I, the ancestor of COS, is prying the corner again today

Although Jay is good-looking, with a ball head and strange bangs, his personality is sometimes gentle and sometimes irritable, and he always uses positive attacks on him.

However, the feeling of partnering with him is too tacit and comfortable, the feeling is too comfortable when not talking about the truth, the feeling is too happy when playing, and the Xijiufu he feeds is too delicious...

If Jie was not a boy, and the big-breasted girl he liked, he must... wait, it seems possible, he saw a door to a new world?

Does it matter that Jay is a boy?

Is it important that Jay isn't a big boobed girl?

Gojo Satoru suddenly realized that none of these external factors could compare to the most important point that Jie is Jie!

Gojo Satoru, who finally realized this, suddenly became happy, and he wanted to share this great discovery with Jie!

It's a pity that I was stopped by the third elder.

"Master Xiaowu..."

"Get out of the way." Gojo Satoru looked impatient, "I have very important things to do."

"But!" The third elder suddenly raised his voice, "Master Xiaowu, if you don't have enough strength, can everything go as you wish?"

Gojo Satoru paused.

Tuesday, July 4.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Xia Youjie was lying on the bed, opening his eyes with difficulty, he slowly raised his arms, and groping for the frantically ringing alarm clock with his palms.

He originally wanted to turn off the alarm clock, but he didn't pay attention and used a little more effort. With a click, the alarm clock was crushed into scrap iron, and with another click, the scrap iron alarm clock slid into the garbage dump under the bedside table, splashing A large cloud of dust was raised.

Xia Youjie: "..."

After staring blankly for three seconds, Xia Youjie slowly withdrew his hand and slapped his face.

Last night, his heart was as hard as iron, he locked the windows, drew the curtains, closed the door and muted his cell phone. Exhausted physically and mentally, he just wanted to have a good sleep and resolutely not get involved in the disputes between the old and young ancestors of the Wutiao family. He doesn't have that kind of worldly desire, such as a close friend or a marriage proposal.

However, the gods refused to help him. Although he wanted to escape to the dream world, it is a talent to fall asleep when he touches the pillow. He doesn't have it.

He counted sheep until he was exhausted physically and mentally. The more he couldn't fall asleep, the more clearly the scenes during the day emerged in his mind.

It may be twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, or it may be one or two o'clock in the morning, Xia Youjie finally fell asleep as he wished.

In the end, his short sleep was still full of dreams, or the kind of dream that lasted for several hours without stopping, so that when he was woken up by the alarm clock, he felt a sense of comfort after half a full sleep Nothing, just full of exhaustion.

Recalling the impressive dream for a while, Xia Youjie's expression could not help but twist for a moment.

Do you know what he dreamed about?

Probably because the scene of the two cats demolishing the school and the dormitory yesterday afternoon was so profound that he couldn't forget it even though he was sleeping in a dream.

He first dreamed of a big cat, whose appearance was between a Ragdoll cat and a Maine Coon cat. It was pure white, with medium-long fur, a diamond face, and a pair of bright blue cat eyes. It was extremely beautiful.

Even Xia Youjie is the kind of person who likes small animals like cats, cats and dogs but never gets too close to or adopts them in order to avoid unnecessary troubles, and he also loses his helmet and disarms under the cat's various coquettishness.

He named the cat Wu, walked around it, made cat food with his own hands, and played with cat teasers with him. Even if the cat stepped on his chest and almost got angry, he still had to tell himself that this was the cat owner's treatment of him. Love.

This is the first half of the dream, although tired, but the heart is satisfied.

However, this beautiful dream didn't last long.

Xia Youjie made a mistake, and the cat that was focusing on milking his belly was replaced by another cat.

Although the cat was also a beautiful cat with blue eyes, but Xia Youjie had piercing eyes. At a glance, he could see that the cat was bigger than the Wu-chan he had fed before, and his hair was much longer than Wu-chan.

As soon as Wu-chan realized this, he broke in through the window and fought with this big beautiful cat who didn't know when it sneaked into the house. live.

Xia Youjie watched helplessly as they demolished his home after almost crushing him to death.

In the following time, Xia Youjie diligently cleaned up the mess, faced with the tit-for-tat rivalry between the two cats, and watched helplessly as the results he had managed to clean up collapsed again.His mind seemed to be covered with cat hair, and he kept cleaning up the mess for the cats.

When he was about to get angry out of a heart attack, Xia Youjie in his dream finally realized something was wrong.

Wait, he doesn't seem to have an apartment, does he?

Wait, he doesn't seem to have a cat, does he?

Wait, how could he have so much free time this day to spend time quietly with a cat. The two cats perform martial arts every day. The workload of a first-level conjurer is there, and he needs to do tasks.

At this moment, the alarm clock finally rang, saving Xia Youjie from the nightmare of being overwhelmed by cats.

Xia Youjie lay on the bed as if prostrated. It was clearly early spring weather. When he woke up, he was covered in cold sweat, and the T-shirt he used as pajamas was wet.

Rubbing his face vigorously, Xia Youjie managed to pull himself together.He glanced at the half-ruined dormitory, and walked to the bathroom with heavy steps, wearing slippers.

Skillfully tied the half-length hair into a ball, and carefully combed the bangs on the left forehead with a peach wood comb. Xia Youjie had just changed his clothes when there was a knock on the door.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk..."

Three beeps, neither fast nor slow, polite.

Xia Youjie glanced at the door.

This definitely can't be Satoru, he means, Gojo Satoru's way of knocking on the door, the little bastard who still enslaves him in his dream will only treat his room as his room, knocking is impossible, It is impossible to knock on the door properly in this life.He would just bang on the door, as if it was unreasonable not to open the door for him.

From the current point of view, the only two who seem to be knocking on the door are the new students Nanami Kento and Haibara Yuu, and God knows how long this basic courtesy will last.

So, will it be Nanami or Haibara?

Last night, I suffered the loss of opening the door and letting in two big cats. Although Xia Youjie's dormitory is already dilapidated enough, it can really be rescued.

Xia Youjie quickly suppressed this little worry.He still has class in the morning, so it is impossible to stay in the dormitory and defend his room all the time.And at this point in time, he should go to the next door to wake Wu up and go to the cafeteria.

Curling his fingers, Xia Youjie held up the gentle manner of a good student in the past, unlocked three locks in a row, and opened the door very calmly.

The fact that there are no peepholes on the dormitory door can definitely be called one of the failures of the male dormitory.

"Good morning, Jie." In the similar voice, there was a gentleness and politeness that Gojo Satoru would not have at all. Sugawara Satoru, who had changed into a blue kimono, nodded slightly, and his long snow-colored hair became a long hair. With braids on his shoulders, a pair of blue eyes were smiling, looking intently at Xia Youjie.

Xia Youjie: "..."

Is it too late to close now?

Fortunately, Xia Youjie didn't close the door reflexively, that would be too rude.

And when the door opened, Xia Youjie quickly noticed something else.

There is a row of things piled up in the corridor facing his room, the big ones include desks, swivel chairs, bedding, curtains, etc., and the small ones are stacks of unopened books, novels, comics, game consoles, etc. Outrageous are the three neatly stacked solid wood interlock floor pieces and rolled wallpaper.

And at the top of this pile of miscellaneous things is a potted prickly pear plant. The size of the sphere is similar to the pot that Xia Youjie has been raising all the time, but what Xia Youjie can't take his eyes off is that the top of the pot Between the spikes is a flower bud the size of a little fingernail.

His pot of prickly prickly pear has been raised for ten months, and he even remembers to take it home during the holidays, but it just doesn't mean to bloom at all.

Xia Youjie withdrew his gaze calmly, turned his gaze to the right subconsciously, and made sure that the room over there was not open, that is to say, Gojo Satoru would not break out of the door for the time being, and after fighting with Sugawara Satoru, his personality has always been gentle and polite. Naturally, Xia Youjie wouldn't be rude to Sugawara Satoru who didn't know whether he was being polite or putting on airs.

"Good morning, Mr. Wu." Under Sugawara Wu's eyes full of accusations and resentment, Xia Youjie said firmly.

There is always Wu who needs a little more suffix, either the Wu who is the same age as him, or the Wu who popped up yesterday afternoon.

During most of the sleepless night last night, Xia Youjie had already come up with the answer.

Sugawara Satoru pursed his lips, and said aggrievedly: "It's all said, just ask me to realize it, you really don't have to be so polite with me."

Xia Youjie pretended not to hear the complaint, and said politely, "Mr. Wu, what do you want?"

Seeing Xia Youjie's expression in his eyes, Sugawara Satoru felt aggrieved, secretly hated himself for traveling too late, for not being able to occupy an important position in Xia Youjie's heart ahead of Gojo Satoru, and now wants to suppress him, It seems not so simple.

Fortunately, Wujo Wu looks smart, but he is actually a lump of elm, who wholeheartedly only regards Xia Youjie as a close friend.

The best friend, the best friend, perfect like the ancestor Sugawara Satoru, pinching his nose is not unbearable for his great-great-great-grandson to be a good friend of Mrs. Fox.

"It's like this." Sugawara Satoru turned sideways, raised his hand to pick up the potted cactus, and motioned Xia Youjie to look at the pile of things, "The conflict between Gojo Satoru and I ruined your room yesterday. I'm sorry, but someone prepared a replacement."

Why Sugawara Satoru ordered a lot of things with a clear goal yesterday, like the name of the dish, from novels, comics, game consoles that high school students love to read and play, to desk swivel chairs, wallpapers and floors, because he had a second fight with Gojo Satoru yesterday When he was beaten to death, he did not forget to use his six eyes to gather information about Xia Youjie's room.

With the blessing of six eyes, Satoru Sugawara could see clearly even the biscuit crumbs that fell into the crevice at the corner of the bed.