up in a ball. The fluffy tail is half the length of the body. When it is stretched out, it can reach the ankles. It will be rolled up to cover the belly. With the rhythm of breathing, the top of the head His ears flicked.

But, the most important thing is -

He has no clothes on.

None.

None.

Wutiaowu: "..."

"Wujojiu." He closed his eyes and lay back down again, "Put on the clothes for me."

After all, there is still a certain distance from practice.

Xia Youjie came back from the morning run, opened the door of the apartment, and saw Wu Tiao Jiu, who was only wearing one sleeve of his shirt, with his belly and legs exposed, sleeping soundly leaning against the door frame.

...this is obviously not the first time.

He reluctantly put down the meat buns and rice balls he bought from the convenience store, squatted down and unbuttoned the wrong shirt, and put the child on the clothes correctly.

Hearing the familiar scent, the boy closed his eyes and embraced the neck of the person in front of him, buried his fluffy head into Xia Youjie's neck, rubbing it clingily.

Still muttering.

"Jay, sleepy..."

Xia Youjie picked him up with his buttocks, and smoothed his long tail hair.

"Hey, get up."

"I'm going to a high school today."

Gojo Satoru came out of the kitchen, and saw Gojo Kurai moaning in someone else's arms, acting coquettishly and not moving.

Master Wutiao: "..."

Gojo Satoru put down the milk he just took out heavily.

"Have a meal."

Before eating, Gojo Wu walked into the bedroom, pulled out Wujou's shorts, and threw them in Xia Youjie's direction.

"Don't spoil him, let him wear it by himself."

Xia Youjie caught it with one hand, put the child down, and pushed his back, "Put on your pants."

When you put on your pants, you have to put your tail away.

"Oh." Wutiaojiu felt aggrieved, sat on the ground and slowly rubbed his trousers against his body.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Master Wutiao picked up the child, helped him put on his pants in twos and twos, and carried him directly to the chair in front of the table.

Xia Youjie: "..."

You have the nerve to say that I am used to him.

Breakfast is meat buns with milk, and rice balls with salted egg yolk and meat floss.

Adolescent boys can eat a whole cow if they have a big appetite. Every day when Xia Youjie comes back from the convenience store to buy breakfast, he will face the surprised eyes of passers-by, as if he is not going back to eat breakfast, but to feed the pigs.

Wutiao doesn't eat much for a long time, basically it means sharing a little leftovers from each of the two people's shares.

But this also gave him a bad habit, he didn't like to eat from his own plate, and scurried around.

After a long time, neither of them bothered to give him a special share.

Wu Tiao sat on Wu Tiao's lap for a long time, picking and choosing from his food, and lifted a steamed bun with sauced meat flavor.

Gojo Wu took it, split his own meat bag in half, and fed it to Wujojiu in front of him.

The kitty just took his hand and whimpered.

The whole set of movements is proficient and natural, and the process is fully automatic.

Xia Youjie: "...Are you a little too used to him?"

The double-standard young master Wu Tiao picked out his ears, but couldn't understand at all, "Is there any?"

He took a bite of his half, and said vaguely, "Go to the college today, how about your parents, have you agreed?"

Xia Youjie closed one eye, "They don't have any objections, but you, Patriarch Wutiao, won't you die of anger?"

In terms of anger, Patriarch Wutiao may have died of anger several times in the past few years.

Members of the Yusanjia can perform spells without the need for a high school evaluation, and there is also a subtle competitive relationship with the high school.

Wutiaowu first ran away from home and never came back, and within a few years he was rated as a first-class conjurer in the college—oh, by the way, he also brought Xia Youjie, who was favored by the Wutiao family back then, with him.

It fully explains what it means to drag the family to increase the bargaining chip for the hostile forces.

"It's just right for him to die of anger." Young Master Wu Tiao snorted contemptuously, "It's just right that I will be the head of the house when he is so angry."

Xia Youjie: "Don't you find it troublesome to be the head of the family?"

Gojo Satoru spread out his hands, "It's troublesome to fight with them, but they are so angry that I can reluctantly inherit it, but it's not impossible."

The power and status that others are rushing to become "reluctantly" when it comes to Gojo Wu.

I don't know if it's self-confidence or naivety.

Wutiaojiu finished half of his meat bun without wiping his mouth, just rubbed his eyes, put his chin on the table, and began to doze off with half-closed eyes.

Xia Youjie wiped off the sauce on the corner of his mouth with his thumb, wiped it off with a paper towel, and turned to Wujo Wu next to him.

"Have you found the long-term school?"

The author has something to say: I wanted to show it off at first, but after trying it out, I feel that flashbacks are still a bit inaccurate...Sorry, I’m sorry for the overturned woohoo (tiger fell to the ground and apologized)