My breeder is the strongest

As a child, Gojo Satoru met a cat.

The most common Sanhua, born just at full term, can hardly walk steadily, with limp legs and trembling.

It had just rained, and the stone steps on the path were wet. He was wearing a dragonfly-patterned bathrobe, with his hands tucked into his sleeves, and he turned his head sideways to meet the same pair of wet cat eyes.

He turned around slightly, made a motion to bend his knees—and then.

The cat ran away.

Run super fast.

……what.

Gojo Satoru looked away, thinking so.

so weak.

"Enlightened? Enlightened?"

Wujo came back to his senses, Xia Youjie held the chopsticks and kept shaking them in front of his eyes.

"Did you hear that? I said for a long time that I want to go to that cosplay at night——"

"Oh." He interrupted before finishing listening, "Just go."

"...That's right." Wujo Wu slowly put a mouthful of rice into his mouth, and Tianwaiyoushen asked, "Jie, have you ever been confessed to by someone?"

Xia Youjie: "..."

An ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

Why are you asking this! ?

— Crisis, big crisis.

Ukiyo-e Town, home into the glass with Gojo for a long time to try on the kimono.

Even if you can use cosplay to fool you in the street, you can't go to an ordinary store to try on kimonos with too realistic tails and ears.

Fortunately, they have extraordinary friends to help them.

After learning about the situation on the phone, the human version of Nuragumi III thought for a moment, "Kimono? I see, you guys come to the old house first, and I will ask Bingli to take you to the Koi antique market."

He showed a smile of unknown meaning, "There is a nice shop over there."

All the passers-by trembled unconsciously, straightening their crooked heads.

Appeared, the black-bellied version of the third generation of human beings.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, his head flew up, and approached Yukiyue Bingli's ear, "Hey, look at the third generation—"

Bingli Xingyan held her face and waved her long sleeves covering her hands: "The third generation is so handsome in the daytime~~~"

The first one: "..."

Forget it, unable to communicate.

Bless yourself.

Half an hour later, Jiarui Nitzi and Wutiaojiu followed Bingli to the "nice shop".

Bingli actively introduced them, "This store is a time-honored store in Ukiyo-e Town. It has a unique style and a long history. It can also give random buff (curse) effects. The clothes of the Nuliang group are all custom-made here~ "

"Oh." Jiarui Glass nodded in agreement, raised his head, and froze.

The old-fashioned slanted roof is covered with a spliced ​​blanket of strange colors, the edges are worn open, and traces of an unknown dark red liquid are left on the wall. It is clearly broad daylight, but the paper sliding door is bottomless, black paint A piece of paint reveals a gloomy atmosphere.

Jia Ruzi twitched the corners of his mouth: "Dare to ask... what kind of monster opened this 'nice' shop?"

Bingli covered her mouth and smiled lightly, "It's the mother-in-law."

Home into the glass: "..."

□ □ mother-in-law! ?Is it the mother-in-law she thought of?Is it the woman who likes to trick good-looking girls into painting, and then tear off their faces for collection? ?

——What are the clothes here made of? ?

Wujojiu was very excited, he tugged on the corner of Nitzu's clothes, "Gratia Nitzi——"

He wagged his tail and sniffed, "It's very fragrant here!"

Home into the glass: ... I hope it's not a broken head incense.

She had goose bumps all over her body, and was hesitating whether to go in, when her phone rang suddenly.

Home entry glass was taken aback, he took it out pretending to be calm, opened it and glanced at the screen.

Caller ID: Xia Youjie.

She answered the phone, and Xia Youjie's deep voice came from over there.

"Glass, it's not good." Xia Youjie said seriously, "Wu intends to confess."

Home into the nitro:? ? ?

□□grandmother's custom-made clothing room, Gojojiu and Bingli completely ignored the weird atmosphere around them, and were discussing enthusiastically with the three shopkeepers.

Jia Ruozi took three steps back, making sure no one was looking, covered the phone's microphone and said in a low voice.

"Why do you suddenly want to confess, are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Xia Youjie held his forehead, "I've known him for five years, and he wouldn't ask me anything for no reason. With Wu's ability to act, he can definitely do it."

Jia Ruozi had a headache, "What should we do now?"

"Can Jiu please ask Nuliang to take care of it first? We have to find a way to delay it." He said calmly, "At least, we must delay it until after tonight's float."

It never occurred to Jiarui Nizi that the most rebellious thing she did within a month of enrolling was not skipping class.

It is aboveboard to follow classmates.

"In other words, Wujo is not six eyes with a 360-degree viewing angle."

She looked at the high □□ clothes she hadn't changed yet, and questioned her soul.

"Are we really going to be undetected like this?"

"Don't worry, it's because of the six eyes that it won't be discovered."

With a wave of Xia Youjie's hand, a reptile-like curse spirit crawled out from the crack.

"When wearing sunglasses, Enlightenment recognizes people by the breath of the mantra. Of course, there will be more details in the short distance, but it will be blurred in the distance. In other words, as long as we change the mantra, like this."

The reptile mantra held his breath, and blew out an invisible mist of mantra power, covering the two of them respectively.

"It can change its mana state to pretend to be an ordinary human being." Xia Youjie took out a telescope from his pocket and handed one to Nitzi, "So as long as you stay away from it, you won't be noticed."

This equipment is too complete.

Jia Ruozi looked at the telescope in his hand, "You subdue this curse spirit..."

Xia Youjie added expressionlessly, "That's right, it's to deal with him."

Home into the glass: "..."

Good brother, just want to stab your ribs at any time.

Confession, confession, confession.

Isn't it just "I like you"-what's so hard to say?

The cat cub was snoring and snoring next to him, Gojo Satoru turned sideways, resting his hands on the back of his head, staring at Wujo Jiu's face, his thoughts began to empty.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again, he stretched out his hand, missed the kitten, stopped again, he lowered his head...

Gojo Satoru: ... Gan.

Really just can't say it.

It seemed that something had been sealed, and the four words lingered in his throat, but he couldn't say them.

--I like you.

Forget it.

Gojo Satoru gave up and turned over to lie down, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message to Nuliang Rikusheng.

- hey , have you ever confessed to someoneIs there any suggestion.

The other side replied in seconds, but only replied with a question mark.

-?

-Um, hello, did you find my friend's cell phone?

Wutiaowu: "..."

- Lao Tzu, that is, Gojo Wu.

- do you have any opinion

Gojo Satoru was doing something very unlike himself, even he felt so.

But he doesn't know why.

It's just that the body precedes the brain, wants to do it, and does it.

"Confession?" Ye Mozheng pondered for a moment, "First of all, we must confirm the other party's thoughts. Wait, Wu, haven't you handed in the last report?"

"Huh? Who do you want to confess to?" An Geji scratched her neck with her thumb, "That's really that guy's misfortune, misfortune, worse than the death penalty!?"

"My crows have a lot of shiny things." Ming Ming pointed out, "As long as you give me money, I can help you go."

After asking a lot, it turns out that there is not a single reliable guy in the high school.

The only reliable Jie can't ask.

Gojo Satoru turned on the phone, found Gojojiu's name in the address book, typed "I like you" letter by letter—and then quickly deleted it.

why?

He snapped the phone shut, thinking dejectedly.

Why can't you just say it?

Gojo Satoru's eyes fell on the recent contacts on the phone, and they slid down one by one.

In the distance, Kazuko picked up the binoculars—then, the little bit of sympathy for Gojo Satoru that had been raised just now disappeared.

"He, went in."

Nitro patted Xia Youjie and said expressionlessly.

"Nightclub."

Xia Youjie: "..."