Mr. Fu Hei doesn't think so

Since entering junior high school, Fu Heihui began to enter puberty gradually, but he started to develop a little later than his peers. For example, Qingfeng from the same school grew more than ten centimeters taller between the first and second grades, while he He Akashi is only now able to break through the 160 mark.

Therefore, compared with the 1.9 meters tall, single-digit body fat percentage, and muscular and beautiful white-haired adult man in front of him, his current height is obviously a lot smaller.

Hui put his arms around Wujo Wu's waist, and tightened his arms as if holding a doll. He lowered his head slightly, and retracted his entire face.

As long as Gojo Satoru lowered his head slightly, he could see the other person's black curly hair.

Eh?

what?

Because it was Megumi, he didn't dodge or open No Limit, but Wujo Satoru, who was thrown into his arms by surprise, went blank, and the blue eyes under the black eyepatch blinked several times dully.

After a while, I came back to my senses.

Gojo Satoru held his breath, as if being approached by an unloved little wild cat for the first time, he froze in place, motionless.

"!!!"

Help.

The strongest Mr. Conjurer only had these two words in his mind.

Hui has never acted like a baby to herself before!

there has never been! !

This is the first time!

Gojo Satoru, whose mind was full of exclamation points, didn't know where to put his hands.

Fu Heihui came back to his senses after a short impulsive moment, and the tips of his ears turned crimson.

But he didn't let go, just buried his head deeper.

……cute!

Considering himself a very reliable adult male, Gojo Satoru immediately came to his senses after a short period of blank thinking. The shame that was basically zero, or even non-existent, made him generously embrace him.

He simply hugged him back as he wished, with happy little white flowers all over his body messing up the boy's hair in his arms. If it wasn't for the black eyepatch that blocked his beautiful blue eyes, he might still be able to see the full Surprised fragments of starlight.

Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin against Kei's head, not caring at all that the other's upturned hair was tickling his face.

"Is this acting like a baby? Hey, Mr. Gojo is so touched. This is the first time in history! Hmm, it doesn't matter, Hui can hug you for as long as you want. The best teacher Gojo in the world is definitely welcome anytime!"

Fu Heihui, who was hugged in reverse, was completely nestled into the generous chest of an adult.

You can even hear the steady heartbeat.

Very warm and very reassuring.

[Remember, remember everything. ]

It's just a sentence.

[Trust me as before. ]

But in an instant, all the pressure was suddenly relieved.

He clearly said that he hoped that Fu Heihui would become stronger, at least not to be left behind by him, but he never forced him to grow up.

As a rare genius for conjurers and the holder of the ancestral spells of the Chanyuan family, Fu Heihui has been protected by Gojo Satoru since his last life.

The reason why he was able to spend a carefree childhood as an ordinary person in the last life and Tsumiji, and the reason why he was not approached by the Buddhist monks and high-level people in the magic circle, was all because of an extremely willful man who helped him. Block all coveted sight.

Gojo Satoru is the strongest.

I have accepted this cognition since I was a child, and Fukuroi, who watched Gojo Satoru from [a suspicious and irritating high school student to a high school teacher who is still irritating but at least calmer], also trusts and relies on it as a matter of course. looking at each other,

Even if Wujo Wu was sealed into the prison gate in the battle of Shibuya, Hui's subconscious thought that as long as Wujo Wu was rescued, all problems could be solved.

"...Thank you, Mr. Gojo."

Fu Heihui, who threw herself into the man's arms impulsively, opened her mouth muffledly with her blushing ears.

He pushed away the white-haired man's embrace, took two steps back, with thick and dense long black eyelashes drooping, his gaze quietly moved away, "Really...Thank you very much."

It doesn't matter if it's Shier's matter or Ju Ling Eili's matter.

There is even something about Miki Tsumi in the future.

Even if he does it all over again, Gojo Satoru still chooses to stand in front of him...even if he has to tolerate a Fuheshier who he dislikes so much.

Possess a [similar] who is stronger than Gojo Satoru.

For Fu Heihui, it was really important and a sense of security.

however.

Faced with Kei's heartfelt thanks, Gojo Satoru seemed to be more concerned about another matter.

"Huh!? Just give me a hug?"

The white-haired man taller than 1.9 meters still kept his hands open. His face was full of disappointment, and he protested excitedly:

"It's only been hugged for 13 seconds!"

Fu Heihui: "..." Did you still keep the timer?

Pursing her lips, Fu Heihui, whose cheeks were flushed, took a few steps back again.

He began to regret the impulse just now.

What to hug.

It was like a child... Thinking about it after being impulsive, it is really shameful.

Hui looked away and said fiercely: "Nah... forget about what happened just now."

"What! How can I forget this?" Gojo Satoru vetoed, "And I haven't taken a picture yet!! This is obviously the first time Kei acted like a baby to me, let's do it again!"

"I don't want to die."

"Don't do this, hug again, Megumi, do it again...!"

……

"Ah-"

Yokohama, Japan.

Fuheshier, who sneezed for the fourth time within a minute from the beginning, rubbed the tip of his nose strangely.

After Otoko Yuta was able to stabilize Lika, Eri, who was comforted by her son and returned to her husband, emerged from the shadows.

"Er?" Eili looked at him worriedly.

"Huh? It's okay, it's not a cold, don't worry, Huili, my body can't have that kind of trouble." Shi Er smiled, then frowned and rubbed his chin: "Could it be that white-haired hooligan? Are you speaking ill of me?"

"Shir!"

Eili stood up from the shadow, and patted her husband's arm.

"Yes... I see, I will work right away."

While being pushed away by Huili, Fu Heisher took out the photo from his pocket.

That was the goal of his mission.

Curses cannot be photographed electronically.

Correct.

Since it's a photo, it means Shier's work...is not about exorcising the curse.

It is the "human being" that Fuheshier is best at.

[Find him and kill the man in the photo if you can. PS: It must be determined that the brain is destroyed. ]

If Gojo Satoru hadn't personally sent a text message to say this, Fuheshier would have thought that he had returned to the days when he was a magician killer in the black market.

The photo is of a middle-aged man.

Not even a conjurer, just an ordinary person, unemployed—at least that's what the information on the surface says.

No matter how you look at it, it is not worthwhile for Gojo Satoru to push away all the work of exorcising the curse, and let the magician killer who is extremely good at dealing with curse masters and humans go all out to get rid of this person.

Shi Er couldn't figure out what Gojo Satoru meant. The only thing he could confirm was that the guy in the photo was definitely not as harmless as the information described.

As for what is noteworthy about the photo...

That is to say, there is an overly slender suture mark on the other party's forehead.

.

Tokyo, Gojo House.

"Speaking of which, when exactly is Mr. Gojo's memory?"

Fu Heihui, with red ears at the tips, stubbornly refused Gojo Gojo's pitiful request to hug again. He shied away for a long time before finally finding a chance to change the subject.

"I only recently discovered that my memory is not complete... Before the incident in Karuizawa, my memory only stayed at the battle in Shibuya in 2018, so I always thought I died in Shibuya."

As Fu Heihui spoke, he began to get serious:

"But no, I have a problem with my memory. What happened after Shibuya is completely disconnected. I can't remember it. Instead, it jumps directly to the scene before my death... Although it is also a bit confusing, I can be sure that it is When I was in my early 20s, I have no memory of being 15 or 20."

Wujo Wujo paused.

The black eyepatch concealed the flash of emotion in his eyes, but even so, his slashed face was hardened.

But the blink of an eye at that time, Gojo Satoru calmed down when Kei raised his head.

Hui was worried: "What happened after Shibuya? Is everyone okay? I seem to remember that I read the complete words of Buru..."

As expected, Fu Heihui was the first to worry about this matter.

Gojo Satoru sighed.

"It's okay, everyone is okay." Gojo Satoru raised his hand and rubbed the super idiot facing him who had a strong sense of sacrifice, "Yuren, Wild Rose, Maki, Ji, Yuta, Panda...everyone is okay .”

because.

You are the only one who has had an accident.

"Hmm... As for what happened after Shibuya." Gojo Satoru lengthened the ending, as if recalling something, pursed his lips, and then raised a smile: "I don't know either."

"..." Fu Heihui, who was still nervous, opened his eyes, "Huh!?"

"Oh, after all, I was sealed." Gojo Satoru had a good reason, "The thing about the prison gate is really troublesome, in fact, my memory only stays before Shibuya, and at most I added it after I came out of the seal. A little bit of trouble... But I can guarantee that everyone is safe and sound."

Fu Heihui narrowed his eyes and stared at him.

Gojo Satoru propped his cheeks with sincerity.

...Mr. Gojo should not lie about major matters.

"By the way, compared to those things!"

Gojo Satoru suddenly clasped his hands together and clapped his hands.

"Hui has been sleeping in this room for the past three days, right? How is it, is it exactly the same as before?"

Fu Heihui was taken aback by this changing rhythm, but after getting the answer he wanted, he still nodded in accordance with Gojo Satoru's words:

"It's better to say that because the overlap is too high, it makes people feel a little uncomfortable."

"It's all arranged by me." Gojo Satoru complacently said, "It's pretty good, isn't it?"

"What are you talking about... Anyway, that's it? Nothing special, except for the rest time, I don't stay here most of the time." Fu Heihui replied honestly: "After all, Senior Yi Bone's current level is a bit too bad. When using knives, the movements are full of flaws, and the seniors also lack a lot of theoretical knowledge, and I still have a lot to do."

"Hui, you're really serious." Wujo Satoru sighed, "If I become a teacher in a higher education institution in the future, I must be a very responsible one, and maybe I will be very popular with students."

"Although I haven't decided on my future plans yet." Fu Heihui thought for a while: "But if I were to be a teacher, I would probably be better than you in terms of professional concepts. I am more popular among students than I am." I also have a little more self-confidence than you."

"... Huh? Is this dislike?"

Gojo Satoru was struck by lightning immediately: "I am obviously a super popular and popular teacher! I am also very concerned about the daily life of the students. I know your living habits and clothing style very well. Look, the clothes in the closet are all I chose the best brands... Isn't it super considerate!"

The tall white-haired man said as he leaned over and opened the closet, pointing righteously at the clothes that were obviously moved inside, and then violently opened the small drawer.

"Even panties—huh?"

None of the underwear was opened.

"Hui, why didn't you wear it!!" Gojo Satoru suffered a bigger blow immediately,

"Who wants to wear it!!"

Fu Heihui suddenly became furious, "I went home to get it myself, but after all, what you bought are all strange patterns."

"Isn't it cute? Obviously the type that Kei would like..."

"I don't like it!! You clearly know that I am not as young as I look, right? This is clearly designed for children!"

Gojo Satoru tore open the package with a full face of grievance, and opened a pair of boxers with both hands, which were full of rabbit patterns, "There is no age limit, and Tsumiki bought you this before, even if you don't I like rabbits, and there are puppies and cats..."

"Shut up, that was my six year old thing, you stupid teacher—"

Fu Heihui rushed forward with red ears and snatched the boxer briefs: "And don't talk with your underwear on, it looks like a pervert!"