Mr. Fu Hei doesn't think so

Gojo Satoru's waywardness is quite annoying.

If there is a selection, it will definitely be undisputedly ranked No. 1 in the magic world, regardless of whether it is the enemy or the enemy.

And what makes people desperate is that because this guy has the strength to act recklessly, he has been difficult to deal with almost every day since he was a child.

Especially for some small things in daily life, if you make up your mind, you will do it immediately, which is unique in terms of irritating people and making pranks.

Of course Gojo Satoru refused to leave.

Such an interesting scene has never been seen once in nine years in my previous life, and whoever leaves will lose for the rest of his life.

There is no other meaning in sending the photos to Shier. The first reason is that watching the excitement is not a big deal.

And the second reason... is related to Eri.

In the life of colleagues who met each other and hated each other, Gojo Satoru was keenly aware of Fu Heisher's weakness.

——Although Juling Eili doesn't have offensive spells, she can beat that Heaven and Tyrant to death.

To put it simply, as long as the favorability of Juling Huili is reached, Fu Heisher will be sealed.

But despite this, Wujo Satoru's credibility and favorability with Eili are extremely low.

After all, the curse spirit is the product of negative emotions, especially the curse born in the name of love, which is often the most distorted.

Don't think that Eili is so normal now, it's just because she didn't touch her bottom line.

After becoming a curse, the most obvious feature is that the morality and three views of normal human beings are broken and reversed.

No matter how gentle it is in life, the curse spirit will use the [factor] that makes itself a curse as the highest order of action.

For Huili, her identity is wife and mother, and Fu Hei and his son are her bottom line.

Wujo Satoru, who once killed Shier and almost made his own son an orphan, was undoubtedly hated by Eri.

It's just that later, because of Kei's disgusting but extremely firm trust in Gojo Satoru, Eri weakened her hostility. After observing for a long time, reluctantly because the other party did provide stable and effective help, she chose to maintain the most basic mutual relationship with her. Non-interfering attitude of normal human communication.

From this point, it can be concluded that as long as Fu Heihui's favorability is achieved, it is equivalent to controlling the curse spirit Huili.Although Hui is very compliant to his mother in most cases, if he remains firm in major matters, Eri will follow him in turn.

Um?As for Shir's opinion?

—No, that's not important.

The idiot who gave up on himself and almost killed himself and has to rely on his son to support him has no right to speak.

Inferred in this way, the order of the family status of the Fuhei family is clear at a glance.

So Gojo Satoru didn't panic at all.

He thinks that he is Hui's reliable and trustworthy object, and because of [memory] and his conclusion about Hui's abnormality in this life, he doesn't worry about Hui's favorability towards him at all.

After all, it's my Xiaohui!

Although the guardianship right is not in my hands now, hey, it makes me uncomfortable to think about it... But it is my family's Xiaohui after all.

Gojo Satoru is now thinking about trying to win Eri's favor.

Trying to sneak into the top of the Fuhei family's food chain with a little bit of scheming, and then openly overwhelm his hated Fuheshier.

And obviously.

If you don't tell the couple about Hui Rare's cute appearance, Kaling Eri will definitely be angry because she didn't see the cute appearance of her baby son and didn't take a precious photo.

Instead, tell them and avoid it.

You can also watch the fun.

You can also use words to stimulate Shi Er.

Why not do it! !

As for Kei's opinion...?

Gojo Satoru: I am the strongest, hot and spicy teacher who everyone loves!Xiaohui will not break up with me because of this matter.

He's an almost perfect bastard except for his terrible personality.

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"May I ask what this guest wants to eat..."

Gritting his teeth, his expression wished he could pick him up and throw him out.

Fu Heihui and Wujo Wu were at a stalemate, and finally Hui pushed the person out with a cold face on the grounds that he would not jump the queue. After 1 minute, the name was justified, and under the eyes of others who wanted to tear him off, he walked in again with brisk steps.

This has got to be the toughest guest ever.

Don't want others to order for him, step on the bottom line of being kicked out, and use one mouth to piss everyone else off.

For the mental health problems of his classmates, Fu Heihui finally took over the job of taking care of this troublesome customer with a bad face.

"As long as it is Xiaohui's order, I like everything!"

The white-haired man who turned his face faster than a book was sitting in a western dining chair that was a bit cramped for his body type.

He propped his face with both hands, completely ignoring the menu on the table and the sour and angry eyes of the idiots around him, and said in a JK-like tone:

"Also, the name [this guest] is too unfamiliar, isn't it? Isn't there a more, more, more gentle and lovely name?"

Gojo Satoru was full of anticipation: "It's like Master Dana, Anada, ah! If it's a western theme, it really is Darling, right?"

Fu Heihui took a deep breath.

calm.

can not fight.

You can't beat this guy, and you'll ruin the restaurant.

Gojo Satoru: "Come on, come on, come on..."

Fu Heihui: "..."

"Speaking of which, what is that piece on your neck? Glass?"

Fu Heihui: "..."

"They actually brought you this kind of cheap glass to make ornaments." Gojo Satoru didn't need to answer, anyway, Liushou knew it at a glance, and he smiled heartbrokenly, "I'm wronged to favor you! Mr. Gojo will buy you a piece that is worthy Take your emerald."

"No, yes, grievance, aggrieved!! And I don't need it, it's just a requirement of class activities..."

"Ah, sure enough, Hui, you don't need to wear tight-fitting sweatpants under such a long skirt. The style doesn't match at all. It's so unprofessional."

The white-haired man, who had completely figured it out, didn't wait for Hui to finish speaking, and suddenly bent down curiously, lifted a small corner of Fu Heihui's wide skirt that stretched up to her feet, and aimed at it from an angle that only he could see. He glanced at it, then sighed in disappointment.

Fu Heihui: ...?

Akashi Seijuro, who had been frowning for a long time, twitched his eyelids.

This is called hooliganism, right?

No, just playing hooligans.

Although Hui is a boy, and he is wearing pants under the skirt, but I have to say that this kind of picture is so bad that people can't help but take out their mobile phones to call the police.

Akashi stood up abruptly, and strode over there with an unhappy expression, "Hey, I said that gentleman..."

boom--! ! !

Fu Heihui's endurance was pushed to the limit little by little, and his nerves broke the moment his skirt was lifted.

His face was frighteningly dark, and before Akashi's words came out, he had already picked up the table knife with his backhand, held it viciously, and stabbed it vertically into the table.

Definitely got the spell.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have pierced through the table so smoothly, even the blade was almost completely submerged in it.

The others were startled by the movement here, especially Akashi who was about to come over, his expression froze.

They all looked at the table knife on Gojo Satoru's table with almost only the handle left.

A dead silence.

Someone swallowed their saliva.

...That is a thickened wooden table!

How could a small table knife pierce through so easily... What a lot of strength! ?

Everyone looked at Fu Heihui's very slender arm that was blocked by the sleeve, and then at the small table knife. Their expressions were indescribable, and their eyes kept moving back and forth between the two.

"Okay, I see. I want fruit juice and seafood fried rice, right? No problem, please wait a moment."

Fu Heihui straightened up slowly with a blank expression on his face, he patted his skirt, his face was covered with a shadow, and then picked up the menu on the desktop.

Then he turned his head and looked at Akashi Seijuro: "Sorry, I scared you, don't worry, I will take care of it."

After Fu Heihui finished speaking, he walked quickly into the kitchen. He patted the shoulder of Qiu Shan, who was wearing a deacon uniform and came from a family of catering, and temporarily took over the other's seat.

When Akiyama was shocked and thought, "Who is that guy, Fuhei-kun's parents? But he doesn't look like that at all! Why would Fuhei-kun cook for him himself?"

Fu Heihui directly sprinkled two handfuls of ginger, one tablespoon of chili powder and double the amount of salt into the fried rice.

Akiyama: "..."

Fried rice served well.

Then I squeezed a large glass of bitter gourd juice and mixed it into the juice at a ratio of 4:1.

Akiyama-san, who witnessed everything, fell silent.

She swallowed her saliva, as if from the pair of devil horns on Fu Heihui's head at that moment.

"Please use."

Fu Heihui took the tray and placed the fried rice and fruit juice heavily in front of Gojo Satoru.

Then he stood there, staring at him blankly.

Gojo Satoru: ...

Gojo Satoru looked at the conspicuous ginger and bright red chili noodles in the fried rice, and fell silent.

"Jiang, isn't that too much...? Xiaohui?" He tremblingly and cautiously raised his hand to test.

"Ginger is delicious, I highly recommend it." Fu Hei Hui sticks to read, "Please be sure to finish eating, after all, it is very bad behavior to waste food."

After finishing speaking, he continued to stare blankly.

Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand, "Is there a service to write on it with ketchup?"

No.

They are not the maid cafes in Japan that are mainly open to otaku, this is a western court restaurant.

But Fu Heihui turned his head without saying a word, went to the kitchen and took out a bottle of ketchup, and wrote the word "bastard" on the other side's fried rice.

Oh, as expected, teasing Kei is the most fun.

Gojo Satoru, who had been quite wicked in his previous life, finally picked up the spoon with a smile on his face. Although he could tell at a glance that it was full of Kei's revenge, he still stuffed a mouthful of fried rice out of curiosity.

Then he regretted it.

And fully understand what is called curiosity killed the cat.

so spicy--! ! !

It was as if a hundred firecrackers were set off by Fu Heisher and crackled, and then a group of Fu Heisher's mocking faces floated past, bringing along a cart of rotten oranges with a foul smell.

It didn't taste like rice at all!

The mouthful is filled with the taste of chili noodles and ginger, but the sweet and sour tomato sauce makes the spiciness and ginger more prominent.

Taking a deep breath, Gojo Satoru suddenly picked up the juice on the table and took a gulp.

"puff--"

Juice mixed with bitter melon juice is tantamount to poisoning Gojo Satoru, a severe sweet party.

Fukui Hui, who knows what Gojo Satoru likes, also knows what the other party dislikes.

Gojo Wu, killed in battle.

Before he died, he left a sad and unbelievable last word: "Don't worry, my dear... Even if you cruelly poison the handsome and reliable Mr. Gojo, you are still the cutest Xiaohui in my heart, and I will watch it in heaven." your……"

Fu Heihui groaned in disgust in his heart, and immediately lost all sense of accomplishment.

Gojo Satoru is better at acting, he is shameless and open-minded.

"Oh, hurry up, go to hell, I, collect the body..."

Eili's mother's voice sounded faintly from behind Hui.

Hui froze for a moment, then turned her head, the mana spirit Eili who had just emerged from the shadows, relying on the fact that ordinary people couldn't see her, came out openly, staring coldly at Wujo Wu, who was pretending to be dead.

when was mom here?

Fu Heihui suddenly had a bad premonition, he lowered his head, and saw Fu Heisher who was dragged by Huili's mother and was still in the shadow.

"..."

and many more.

From this angle——

"What pants to wear with a skirt."

Fu Heisher, who was in the shadow of the ground, stroked his chin and looked up, with a regretful and disgusted expression, and finally compared this sentence.

Fu Heihui: "..."

All of you who belong to the scum and bastard family must look at people's skirts, right?

Fortunately, Huili's mother didn't directly pull his father out, Fu Heihui didn't want to turn into a living person out of thin air and then falter and make excuses for a long time.

Hui vigorously pulled Gojo Satoru's two arms, and dragged the heavy white-haired man into the lounge, with an expression of intending to destroy the corpse:

"Deputy squad leader! It's almost time to change shifts, can I leave work early?"

"...Will you please?" The deputy squad leader hesitated to speak.

"Thank you."

The locker room door slammed shut.

Because the locker room has two entrances, Fu Heihui locked both ends.

Hui let go of his hand and let Gojo Goku lay dead, and even Shi Er was pulled out from the shadow by Hui Li.

Fu Heisher didn't care about Wujo Wu at all, he immediately leaned forward and bent down, looking at his son thoughtfully.

Gee.

Hui repaired her face and wore a wig, which somehow resembles Eri.

At this time, Fu Heisher suddenly discovered that he seemed to want a daughter who looked like Eili more than a son who looked like himself.

But it seems that there is no way to stuff his own cubs back and rebuild it again.

Shi Er reluctantly changed his mind:

"Do you think there are any gender-changing techniques in this world?"

Hui's eyes immediately died.

He knew that his father's jerk couldn't speak anything human.

"I suggest that you and Ms. Eili have a new birth. Although I don't know if you can overcome reproductive isolation, please do your best! Leave it to me!"

Gojo Satoru immediately stood up and dragged Hui over.

Shi Er squinted his eyes and dragged him back: "You were just fooled by Hui's ginger rice? Who will give it to you? Speaking of which, you just lifted my son's skirt, right? Are you a pervert?"

"It doesn't matter if the father wants to turn his son into a daughter or not, but I'm different. No matter what Megumi is, I like it so much. So, Megumi, run away from this guy now. Here, the key to my house in Tokyo. It's all ready."

Eri returned to her original form and slammed Wujo Satoru on the head.

Unlimited blocked.

But Kei was also taken away by Eri's mother.

Huili hugged her son and hid behind Shier, with a fierce expression on her face: "Abduct someone's child face to face, and your head will be hammered off."

"Speaking of which, did you take Hui's photo?" Shi Er relaxed, "Delete it for me."

"I don't want it." Wujo Wujian went back, "Why do you ask me to delete the photos I took with my ability?" His mobile phone in this life has no memory of Xiaohui's growth photo album in his previous life. He has been sore in his dreams for a long time, okay? It's easy to take cute and memorable photos, and only fools will delete them.

Two big, muscular men were at war.

Mother Eri didn't care about the struggle between men at all.

She hugged her precious child to a corner, then rubbed her face with joy, and was hugged tightly again by the obedient Hui Keai.

My baby is so cute.

She's super cute no matter what she wears.

Eri accepted it quite well.

After all, she is a character who bought Hui a bunch of animal suits such as birds, sheep, small dinosaurs, and cats when he was one year old, and is keen on dressing up children.

If he hadn't passed away early, he would probably try to wear a small skirt for his cute child who grew up when he was young.

In short.

Fu Heihui was the only one who didn't struggle at all with Huili's mother.

It's just a photo, as long as mom is happy.

That's the difference.

So when Eri's mother held the camera and asked expectantly, Megumi just grabbed the skirt awkwardly and nodded with red ears.

He didn't know how to pose, so he stood stiffly in place and looked away.

But that's enough.

Rather, the effect is lore.

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At Huili's request.

For the rest of the Teiko Festival time, Shi Er took his camera and took pictures of the activities of their son who had changed his clothes.

The picture is very indescribable.

On the left is the black-haired and blue-eyed Fuheshier who looks similar to himself, has exaggerated muscles, and wears fighting clothes. He doesn't look like a good guy.

On the right is the white-haired, amazingly tall, typical inverted triangle figure, Gojo Satoru with a strong sense of presence wearing a blindfold.

In the middle is the slender Fu Heihui.

Because Eri's mother wanted to take pictures of Megumi playing at the Teiko Festival, Fukuro Megumi couldn't stand still, so he went to the shooting department with a slumped face to play a shooting game, under the expression of the other minister almost crying I only picked a pair of black and white dog mobile phone ornaments from a pile of trophies.

Then I went to the Animal Love Club to feed pigeons, rabbits, and cats. Fu Heihui, who was surrounded by small animals just squatting there, received the favor of all the small animals.

but.

He was just very uncomfortable, his eyes were lost, and his expression was numb all the time.

You know what it's like to be followed by two muscular gorillas who take pictures of him in all kinds of weird angles, even hurt each other, and kick each other from time to time?

Fu Heihui: Thank you for the invitation. In short, bathed in the awe of passers-by, I wish I could die on the spot.