My breeder is the strongest

——What is the experience of becoming a pre-conjurer?

Knotweed Yuhito: I have no experience.

Except that there are fewer classmates, the teacher is self-willed and beaten every day, and the school is so hard to find, it seems to be no different from ordinary junior high schools.

Even, they are a little more famous than ordinary middle schools, and they have their own exclusive accounts on Twitter.

On the second day of Knotabazu Yuhito's enrollment, Mr. Gojo took them to Harajuku to pick up the last person in the first grade, Nagasaki-san, who has dyed reddish-brown short hair.

In front of the station, the girl glanced at the three of them and stopped unnaturally.

"Let's talk." Nagasaki Ye Qianwei complained mercilessly, "Why are you wearing a strange eyepatch, teacher, and there is a cat lying on top of your head? Is it a shikigami?"

Hearing this question, the other two trembled, and tacitly stopped talking—while rushing to answer in their hearts.

Fu Heihui: "No, it's her boyfriend."

Knotabagi Yuhito: "No, it's her boyfriend."

A few seconds later, Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his mouth happily,

Gojo Satoru: "No, it's a boyfriend~"

Nagasaki Wild Rose: "...???"

The first time is raw, the second time is familiar, and the third time is almost used to it.

Yuzu Yujin even added very considerately, "Just look at it, don't touch it."

Nagasaki Wild Rose: "???"

"What?" Gojo Satoru protested, "Teacher, am I such a stingy person?"

Fu Heihui was expressionless: "Then, for this mission, seniors—"

Gojo Satoru smiled: "It's impossible, Megumi, don't even think about it."

The trio: "..."

As expected of you, the internationally renowned double standard.

The life of Gaozhuan is busy and fulfilling. Although he is often beaten up by Mr. Wutiao in the name of "practical training" or thrown into the pile of curse spirits, he will always be healed by Mr. Xia You's small gift after returning.

Then in the theoretical class afterwards, I was overwhelmed by homework, and the result of not being able to do it was a new round of "practical training".

Knotweed Yuren: "..."

For some reason, he felt as if he had been tricked, but he couldn't find any evidence.

Half a month passed in a flash, and I fell asleep every day when I was so tired that I touched the bed, but when I opened my eyes the next morning, I felt surprisingly good.

--why?

Yuzu Yujin raised his arms, opened his palms, and was slightly dazed.

Sitting down with a butt on the face and a hairy tail.

Knotweed Yuren: "Ah cough! Bah, bah—— bah!!"

When did it appear! ?

I don't know when it appeared, and there is also the super great, handsome, and strongest teacher Wujo next to the bed.

"Yo, Yuren." Gojo Satoru waved his hand, "Since you're awake, get up and do the teacher a favor!"

Seiyu Supermarket, Setagaya District, Tokyo.

Gojo Satoru squatted down to pick out the products on the shelves, and Gojojiu kept his childlike appearance and was held in his arms.

She has soft short white hair, ice blue eyes, and a chubby little face. She is wearing yellow and fluffy bee overalls, with a pair of white non-woven wings standing on her back.

The child seemed to have no bones, limply slumped on his shoulders, his short arms drooping, his eyelids fighting until the roller gurgled across the ground.

Knotaba Yuhito pushed a shopping cart from the side aisle, "Teacher——"

The moment he saw the child in Gojo Satoru's arms, the voice stopped abruptly.

Hu Zhang Youren was stunned: "Illegitimate, illegitimate child?"

Gojo Satoru:?

"Oh." He reacted, "It's been a long time since you've seen someone like this? It sounds like I haven't officially introduced you yet..."

Gojo Satoru took the child down, but Gojo didn't stand still for a long time, his legs were limp and his buttocks sat on the ground, with his hands propped between his legs.

Gojo Satoru: "This is Gojojiu, the white Persian cat that is the mascot of Jugao on Twitter, and your emergency responders."

Gojojiu tilted his head, a pair of white cat ears shook out from the top of his head, and said intermittently.

"Yu... Ren, morning, good."

Knotweed Yuren: "..."

His hands subconsciously touched his chest.

Heart, heart beats so fast!

When Gojo Satoru asked him to help, Knotaba Yuhito didn't think about it at all, the help was to take care of the children.

How to put it, I feel that the style of painting is fundamentally inconsistent.

But that's how it happened.

But also subtle harmony.

Wujo Satoru held Wujojiu in one hand, picked up the vegetable puree on the shelf with the other hand, turned it around with one hand, and stared at the ingredient list like he was staring at the finger of Su Nuo he ate that day. think.

"Well, this brand..."

Gojojiu pushed it away, turned around and grabbed Wujo Wu's neck, muttering.

"Wu, don't eat this."

"No." Gojo Wu raised his eyebrows, "Picky eaters don't grow tall."

Gojojiu puffed up his face—reached out and pulled his face.

One of the strongest sorcerers in the magic world. The current head of Gojo Patriarch. The man who shocked the whole magic world when he was born. Now facing the Great Demon King Gojo, he is weak, pitiful and helpless.

"It hurts, hurts, hurts, long time, let go."

Knotweed Yuren: "..."

Gojo Satoru paused, then turned his head and said, "What are you looking at me for?"

Yuzu Yujin scratched his head, "No... just..."

Just a little surprised.

Mr. Wujo can actually take care of people.

Gojo Satoru heard the voice of his words.

"Oh, haven't I always been so gentle and considerate?"

Knotabagi Youruhito shook his head quickly: "No, not at all."

What an amazing illusion.

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