After I entered the Otome game, I became the head of the temple

The place became silent for a while.

The two servants of Wutiao's family didn't look very good. They looked at each other, and seemed a little unsure whether to ignore the two children and drive them away.Just when I was about to let King Dou Ya do it, someone spoke.

"Really, back down."

The patriarch of Wujo, dressed in plain clothes, came from the corner of the corridor with Wujo Satoru, and he coldly glanced at the conjurer who had just been chased away by his subordinates: "Makoto is a guest I specially invited, and the person she brought is naturally Wujo A guest at home."

I'm not an idiot, so I can tell that Patriarch Wutiao is speaking for me.

Gojo Satoru on the side twitched his mouth, winked mischievously at me and smiled like a cat, with blue eyes and jewel-like.

I politely greeted the adult who spoke for me: "Your An, Mr. Gojo."

Seeing me salute, Naoya also said hello to the other party in a regular manner. After all, the Gojo family of the Yusan family is still the strongest.But... He raised his eyes slightly to look at the white-haired boy with a calm expression, and when the other party looked over, Naoya immediately looked away and turned to look at his sister's back.

He believes in his sister's strength, and the Chanyuan family will definitely become the head of the three imperial families in the future!

The two subordinates of the Wutiao family retreated obediently behind the head of the family.

In order not to let the atmosphere of the scene remain so cold and lonely, I took the lead in stepping forward and handing over the gift I had prepared: "This is a gift I specially prepared, I hope Mr. Gojo will like it."

Gifts like Yushou are not big in size. I searched around at home and found a moderate purple sand gift box.

With my advice, many conjurers also began to smile and send gifts and blessings to Patriarch Wutiao. Patriarch Wutiao held the brocade box I gave him and turned his head slightly to ask the two subordinates to accept the gifts from others.He stared down at the purple sand gift box for a while, then tilted his head and asked me, "Can I open it now?"

I nodded: "Of course."

Anyway, the gift I prepared is not something shameful.

The cold man opened the gift box and stared at the golden guard inside for a while. I nervously explained the function of the guard and carefully observed the man's face: "...Do you not like this gift?"

Patriarch Wutiao seemed to be born with facial paralysis, and all emotions and anger would not appear on his face.

His eyes moved from the guard in the gift box to my face: "No, I was just thinking about why you gave this gift."

"Because you are the head of the Wutiao family." I said confidently: "The curse or the curse master may regard you as a target. If you are injured, many people will definitely worry."

In my opinion, no matter how high the level of a conjurer is, he is still a human being in the final analysis. A flesh and blood body will be injured if it is attacked, and it will bleed if it is injured, and if it is serious, it will lose your name.

No way, human beings have always been so fragile.

I quietly looked at the head of the Gojo family.

But such fragile human beings have different possibilities, and everyone is blooming their own life, which is short and bright.

The cold man's mouth twitched slightly and showed a rare smile, which aroused the astonished gazes of several subordinates.

I also froze for a moment, staring blankly at that short-lived smiling face.

There is one thing to say, Wujo Wu's father is still very handsome... It can be seen that Wujo Wu's face is [-]% similar to the other party.

Patriarch Wutiao picked up the guard in the gift box and put it on in front of everyone, and in the blink of an eye the man returned to his cold face, but his tone was a little softer than before: "Thank you for the gift, I like it very much. "

Looks like the right gift.

I silently breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, and watched with some boredom as the adults around me flattered the head of the Yusan Family who was present, and the topic of the cold talk gradually changed from compliments to Gojo Wu.

"I heard that your son is going to school in Youzhi, why don't you let my daughter accompany you! Children in similar grades will definitely have common topics!"

"If Master Wujo doesn't dislike it, my child can also..."

These words seem familiar.

The boy beside me frowned and muttered softly, "These guys are really shameless."

Although Naoya doesn't like Gojo Satoru, but looking at the scene in front of him, he can't help but think back to the scene at Makoto's birthday party.

... The more I think about it, the more angry I get!

Naoya couldn't help but glared at those courteous people.

Facing the requests of these conjurers, Patriarch Wutiao looked down at his son without changing his face: "Wu, what do you think?"

The boy who had been too lazy to speak raised his eyelids and looked at his father. The white-haired and blue-eyed Kamito folded his arms, glanced at the faces of dozens of people in front of him, and then showed a bright smile: "It's a pity, I don't know all of them. I don't like it."

"You, why do you say that, my daughter's spells are still very good!"

"Yes, Master Wutiao, you can meet my daughter..."

"No." He looked like a confident kitten, mischievous but very cute: "No matter how good you are, can you be better than Makoto?"

The eyes of those people began to look at the place where I was, and everyone knew who Wujo Wu was talking about.

Zhenyuan Zhenqin.

The Zenyuan family is basically the next head of the family who is already doomed.

From a little distance away, I saw Gojo Satoru lift his chin towards me.

"You like me, Makoto?"

"..."

Cats are indeed vengeful animals.

I couldn't help smiling, and responded to everyone's gaze: "Well, that's right."

"That's it, I don't think there are other girls who are better than Makoto." Gojo Satoru left his father and others, walked up to us and held out his hand: "Let's go, I bought a limited edition two days ago cake, let’s eat it together.”

Zenyuan Naoya was dumbfounded.

He looked at Gojo Satoru, and then at me.

Shi Er squinted his eyes, relying on his height, he pressed his elbow on my head: "I want any cake."

"?" Gojo Gojo looked at him with his head tilted, seemed to think of something and retracted his hand: "So you are Makoto's brother!"

Hearing his tone, I took off Shi Er's arm and looked up at him: "Brother, do you know Wu?"

The tall slender boy looked away slightly, and said perfunctorily, "I met once."

I looked suspiciously at Gojo Satoru again.

The white-haired boy glanced at Shi Er, and said following his words: "Well, I have indeed met once."

Me: ...these two people seem to be hiding something from me!

System: [Actually, it's nothing, it's just that Shier secretly climbed over the wall to take a look at Wujo Wu, and then Wujo Wu found out. 】

I didn't understand it, but was shocked.

Just when I was silent, Gojo Satoru suddenly took my hand and started to run. I was so smart that I almost fell because I was not used to clogs.The boy in front seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and when I fell, he suddenly turned around and hugged my shoulder.

"Why are you so weak?"

I opened my eyes wide in surprise, and subconsciously grabbed his arm. I didn't expect to be hugged by him. When I heard what he said, I couldn't help but blame: "You were the one who pulled me suddenly first."

Naoya's voice came from behind us.

"Gojo Satoru! Let go of my sister!!!"

"... Shier, follow along, don't let Naoya cause trouble."

"Tsk, I see."

The person whose name was called was not afraid at all, he glanced at the boy who was chasing aggressively behind him and took my hand: "Your brother is really a murderer, we have to run quickly, don't fall down again this time. "

I stared at the back of the boy in front of me. Although the clogs made my toes hurt, I still couldn't help laughing happily.

Many years later, when I think back to this scene, I still remember it very clearly.

This happiness is definitely not a false emotion.