My breeder is the strongest

Wujojiu has always been a good and well-behaved boy.

When he is helped, he will say thank you well, and if he does something wrong, he will apologize immediately. Even if he is stared at by the student council president who doesn't like him and asks to write a review, he will obediently finish it.

No matter what anyone says, you will listen carefully, and you can easily accept other people's opinions. Those eyes can always adore you sincerely.

Sweet and soft, like a milk-flavored cotton candy.

This was the first time that Akashi Seijuro saw him so stubborn.

His strength relaxed a little, but he felt a little uncomfortable.

Akashi stopped and sighed, "Is it that important? That person."

Wujojiu's head was dizzy, and it was a bit difficult to think, but he nodded vigorously, "Yeah!"

"...Forget it." Akashi paused for a moment, turned around, took his wrist and walked to the edge of the steps, and pressed Gojoku's shoulder to let him sit down.

"You sit here and wait for me."

After finishing speaking, he turned into the nearby clothing store, and walked out of the store after 1 minute, holding a snow-white scarf in his hand.

He squatted down and circled around, carefully surrounding the child.

The tip of his nose was buried in the soft wool, and the white color further accentuated the blush on his face.

Probably because of illness, those ice blue eyes stared at him more directly than usual, as if they could suck people into them.

"..."

Akashi Seijuro's heart suddenly missed a beat.

Gojojiu tilted his head, his voice was muffled through the scarf, "Seijuro?"

Akashi regained his senses, pulled him up, and walked into the cooking classroom, "Just this time, I'll go back after it's over—"

Before he finished speaking, the phone rang.

Gojo Kuhara blinked in bewilderment, and it took him half a beat to realize that it was his mobile phone. He had no strength in his hands, and he took it out several times, and almost dropped it. In the end, Akashi couldn't see it, and took it Press the answer key.

"Long time." Xia Youjie's voice came from the receiver, "Where did you go?"

In the car of the assistant supervisor.

In the back row of the black car, Nitrate sat on the far right, Gojo Wu sat on the far left, and Xia Youjie sat in the middle.

When Xia Youjie and Wutiaojiu were talking on the phone, Wutiao Wu breathed out with his face against the window, and two words were written on his aura.

accurate.

"Oh." Xia Youjie hung up the phone, and relayed to the displeased young master Wutiao, "I have a group assignment today, and I went to discuss it with my classmate yesterday, because it was too late, so I stayed overnight."

Xia Youjie calmed him down.

"Maybe I was worried that you would disagree, so I didn't tell the truth. Don't be angry, wait for a long time to come back..."

"I'm not angry." Gojo Satoru cut him off, scratching his neck.

Xia Youjie: "...Oh."

He twitched the corner of his mouth, "Then..."

Gojo Satoru: "I'm really not angry."

Xia Youjie: "Yeah, I know—"

Gojo Satoru: "Who would be angry about such a trivial matter!"

Xia Youjie: "Then—"

Gojo Satoru turned his head angrily, "Would you bother me! I've said it all, I'm not angry!"

"Oh." Xia Youjie had no expression on his face, "I just want to say - we're going to Gaozhuan on the way, so I'll drop you off at this intersection, and you can take a taxi back by yourself."

Wutiaowu: "..."

He said in disbelief, "My spell power is exhausted! Don't you think you should accompany me a little longer!?"

What about classmates?What about friendship?

We've known each other for so many years, so there's no such thing as a little bit of affection? ?

Xia Youjie, who had already used up all his few affections in today's affairs, felt——no, there is not even a single drop left.

"This is an official car, you can go home after you don't have a mission." He said ruthlessly, "And today is the exchange period between Lu Sheng and the others. We made an appointment to have a drink in the evening. If you are bored, you can come back Go to the teacher and get a few tasks."

Gojo Satoru made Xizi holding his heart together, "... how could you treat me like this, don't you have a pang of conscience?"

"It doesn't hurt." Jiarui Nitzi concluded and complained, "By the way, your spell power is exhausted, why are you still alive and kicking?"

Young Master Wu Tiao naively gave the enemy a rough way, "I am a genius, he recovers quickly, you can't control it."

However, in other people's cars, no matter how talented you are, it's useless.

In the next second, the talented young master Wutiao was swept out of the car, and the black car drove away, leaving only a lonely figure on the side of the road.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Just silently compared a middle finger.

Master Wutiao said he was not angry, but he was not.

But it is a bit sour.

A little bit.

Well, maybe still a little bit angry.

Really just a little bit.

As soon as the black car left, Wutiao Wu's flamboyant movements immediately stopped, his hands in his pockets, and the air pressure in his body dropped.

Oh, little brat.

Master Wutiao sneered.

Learned to lie?

Doing group homework, do you really think that I have never been to junior high school?

Wujo Wu took out the phone address book and dialed Wujojiu's phone.

"Your call was not answered."

"Your call was not answered."

"The number you dialed is off—"

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru decisively pressed the hang up button.

Fine, don't answer the phone.

Click.

A crack appeared on the screen of Master Wutiao's mobile phone.

It seems that the wings are really hard.

In the cooking classroom, Wujojiu's cell phone rang non-stop.

Akashi shook the water off his hand, took the phone and handed it to him.

"Long time, your phone."

Maozi reached out to pick it up, but was dizzy, and the two hands staggered one by one—the phone fell into the egg mixer at work.

Akashi: "..."

Wujojiu: "..."

I don't know whether to feel sorry for the mobile phone, the flour, or myself who needs to be redone.

Seeing that Gojojiu was about to put his hand into the stirring electronic egg beater in a daze, Akashi Seijuro hurriedly stopped him.

"Forget it, I'll ask the driver to buy one for you and deliver it later."

No, no, no.

nowhere.

Gojo Satoru called Wujou's head teacher and confirmed that they didn't have any group homework today, but the head teacher didn't know more information.

Not at Xia Youjie's, not at Home Nitrate's, not at Ye'e Zhengdao's, and not at Sakai Yuri's.

Wujo Jiutong only knows such a few people.

So, where did he go?

No phone calls, no text messages.

People do not know where.

The last time Gojo Satoru threw the cat so far was five years ago.

Nothing good happened that time.

What Xia Youjie was worried about happened.

Master Wujo's separation anxiety.

An inexplicable irritability welled up from the bottom of his heart.

Gojo Satoru sat up and rubbed his hair, turned out the window, and teleported to the roof in a flash.

The range of the six eyes is expanded.

He is going to find Wujojiu.

Compared with the world, Japan is already a small country, and compared with Japan, Tokyo is already a small place.

Even so, it is not easy to find someone in Tokyo aimlessly, even with six eyes.

Gojo Satoru first spread out to find Wujojiu's mantra, but he didn't see anyone, so he kept teleporting repeatedly, distinguishing between the magician and the ordinary person, and then looking for it from the magician and the magician. Five long breaths in these three steps.

From noon to afternoon, the sun is gradually reclining overhead.

Still no one was found.

It turns out that it is such a simple thing for a person to want to disappear.

Gojo Satoru walked in the crowd, unconsciously stunned for a few seconds.

He stretched out his palm, and the spell ignited.

Obviously his mana power was exhausted only in the morning, and it will almost recover by now.

Obviously he is so strong...

Gojo Satoru shook his head, clearing away the extra thoughts.

Suddenly, the ears caught key words in the chatter of passers-by.

"Wow, did you see that boy with white hair, his eyes are so beautiful, they are sky blue!"

Gojo Satoru:! ! !

Before he could let go of his attention, he heard the next sentence.

"The red-haired boy next to him is also very good-looking, and his eyes are also red? They are a good match..."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru: "???"

Young Master Wutiao rolled up his sleeves expressionlessly.

Wujojiu, you tricked me into helping Jie move, just to go on a date with someone else? ?

No, he doesn't allow it!

He wants to see which bastard with no eyesight dares to poach the corner of his wall!

Young Master Wutiao laughed back in anger, pushed his sunglasses over his head, turned around and was about to beat someone up, but then stopped in place.

In the field of vision of the six eyes, five white scarves, which were obviously just bought for a long time, blushed, completely inversely proportional to the usual presumptuousness towards him, and shyly handed a bag of beautifully packaged, printed Cookies with red hearts pattern.

There is also a pink card in the translucent bag with a line written on it.

【To the most important person】

Gojo Satoru froze.

He didn't expect this kind of situation at all.

He never thought that the most important person for Wujojiu would be someone other than him.

The red-haired boy rubbed his head with a smile, leaned forward, wrapped one hand around Wu Tiaojiu's neck, and said softly.

"Good, close your eyes."

Seeing the faces of the two getting closer, Gojo Satoru's mind went blank.

Before they kissed—he teleported to the sky in the crowd without hesitation, and left in place.

Akashi Seijuro withdrew his hand from the boy's temple and asked him.

"feelling better?"

"Yeah!" Gojojiu cheered up, "I feel that my head doesn't hurt so much."

Akashi couldn't help rubbing his head again, "I read this method from a book, press the sides of the neck behind the ears, and it will feel better in a minute."

Gojojiu asked him, "Does Seijuro often have headaches?"

"It's okay." Akashi brought the topic away with one sentence, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

"Okay." Gojoku rubbed his nose, "Seijuro, thank you for helping me get the biscuits."

"It's okay." Akashi asked worriedly, "But, are you really going to leave without taking some medicine?"

Wujojiu's condition was indeed too bad. He couldn't even hold a bag of cookies steadily, and his feet were deep and shallow when he walked. It made people wonder when he would faint directly.

"It's okay." Wujojiu shook his head, trying to wake himself up, "I want to go back, Wujo is still waiting for me at home."

The kitten muttered in a low voice as if sleepwalking, "If he knows that I'm not at Jie's place, he will definitely be angry. It's my fault. I want to go back and coax him..."

Akashi looked at him worriedly, always feeling like this was not the time to worry about others at all.

"Is 'Wu' your younger brother?"

Gojojiu shook his head, opened his arms slightly, and tried to keep his balance while walking.

It may be that the fever affected the functioning of the brain. After a long time, he didn't think of an adjective.

After a while, he whispered.

"Enlightenment is... the most important person."

Gojo Satoru's brain was still running fast until he got home and lay down on the bed.

Wujo has someone you like for a long time?When did this happen?

How did they meet?When did it start?

Why has he never heard of Kitty!

Why doesn't he know anything! ? !

Countless questions circled in my mind, and finally merged into an overwhelming sentence——

What exactly is going on? ? ?

Gojo Satoru was completely overwhelmed by this fact.

Once you think about it from a new perspective, you will find many things that were overlooked in the past.

For example, after Wujojiu went to school, the time spent sticking to him dropped rapidly.

For example, for several consecutive weekends recently, although he had no tasks, Wujojiu did not go home.

such as……

Young Master Wutiao jumped up from the bed and searched the room with his eyes.

He remembered that on the first day of school, when Wujojiu came back, his reaction was very unnatural, and he hid something in the corner.

If it's something Wujo didn't want to say for a long time, Wujo Wu never forced him. Similarly, Wujo Wu never looked for what he wanted to hide.

It is very easy for the young master Wutiao who has six eyes to figure out something, but he thinks it is necessary to keep this kind of secret. Which adolescent child does not have his own little secret?

Only at home, he didn't want to see things too clearly.

Moreover, he believed that if it was something important, Wujojiu would not fail to tell him.

So, a secret is a secret.

He doesn't care.

However, just now, this trust completely collapsed.

Wutiaowu three times, five divisions and two found out all the things that Wutiao had hidden for a long time in the past, and put them in front of him.

A set of washed and folded school uniforms that were obviously not his, several books on how to make and teach cookies, and - assorted wrapping papers, bows and cards.

Gojo Satoru: Pupil Earthquake.jpg

As if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head, his heart sank suddenly.

Suddenly, Gojo Satoru realized something.

He seemed to have never considered what Gojojiu wanted.

How could he think about this kind of thing, the kitty has always been the most clingy to him, everything goes with him, never angry with him, no matter how outrageous the idea is, he will happily choose to support it.

There are very few people who can keep up with Gojo Satoru, but no matter how far he goes.

Wujo Jiudu will definitely follow and walk by his side.

Because Wujojiu belonged to him, and it was a treasure belonging to Wujowu.

Even if everyone in this world is against him, Gojohisa will definitely stand by his side.

He has always thought so.

The sun is about to go down.

The clouds in the sky were dyed a warm orange, but Gojo Satoru felt very cold.

From the inside to the outside, it's like falling into an ice cave.

The noise brought by Six Eyes has never been so unbearable as it is at this moment, distorting the surrounding scenery and people into monsters, a fly flew ten meters away from the window, Gojo Satoru looked up coldly.

The glass of the window shattered in an instant, and the magic power alone crushed it into powder.

For a long time, he took it for granted that what Wujojiu wanted to do most was to stay by his side forever.

But—is this really the case?

Is Wujojiu really his cat, as he thought?

Could it be that he prefers to hang out with those monsters, without worrying about whose graveyard he is standing in front of.

Could it be that he prefers school and classmates, rather than a murderous spellcaster?

So annoying.

Gojo Satoru felt very annoying.

Just thinking about it makes me feel bored.

The emotions surging in my chest, I don't know where they came from, I can't control them, and I have nowhere to vent them.

Usually at times like this—there will always be Wujo for a long time.

The cat cub hugged him, licked, rubbed, stroked the soft fur, any emotion was no big deal.

but now.

Gojo Satoru's gaze sank, and he lay back, staring blankly at the ceiling.

In the next second, through the broken window, a figure appeared on the nearby roof.

Gojo Satoru held his chin and glanced around blankly.

Where are Jie and the others drinking tonight?

"Are you really all right? Have you got your keys? Is anyone at home?"

Wujojiu nodded lazily, and then hummed a very unreliable "...um" in a nasal voice.

Akashi: "..."

He felt uneasy at all, "Why don't I go back with you..."

"No." Gojojiu shook his head, "Wu will be angry."

Akashi: ...So, who is this "Satoru"! ?

He still wants to fight again, "At least take you to the door, or take the antipyretics..."

Gojojiu shook his head, he knew that his symptoms probably had nothing to do with human fever.

"I'll just go by myself," he insisted.

"Okay then." Akashi compromised, "Then you at least give me the phone number of 'Enlightenment', so that I can contact him if something happens."

Wujojiu hesitated for a moment, but still gave him the number.

The child carefully held the biscuit in one hand, and failed to poke in the key several times. After finally poking it in, he almost couldn't open the door because he had no strength.

The sun outside had begun to set, the door opened, and the setting sun shone into the empty house.

nobody.

There was no one in the apartment.

Gojo Satoru doesn't like cigarettes and alcohol.

In other words, Gojo Satoru doesn't like all bitter things, among which alcohol and tobacco are the most annoying.

It's just a sign of weakness to numb your nerves and escape pain with that nasty stuff.

Gojo Satoru is fundamentally different from that weak guy.

Facts have proved that you should not set a Flag for yourself.

The more you stand, the more you fall.

After drinking, the world in front of me seems to have become a little hazy, more mellow than before.

Even the annoying white-haired monster is not so annoying anymore.

The reflection of the chandelier lit up a ball of light in the center of the table, and Gojo Satoru stared at the bright spot meaninglessly.

Then, I heard the question from the white-haired monster.

"Speaking of...do you like Jiu?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

Brother, do you know which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted? ?

Hey!

Gojo Satoru's first reaction was to get angry, and his second reaction was to refute.

Then, the third /reaction.

A wave of sourness and powerless depression surged from my heart.

Like it or not.

Does it make sense?

Anyway, that's a heartless little bastard.

The night is dark.

Gojo Satoru didn't want to stay any longer, and with a dizzy head, he left the drinking game ahead of time, and walked on the bicycle path by the river, with the night wind blowing head-on, he didn't feel sober.

Passing by a vending machine, the light from the window illuminated a small area of ​​the ground, he walked over in a strange way, and bought a can of beer for [-] yuan.

With a bang, the tin can rolled down, and Master Wu Tiao bent down to pick it up with one hand, opened it and took a sip.

Wow, it's hard to drink.

so bitter.

It is not the wine that is intoxicating, but the person who wants to be intoxicated.

Master Wutiao crushed the beer can, wiped his mouth, and kicked the vending machine hard.

Suddenly, he glanced around him from the corner of the eye, and his movements gradually slowed down.

Under the street lamp was the familiar figure he had been looking for all day.

Gojo Satoru's footsteps stopped abruptly.

The figure said weakly, "Enlightenment..."

Gojojiu spoke in a very low voice, which was strangely quieter than usual, but Gojo Satoru didn't notice this.

His eyes fell on the white scarf and the same packaged cookies in the afternoon.

so bright.

too bright.

Bright and eye-catching.

What does this mean?

The Last Supper?Don't forget the well digger when drinking water?

If you make something for others, give me a copy by the way?

Gojojiu's face was half buried in the scarf, and his expression became unclear.

The mood swings that have been felt all the time will also cut off the signal, which intensifies Gojo Satoru's ominous premonition in the afternoon.

It’s over.

This is the end.

Gojo Gojo is so big, even in the face of a super curse spirit that few people in Japan can break, he has never felt a trace of fear.

But this was an ordinary, calm, and nothing-happening moment.

He suddenly felt a little flustered.

No.

Master Gojo forced a strange feeling.

That does not work.

He, Gojo Satoru.

Only he dumped others, no one else dumped him.

Even if it's a cat,

Thinking like this, before the person on the opposite side said anything else—Master Wu Tiao took a step ahead, picked up the biscuit from the kitty, stretched his arm to the right, and let go.

The biscuit bag fell down the slope and gurgled into the river.

Opposite him, Wujojiu didn't expect this kind of development at all, and he was stunned.

When he came back to his senses, his face was wet, and the scene in front of him was blurred.

The evening wind blows, cool.

"I don't want it." As if establishing some kind of self-esteem, Gojo Satoru said indifferently, "I don't need this kind of thing."

After speaking, it was like running away. No one looked at the reaction, turned around and teleported away.

Master Wutiao teleported home, threw himself face down on the bed.

Ah, that sucks.

He buried his face in the pillow, thinking gloomily while hugging the quilt.

Akashi sent a text message to Wujojiu in the car, but he still didn't get a reply until he saw the phone after the calligraphy class in the evening.

There were only a few isolated messages from him on the screen.

-are you home yet?

- are you feeling better?

-Fell asleep?

The last message was sent an hour ago and it still shows as unread.

He frowned and called Wujojiu.

No one heard.

Akashi: "..."

I feel uneasy at all.

After thinking for a while, he still dialed the number of Gojo Satoru, who he wanted from Gojojiu.

The phone rang, it was an unfamiliar number, Gojo Gojo was so irritable, he picked it up without looking at it.

"Hey, if you have something to say, it's okay to get out!"

Akashi paused, "Hi... I'm Jiu's classmate."

Gojo Satoru stopped hanging up.

This voice is a little familiar.

Isn't this the mistress in the afternoon? ?

How dare he call the door! ?

Gojo Satoru's anger went straight to the top of his head, he opened his mouth to curse, but before he could say it, the other person started to apologize.

Akashi: "Have you received the gift for the May Festival? Oh, I mean those biscuits. I made an agreement with Jiu to keep it a secret, so I used the reason of group work... I am very sorry, I came up with this idea, and I hope you Don't blame Jiu."

Wutiaowu: "..."

hum.

He realized something immediately.

As if a thunderbolt fell from the sky, Gojo Wu was split into black and white, and he was stunned.

"Wait, you mean, those cookies were made just for me?"

"Yes, Jiu borrowed my house for practice, I'm very sorry for deceiving you." Akashi's point is not here, "Well, although it's a little too far away, I still want to ask——Has Jiu's fever gone?

"He doesn't seem to be feeling well today, and he didn't answer the phone call just now."

Gojo Gojo sat up with a bang, "What did you say?"

Akashi: "Have you answered my call for a long time?"

"No, last sentence."

Akashi hesitated for a moment, "Has Jiu's fever subsided, he doesn't seem to be feeling well today?"

Gojo Satoru let out a long breath, his heart was beating like it was going to explode, he gritted his teeth and said decisively.

"Now, all, tell me."

"Where did you go today, what did you do, and—"

"What happened for a long time!?"

The voice on the phone was buzzing, but Master Wutiao didn't hear a word.

The storm of emotions surged to the brim, and there was only one sentence left in his mind.

... Fuck.

My cat!

The author has something to say: Because it feels better to read it together, so today's six thousand together has one update, surprise or surprise

Let us congratulate Master Wutiao for his launch of the Shura Field (applause