My breeder is the strongest

Wujo Satoru felt that his current mood was very strange.

It seems to be angry, but I can't find a reason to be angry, so half of my brain tells myself to be patient, while the other half of my brain doesn't listen, and keeps screaming desperately.

【Coax me, coax me, coax me, coax me】

Ahem, of course, the content is not this.

It's too embarrassing, it doesn't fit the noble temperament of Young Master Wutiao.

The noble young master Wutiao didn't need anyone to coax him, he just put on a dirty face in a noble way, and then he didn't say a word in a noble way.

Wujojiu is very good at dealing with the noble young master Wujo, but the method is very simple.

In a word, when he sensed that he was unhappy, he would crawl into his arms, clinging to him in any way, usually at most 10 minutes, and Gojo Satoru's emotions would basically change.

However, this time it doesn't seem to work.

The kitty who was picked up immediately crawled along the pole, grabbed Gojo Wu's neck, arched his head towards his neck, and pressed his soft cheek against his profile.

Gojo Satoru pushed his face away with one hand.

Gojojiu's cheek was pushed out by him, and he blinked and stared at him suspiciously.

Young Master Wutiao simply flipped his hands over, the tiger's jaw was stuck on his chin, and his index finger and thumb stretched out, pinching his cheeks on both sides.

The child's mouth pouted passively.

Alas.

Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows.

So soft.

He couldn't help kneading it up and down twice.

Wujojiu's face was not big in the first place, and Wujou Wu could hold it with one hand, and the child didn't resist, and put his face in his hand obediently, without moving, and stared at him every now and then.

cute.

Like a doll.

Then, Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered the appearance of the child turning his elbows outwards, blocking his attack with no lower limit.

He let go of his hand quickly: "Huh."

Wujojiu:? ? ?

The sticker program failed.

The child didn't give up, he stayed in place for two seconds, and when he had an idea, a pair of cat ears popped out of his head.

Wujojiu likes physical contact, likes to smooth his hair, and even likes to stick to his master.

He judges others by himself, he thinks Gojo Satoru should also like it.

But the conditions are limited, even the tail can't be exposed, so you can only use your ears to make a living.

Wutiao looked over in anticipation for a long time, only to see the young master Wutiao raise his eyebrows.

Gojo Satoru: "Stop being cute, it won't work."

"... Oh." The head and the cat ears on it drooped.

The child slowly retracted his hands, and there were cat ears on top of his head.

He grabbed Wujou's coat with his hands, lowered his head, folded his arms, turned his head and buried his face in Wujou's clothes.

Curl up as much as you can, curling yourself into a ball.

Gojo Satoru:?

Master Wutiao bent his index finger and patted the top of his hair, "What are you doing, you have no face to face people?"

The child shook his head, but didn't turn around. His voice was muffled and the volume was so low that he couldn't hear it.

"...If you can't see what I say, Wu will stop being angry."

Gojo Satoru: ... Poof.

He almost laughed out loud.

What self-defeating and speaking, this guy.

"If I say yes—" Master Wutiao jokingly draws out, "Then are you going to never see me for the rest of your life?"

Wujojiu's body visibly stiffened, and the child tightened his grip on his clothes, asking in a low voice.

"A lifetime... is it Wu's lifetime, or my lifetime?"

Gojo Satoru was taken aback.

Mantras have a long life, but humans have a short life.

None of them knew whether the kitty would grow old with them, or stay alone in the torrent of time, witnessing the passage of time.

But he never thought that Wujojiu would think about this issue.

He suddenly regretted bringing up this topic.

Master Wutiao rubbed the child's head and changed the subject, "Don't interrupt, I won't be able to see you if you stay here? Can you be a little sincere?"

Gojojiu shrank his head again, "But... I want to be with Wu."

This is finally the place to say it.

Master Wutiao was very satisfied.

Satisfied, the young master Wutiao shook the kitty up, let the child hug his neck, and strode forward.

"Well, but." He tilted his head, "Think about it carefully, if I'm angry, but I can't see you... maybe I will be more angry."

Hearing this, Gojo raised his head in a low voice, turned around and asked seriously.

"Then, will you calm down when you see me?"

Gojo Satoru: "No way."

Wujojiu: "..."

It's so hard to mess with someone.

The cat cub looked bewildered, and then began to think hard.

I really can't figure it out, so I just ask directly.

"Then—how can I not be angry?"

This question is a bit difficult.

If there is a standard answer, it is estimated that it will become a specialized subject that cannot be written in three books.

Gojo Satoru thought casually.

While thinking, he said casually.

"Well, why don't you treat me to a high-quality barbecue—"

Before he could finish speaking, the phone rang.

Master Wutiao took it out and looked at the notes.

Ye'e is right.

Wutiaowu: "..."

I don't know why, but I didn't want to pick it up in an instant.

However, considering respecting the old, loving the young, public order, good customs and moral norms—more importantly, Ye'e scolded people, and she was very annoying.

Gojo Satoru finally pressed the answer button.

"Wu, urgent mission." On the phone, Ye'e said in a deep voice, "Second-year Mingming and An Geji disappeared during the mission."

In Roppongi's video game street, there is an empty metal arch at the entrance, neon lights and a series of colorful lights are dazzling. Among the young people in strange clothes, the tall and thin men in all-black uniforms are particularly conspicuous.

His skin was white and glowing, a pair of dark sunglasses were on the bridge of his nose, and his hair was also white, but from the gaps, there was a trace of blue eyes that were shocking.

A group of hot girls in punk outfits and skirts that were short to the thighs passed by, turning their heads and whispering to their sisters.

"That guy is so handsome!"

"The eyes are too pretty, huh."

"Do you want to strike up a conversation? Do you want to go up and strike up a conversation?"

In the distance, the young master Wutiao, who could actually hear them at all, stroked his hair more handsomely as if nothing had happened.

Hey, this is the charm, there is no way...

A group of hot girls twittering and finally rolling out a rep from the sisterhood.

The girl who was pushed out was caught off guard, her steps staggered, her body leaned back uncontrollably, as if she had bumped into something.

The reason why I say it seems——is because, the body stopped, but the touch felt like hitting the air again.

"Eh? Eh! Sorry! I'm so sorry—"

She hurriedly stood still, turned around, and her voice stopped abruptly.

In front of her was a boy who was a head shorter than her, with a little baby fat on his cheeks, wearing overalls and a shirt, most importantly.

His hair color and eye color are exactly the same as the handsome guy I saw on the side of the road just now.

Even though they look the same, they feel completely different.

Maybe it's because of those eyes.

The same icy blue, but like scooping up a pool of spring water, soft and clean, without a trace of variegation.

The girl did a dazed effort, and the boy stood on tiptoe at some point, and the round cat pupils were close at hand, with the tip of his nose facing hers.

She opened her eyes wide, her face turned red quickly, and when she inhaled, a sweet milky fragrance wafted from her nose.

Before she could open her mouth to utter a syllable—the boy quickly retracted, nodded and turned around.

"Goodbye then."

Girl: "???"

In the blink of an eye, the boy was gone.

The girl blinked blankly, her eyes carefully inspecting the surroundings——

No, no, still no.

None of them.

Even the handsome white-haired guy just now disappeared.

She doubts life.

Could it be... I'm so sick that I have delusions about handsome guys? ?

Wujojiu, who was considered delusional, was currently wrapping around the neck of the young master Wujo as a cat collar.

With a sweep of its fluffy tail, a white "egg" with a twisted ghost face emerged.

If a sorcerer had been by his side just now, he would have seen that this "egg" was taken from the shoulder of the girl just now by the kitty.

Gojo Satoru caught it, glanced up and down, the mantra ignited, and burned the "egg" to ashes.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed Ye'e Zhengdao's number.

"Moses Moses, the position of the senior sister has been positioned. On the first day of school, let the first grade save the second grade—teacher, doesn't your conscience ache?"

Ye'e said rightly: "..."

This seems to accuse him of making a speech full of superiority.

Master Wujo continued to babble, "You must give me some benefits during overtime. How about sushi? The most expensive kind in Ginza."

Ye'e just ignored him expressionlessly, "Remember to pay the bill."

Gojo Satoru also turned a deaf ear to the teacher's words, "It's too cruel, and it's fine if you don't pay overtime pay, why only call me, Jie them?"

"They can't get through on the phone, do you know where they went?"

Gojo Satoru: "...Oh."

I forgot, the drinking over there should be in full swing now.

Master Wutiao touched his little conscience, but he still didn't betray his friends.

"I don't know, maybe I was too involved in training and didn't hear it."

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

Why does the more I listen to it, the more suspicious it becomes?

He asked suspiciously, "What the hell did they do?"

Gojo Satoru: "No, nothing, I swear, I guarantee it with my conscience!"

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

How can you use something that you don't have as a guarantee.

"...Forget it." Noctua gave up pursuing responsibility and asked about the progress, "You just said that you have located them, so where are they?"

"Hmm... how to describe it." Gojo Satoru thought for a while, "Xanadu?"

Night Moth said rightly:?

The author has something to say: These days I am going through the formalities of school suspension, and I will update normally after running