My breeder is the strongest

The beating was still light.

It's not bad if you don't get killed.

The young master Wutiao, who had exhausted his spell power, was beaten again by Xia Youjie, and he was seriously injured again.

It was miserable, very.

Although a little bit is not arousing sympathy.

Just like what Xia Youjie thought, when making the decision to let Wujojiu go to school, Wujo Wu really thought a lot about it.

But unlike Xia Youjie, he didn't make this decision after reflecting on himself.

It is impossible to reflect on oneself, it is impossible in this life, how could he, the wise and mighty young master Wutiao, the son of the Wutiao family - Ren Patriarch, the sole heir, have problems?

Instead of reflecting on himself, Master Wujo's first reaction is to reflect on others.

Therefore, Wujo Satoru's actual thinking is this.

Master Wujo: As a rising star in the magic world, the youngest-level magician and the strongest magician in the future (no one—), I am so handsome, so strong, and have such a cool personality— —

Why, Gojojiu didn't get my invincible charm, and then fell in love with me?

Gojo Satoru asked himself and answered: - It must be that Gojo has not fully felt his strength for a long time!

Well, the problem is coming.

How to fully demonstrate his strength?

Gojo, a straight man with a peacock on his tail, pondered.

Speaking of this, of course it is to crush the opponent in the field that the opponent is best at.

Therefore, Gojo Satoru's eyes fell on the reversal technique that Gojo had been meeting for a long time, but he hadn't learned yet.

As for the fact that he hasn't learned it for so long, whether he doesn't have the talent, whether he can't learn it at all, and what to do if he dies at the hands of the curse spirit, Wujowu doesn't think about such similar questions at all.

I thought about it, and then I did it.

That's the way it is.

After the magic power was exhausted, Gojo Satoru fell into a brief coma. At that time, he left some wounds on his body, plus the part where he was beaten by Xia Youjie. The assistant supervisor brought the medicine box from the car and handed it to the family. Add nitrous for treatment.

"Glass!" Wutiao Wugui yelled, "Be gentle!"

Jia Ruozi twisted his arm expressionlessly, took a piece of gauze from the box, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

"Guys who waste other people's weekends have no right to ask."

Gojo Satoru: "No no no!"

With gauze in his mouth, Master Wutiao made an incomprehensible excuse, "...&%...￥%#*&*!"

After Wutiao Wudun was beaten, Xia Youjie finally had the mood to ask him other details, "Where's your cell phone?"

"I don't know." Gojo Satoru spat out the gauze, "Where did it break in the middle? There are too many curse spirits removed, so I don't remember."

Xia Youjie: "..."

What an idiot he would be to worry about this guy, idiot!

Think about it carefully, this is not the first time!

Hey!

Really, no matter how worried he is, this guy is a dog!

He held his forehead in despair, "Why are you suddenly obsessed with the reversal technique?"

Having said that, Gojo Satoru hesitated, put his arms around the back of his head, and looked in other directions.

"No, that's right, I'm the strongest. Of course the strongest can do everything..."

"Ah, that's right." He changed the subject, "Why are you the only ones here, Wutiaojiu?"

Although Master Wutiao felt that he didn't need others to save him, coming and not coming were two completely different things.

This is a matter of principle!

Young Master Wutiao thought confidently.

"Huh? Is he not with you?" Xia Youjie is inexplicable, "I still have to ask you - he didn't answer the phone call, hasn't he been sleeping with you for a long time, I thought he was with you Together?"

Gojo Satoru:?

Gojo Satoru: "He told me that this weekend he will help you move and sleep with you."

Wujojiu's school is relatively close to the residential area, and the college is built on the mountain. Xia Youjie moved to the college dormitory a few days ago for the convenience of doing tasks. Wujo Wu lived with Wujojiu relying on his ability to teleport in the original apartment.

Because of the move, Xia Youjie didn't do missions with Wujo Wu for the past two days.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Xia Youjie: "..."

The two looked at each other.

Silence, Silence is the strongest duo today.

At the door of the cooking classroom, stood a boy with white hair and blue eyes.

He was wearing black short sleeves and light brown overalls shorts, his skin glowed white in the sun, and he lowered his hair while texting.

Sender: Seijuro

Recipient: Gojojiu

Content: Is it okay if you didn’t go home yesterday? Have you talked to your parents?

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Sender: cat

Recipient: Akashi

Content: All right! =V= Satoru won't find out.

Akashi looked at the message on the phone and remained silent.

Enlightenment... Is it father or mother?

And, what does it mean to not find out? ?

I always feel that this description seems a bit subtle.

However, it is very Gojoku style.

It happened like this, before school ended on Friday, Gojo-hisa sent a text message to Akashi, wanting to borrow his kitchen for a May Day gift.

His original words are:

Gojojiu: Seijuro!I made an appointment for cooking class on Saturday, can I borrow your kitchen for Friday?

Akashi Seijuro:?

Leaving aside the cooking class on Saturday, why do you have to borrow the kitchen on Friday, to "live" in the kitchen... What do you mean? ?

Although he didn't understand it a little bit, but adhering to the principle of petting cats and cats for no reason, Akashi still agreed.

That night, he fully understood the meaning of Wujojiu.

Why in this world can someone use an oven to explode? ?

Why can flour mixed with eggs and sugar make such a dark dish with such a strange appearance? ?

Why can two completely different things be made with the same steps and formula? ?

This is no longer a cooking idiot, it is simply alchemy! ?

This really needs to be rehearsed the day before, otherwise the probability of making normal food the next day is basically zero.

Stayed with Gojo for a long time until midnight, and finally saw Akashi who fell asleep lying on the side of the sink, thinking so.

this text message.

Really, the expression is very accurate.

It's right to "live" in the kitchen.

The cooking class is set in the afternoon, but Akashi still has piano lessons in the morning, so he asks the driver at home to pick up Gojoku, and then goes there by himself.

"Ah-chirp!" Gojoku rubbed his nose and waved to Akashi Seijuro who got off the car, "Seijuro, here!"

Akashi approached, only to realize that his state seemed to be a little bit wrong.

Wutiaojiu's skin is very fair, and it is easy to leave marks. Usually, a light bump will leave obvious red marks.

This time, the child's face was obviously flushed abnormally, and he was not so energetic, with a listless look.

He asked concerned, "Have you caught a cold?"

Wujojiu blinked, very confused, and said slowly, "Cold, what does it look like?"

Akashi, who gradually became accustomed to his ignorance and jumping-off: "..."

The lack of distance is contagious. After staying with Wujo for a long time, he has successfully been subtly influenced, and he has forgotten what it means to be a gentleman and reserved.

Akashi Seijuro went straight to his hands and checked the temperature of his forehead.

"It's so hot." He frowned, "What's the matter, is it because of staying up late yesterday?"

"I don't know." Wujou rubbed his eyes and yawned, "I suddenly felt hot in the morning, and I was so sleepy..."

This kind of sleepiness is not the usual sleepiness, it is a feeling of fatigue that emanates from the bones.

It is very strenuous to direct the body to do every movement, and even the mind is dizzy, coupled with the fever, the whole person feels very uncomfortable.

Akashi saw that he was about to fall while standing, so he immediately made a decision and decisively grabbed his wrist and walked back.

"I'll talk about the biscuits next time, anyway, I'll take you home—"

"No." Wujojiu—moving still, propping up his eyelids with will, shook his head firmly, "Yes, do it."

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