I am the sick and weak sister of 5T5

The chicken legs... were snatched away!

Tears swirled in her eyes, the little guy bit her lip, and it took a lot of effort to hold back the tears. Just when she was about to throw it away and bury it in the arms of Jia Jianzi for comfort, a roasted dog suddenly came to her mouth. drumstick.

She looked up in a daze, and Gojo Wu was holding a bitten chicken leg and feeding it to her lips, and said with a smile, "Don't be angry, my brother was just helping you taste it."

“Not bad ha”

The little guy's face was swollen like a steamed bun, he pushed Gojo Wu's hand away, turned around and buried himself in Jiarui's arms, and rubbed her dependently.

"Wu, you're going too far." Jia Ruozi hugged the little guy in his arms, glanced at Wujo Wu, whose mouth was slightly curled up, patted the little guy's back with his hand, and walked to the long table to sit down with her in his arms.

Jia Ruozi picked up the plate on the table, picked out a string of mutton that was not badly roasted and put it in front of her, and said lazily, "Eat it, Wu will definitely not snatch it from you this time."

The little guy looked at the meat in front of him, and suddenly lost his desire to eat. She didn't like human food very much, of course, sweets were not included. Pushing the plate away with her little hand, she picked up a piece of melon and fruit listlessly and took a bite. Bite up.

After noticing this scene, others cast condemning glances at Gojo Satoru.

If Gojo Satoru hadn't noticed this, he would have fished in his pocket for a long time and finally took out something, walked to the little guy, pulled out the chair and sat down, and then mysteriously stretched out his hand in front of the little guy.

The clenched fist slowly opened under her sight, revealing the small wooden puppet lying in the palm, and a hint of curse breath diffused out instantly, attracting curious gazes from others.

"?" Rin's eyes widened suddenly, and he was stunned for a few seconds before he could react. He put down the melon and fruit in his hand, carefully picked up the wooden puppet in his palm, and looked at it carefully. It was very uncomfortable to touch, and there was a strong curse breath.

"This gift for you, others don't have it." Gojo Satoru waited expectantly for his younger sister to rush up to kiss and hug her.

Others: ...Thank you so much, they don't need this kind of thing.

"Like it?"

"Yeah!" The little guy fell in love with this wooden puppet at first glance. Although it was a bit ugly, the curse was very powerful, and the smell was not disgusting. Entering Gojo Satoru's arms, raised his head and kissed him on the chin.

Gojo Satoshi smiled complacently: The little guy is so cute.

Leaning in his arms, Rin solemnly put away the wooden puppet. She would never swallow the curse inside. After all, it was a gift from Brother Smelly, so she had to find a box to put it in.

When the little guy didn't realize it, Gojo Satoru quietly took the hat off her head, fiddled with her hair with his big hands, with a usual smile on his face, and changed the subject: "Rin, why are you wearing it? Wearing a hat? Don't you like the new hairstyle I cut for you?"

“Obviously very nice”

"..." The smile on the little guy's face froze, he hugged the wooden puppet in his arms tightly, his shoulders slumped listlessly, he didn't even intend to snatch his hat back, and he turned his back silently and didn't want to pay any attention to the smelly brother.

Sure enough, Gojo Satoru would feel uncomfortable if he didn't make his sister cry for a day.

One second he was making people happy, and the next second he was hitting them hard.

At this time, Gou Juanji couldn't see it anymore. After losing the bet with others, he walked up to the little guy with a plate in his hand and asked, "Big mustard?"

The little guy looked up at him, then threw himself into the dog's arms silently, and said coquettishly, "I want to eat roasted chicken legs."

"Salmon." The dog curly spine nodded, hugged the little guy and gestured to Gojo Satoru, then led her to the grill, preparing to roast a chicken leg for her himself.

"Ha, my sister ran away." Jiarui Nitzi sneered, leaned back on the chair and swayed, picked up the meat skewers on the table, bit his mouth, and complained lazily: "Your brother is too bad."

He is vicious and loves to bully his younger sister, so he will scare her away sooner or later.

Gojo Wuhu looked at her sideways, and said in a serious tone, "This is called brother's love for sister."

"Deep love."

"????" Jiarui Nitrozi's expression was slightly distorted, he took a bite of the meat skewer speechlessly, and decided to ignore this companion who had a convulsive head.

"Wu, do you need me to introduce you to a psychiatrist?"

"Thank you for your kindness, I'm fine"

Rin is sick.

In the early morning of the second day after the barbecue, Gojo Satoru slept until almost noon, then lazily opened his eyes, turned over and looked at the little guy who had rolled to the edge of the bed at some point, seeing that she was about to fall , reached out and grabbed a handful.

As soon as he touched it, he felt the abnormal temperature on the little guy's body, which was so high that it was slightly hot.

The average normal human body temperature is 37°, if it exceeds 37, it is a fever, and if it is higher, it is a fever.

And the temperature of the little guy is estimated to be forty degrees, right?

Gojo Satoru turned over and bounced up, he didn't even bother to change his clothes, pursed his thin lips, picked up the little guy with a solemn expression, and ran straight to the medical room where his family was in the glass.

You had a good time last night, why did you suddenly get sick?

"A little indigestion."

"Forty degrees, I have a high fever."

Jiarui Nizi checked the temperature of the little guy's forehead with a thermometer, glanced at the temperature on his head, and said to the white-haired man who was sitting indoors with his upper body naked and not even wearing a blindfold.

"I'll prescribe some antipyretics for her first, and you'll feed her later." Jia Ruozi took out the medicines from the cabinet while talking, and reminded: "Rin is not a human being, and antipyretics may not be effective for her. "

"I dare not use the reversal technique on her. If there is anything wrong, you can bring her to me again."

"However, the cause of this fever is unknown, so you should pay more attention recently."

"It's probably a residual sequelae from that time."

indigestion?

The little guy didn't eat much last night, but he ate a lot of sweets and fruits.

However, this cannot be related to high fever, it should be due to other unknown reasons.

Gojo Satoru wondered for a moment why the little guy got sick.

After returning to the room, Gojo Satoru looked at the little guy's blushing face, took out his phone and started searching for how to take care of the sick baby.

The little guy didn't sleep well. After lying down for a while, fine beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead. He tossed and turned from time to time, and the quilt on his body was kicked off the bed by her.

Wujo Gojo smiled suddenly, put down his phone and lay down next to the little guy, went over her and picked up the quilt on the ground and covered her again, with his big hands on her body, holding her down to prevent her from moving.

"Sleep well."

It's fine when you wake up.

He used to get sick like this, the little guy must be like him

Dream

Rin stood in the dark field, surrounded by clouds of black mist.

These are the remaining powers after the curse was disintegrated, because she absorbed too much at once, she... held on.

The indigestible power remained in the domain instead of directly becoming a nutrient like swallowing a spell. Her body's metabolism was still a little behind, so she fell ill.

The little guy tilted his head to look at these forces, tapped his index finger on his chin, and suddenly an idea popped up in his brain.

Her high fever came and went quickly.

It seemed that it was only an hour or two, Gojo Satoru just turned around and went to the bathroom, and when he came out again, he saw the little guy woke up.

There was also a suspicious mantra-filled object lying on the bed, a bit similar to a mantra, and it seemed to be about fifty centimeters high.

The little guy was concentrating on rubbing the black object in his hand, and then placed it on the body of the curse spirit, stretching it slightly, and it became a hand in a blink of an eye.

……

Two long limbs and two short limbs feel asymmetrical no matter how you look at them.

Gojo Satoru stood behind her for a long time, watching with his own eyes the magic power taking shape in her hands, turning into a strange looking magic spirit.

No, it shouldn't be called a curse spirit.

This is not Shikigami either.

What the hell is it?

He felt a strong curse power from this object, but it didn't carry the breath of a curse spirit, it was just like a puppet condensed from a mass of power.

So, is this the power of the little guy?

Obtain power from the curse, and then condense the doll with power?

After the puppet was finished, the little guy took a deep breath, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and when he turned around, he was suddenly startled by Gojo Satoru behind him.

Gojo Satoru lowered his head and smiled softly, stretched out his hand to poke the puppet's body, and saw his index finger passing through the puppet's body, as if touching a ball of soft pudding, the touch was not very good.

"What is this? For me?"

He wanted to catch the doll, but his hands couldn't really touch the doll, so he couldn't catch it.

"Um"

The little guy seemed to hesitate.

Seeing her embarrassed expression, Gojo Satoru suddenly looked sad, and almost held his heart and wailed: "Rin, isn't this a gift for brother?"

"It's kind of ugly, but if it's a gift from Rin, I'll cherish it."

"........."

Seeing Wujo Satoru's appearance, the little guy rolled his eyes, and after a groan, he held his index finger with one hand, and the doll's hand with the other, gently letting both hands touch together, while her hand Hold them tight.

A warm force continuously entered their hands, establishing a solid connection for each of them.

The moment he succeeded, a puppet appeared in Gojo Satoru's brain, which was exactly the same as the one in front of him.

"This is?"

The little guy tilted his head and frowned and thought for a long time before nodding his head firmly and saying, "Curse bones!"

It is a bit similar to the curse skeleton, but there are a few differences.

Curse skeleton?

Maybe, he can try to control this puppet?

"Want to dance and see?"

After the words fell, the puppet who was lying on the pillow suddenly stood up, and under Gojo Satoru's order, it started to twitch slowly.

Just ...

The dancing posture is a little hot on the eyes.

The little guy looked sideways at Brother Smelly beside him, and slowly raised his hands to cover his eyes. She couldn't look directly at this kind of dance with hot eyes, but Gojo Satoru watched it with great interest.

"Hey, is this the style that will follow the master?" Wujo Satoru stroked his chin, and various thoughts began to emerge in his brain.

As soon as his thoughts moved, the puppet that was struggling to dance stopped, then jumped to the table to pick up a chocolate ball, tore off the outer paper bag, and stuffed it into its mouth.

He could even see the chocolate ball slide down the puppet's mouth into the stomach, and then... excreted.

A whole chocolate ball.

"........."

"........."

Brother Smelly can't be allowed to continue messing around.

The little guy couldn't look directly at him, so he quickly took Wujo Wu's hand and said solemnly:

"Name it!"

"What's the name?"

Gojo Satoru thought about it seriously.

"Let's call it Xiao Lin-chan!"

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