When can the vests have a tea party?

So when Mikawa Ye came in, what he saw was Gojo Satoru feeding his younger sister with great interest.

The mother died when the younger sister was born.

Although he knew it was the curse spirit's fault, he inevitably resented this younger sister.At the beginning, he also imagined throwing her to the ground, but for some reason, when he was about to put it into action, the malice always disappeared, and it disappeared every time.

However, how can a non-artist be called a human being?

Since he is not a conjurer, he can just obediently be the air all the time, but it is really an eyesore to show up at a critical moment like his high school graduation.

Despite these malicious thoughts surging in his heart, Sanchuanye still put on a friendly smile and said, "It's hard for Wujo-kun to take care of sister-in-law."

The conversation between my father and Patriarch Wutiao went very well. He will soon be able to get the recommended quota and be promoted to a second-level conjurer. In addition, his father has established a good relationship, so he will definitely be assigned low-risk tasks as a priority.

"Who are you here?" Gojo Wutiao didn't raise his head, and continued his great cause of feeding with concentration.

Although he knew that Gojo Satoru was the strongest conjurer and always had his eyes above his head, but he didn't even know his own name, Mikawaba's face suddenly turned ugly.

This person must have embarrassed him on purpose.

Mikawa Nao sniffed a little, and sucked out the negative emotions on Brother Cheap.

After calming down, Sanchuanye thought that he had calmed down his mind. Considering Gojo Satoru's terrifying strength, he squeezed out a smile and introduced himself: "I am Sanchuanye. At the Kyoto sister school exchange meeting, we should have met passed."

"Oh, the people present at that time were too weak. There were too many winners, and I didn't remember their names." Gojo Satoru said lightly, and accurately stabbed Sanchuanye's self-esteem.

Gojo Satoru was entrusted by the Gojo family as a young master since he was a child, so he naturally didn't have the ability to take care of others. At this time, feeding Nao Mikawa was purely on a whim, just like a child playing house games.

Therefore, under his feeding, Mikawa Nao's small face and the front of his clothes were covered with a pile of rice grains and sauce.

In fact, Mikawa Nao really wanted to say that she would come by herself, but when she thought about this person's freewheeling personality, if she didn't give her delicious food directly, it was possible to ask her to remove the food on the spot.

Now that she is full, she can finally refuse to be fed.

She pushed the other's wrist to show her refusal.

However, Gojo Satoru misunderstood what she meant, thinking that it was because of Sanchuanye's arrival that she couldn't eat.

He still put down the spoon, finally raised his head, looked at San Chuanye, and said, "Are they done talking?"

It was obviously the same sloppy attitude as before, but it instantly gave Sanchuanye great oppression, so that he finally remembered the fear of being dominated by the opponent's terrifying power that swept the entire examination room during the exchange meeting.

He couldn't hold back, and took half a step back.

"Yes, they're done talking. Mr. Gojo wants you to go back with him." Finally, Mikawa Ye recovered his voice and said, a layer of cold sweat broke out behind his back.

Seeing his reaction, Gojo Satoru gave a light snort as if he lost interest, and only Nao Mikawa heard him mutter "weak chicken".

"Are you full?" Gojo Satoru lowered his head and pinched the girl's face.

Mikawa Nao nodded, looked up at him and asked, "Are you leaving?"

This feeling of being watched attentively by someone is not bad. The white-haired youth roughly ruffled the girl's hair and said, "I will come back to find you. It's rare to see someone as interesting as you..."

The following words disappeared in the breath, and he has already walked out of the room, looking more at ease than Mikawa Ye, like the owner of this mansion.

Nao Mikawa clutched her messy hair, followed him with her gaze, until the young man's tall back disappeared from her sight, then slowly lowered her eyes.

She thought, maybe it was possible, she had time-traveled into a drama.

Although he was calm on the surface, the villain in his heart was already pounding the table hard.

How can this be so? !

It's not her own fault, after all, Japanese and Chinese are still far behind. When she was watching dramas on a pink icon on her mobile phone, she still watched Chinese subtitles.Later, I suddenly traveled over and learned Japanese from scratch.

If she hadn't met Gojo Satoru, a character with a very distinctive personality and attire, she might not have imagined that this is a Two-dimensional world after staying in Sanchuan's house for a few more years.

What's even more bald is that this series was still being serialized before she crossed over.

Gojo Satoru now looks like a student, but in her memory, the opponent at the beginning of the animation is already a teacher who has been familiar with it for many years.

In other words, in the next ten years, she will not be able to take advantage of the plot to exploit loopholes for herself and seek a better life for herself.

Nao sat back at the table, the delicate girl like a doll leaned on her chin and sighed like a little adult.

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To Nao's surprise, Patriarch Mikawa didn't intend to throw her back to the original yard.

He stared at this little daughter whom he had ignored since four years ago, and re-examined her value.

Although she was still young and wore old clothes that didn't fit her body, the girl had fair skin, beautiful features, and a pair of clear and clear warm orange eyes.From this little bit, we can get a glimpse of what the future will look like.

No wonder Gojo Satoru would do what he did before.

"You will live in this yard from now on," Patriarch Mikawa suddenly said in a gentle voice he hadn't heard since Nao was born, and patted her head.

Nao shivered in shock, goosebumps fell all over the floor.

After the initial shock, Patriarch Sanchuan felt a burst of joy instead.

What he thought was very simple, the child doesn't hold grudges, if he coaxes him a little bit, he will probably forget the cold treatment before, and he won't let him control him then.If the card of marriage is played well, and the most powerful Wujo family of the Yusan family is next to it, the status of the Sanchuan family will definitely rise.

"Since the person from the Wutiao family values ​​you so much, he can no longer disobey discipline as before. I will hire a special teacher for you later to teach you etiquette and posture." The head of the Sanchuan family issued a notice, "In the future, we must learn how to be with you. The one from the Gojo family gets along well, do you understand?"

Selling girls for glory?Nao showed the expression of an old man on the subway looking at his mobile phone, and the turmoil on his face quickly disappeared before the owner looked over, and he lowered his head.

Patriarch Sanchuan smiled with satisfaction.

At night, Nao was lying in the room warmed by the koto, with a thick and soft quilt under her body, and her nightdress was brand new and fitted.

In such a favorable environment, she couldn't fall asleep.

Tossing and turning, she raised her hand and looked at her thin fingers through the moonlight shining through the curtains.

Over the years, she has absorbed so many negative emotions like a bottomless pit. After the quantitative change has reached a certain level, she seems to know how to use it.

The angle of the moonlight by the window gradually changed over time, and Nao finally fell asleep slowly.

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So cold.

The wind is blowing, did you not close the door last night?

The quilt also seemed to be kicked off.

Nasu closed her eyes, stretched out her hands and groped for the quilt, but she was surprised that the hand felt wrong, and there was a rustling sound in her ears.

She opened her eyes suddenly, only to see a vast expanse of whiteness.

The snowflakes were still falling, and half of his body was already buried in the snow.

She hurriedly pulled her upper body out of the snow, when she heard someone beside her exclaim: "@#&()**@!￥!"

[Oh, there is actually a person lying here! ]

Nao saw a middle-aged man in a tattered jacket running over a few steps, and stopped beside her again.

The other party's beard was messed up, and he looked a little sallow and emaciated, with his hair tied back in a small knot.The rustling sound that Nao heard in her sleep just now came from his footsteps.

Another gust of cold wind blew, and Nao felt chilly all over his body. He looked down and saw that he was not wearing any clothes, and his body didn't seem to be the same.

Seeing this, the person in front of him chattered a lot, but Nao didn't understand a word.

Noticing Nasu's bewildered face, the middle-aged man took off his coat which was patched several times, put it on her body, stretched out his hand to her, and pulled her up.

Nao understood the meaning, wrapped the coat around her body, and stood up, the coat that the middle-aged man kindly gave was draped down to 'her' calf.

The two couldn't understand each other, the middle-aged man danced and made a series of gestures again, wanting to take her out of this place, Nao understood, nodded, and followed behind each other step by step.

This was the first attempt, and although she became him, it succeeded anyway.