The road of the house owner of the pig in the Chanyuan

"...Yes, Patriarch."

In the end, Shinshi still decided to obey Naoya's Patriarch's order, stiffly and slowly put down the samurai sword in his hand, and put it back into the scabbard at his waist, but he still stood guard in front of Naoya, although he didn't ask any more questions. , but refused to back down.

"Well, I don't see that this guy seems to be really useful." Even though he was so unguarded, Gojo Satoru's expression still showed no dissatisfaction. Instead, he stroked his chin twice with great satisfaction and used his pair of hands. The pure blue eyes read the letter history from head to toe.

Gojo Satoru inspected the letter history for several rounds from top to bottom like this, and felt as if all the secrets of his body had been stripped and pryed out one by one by the other party. He felt very uncomfortable and wanted to escape, but Thinking of Patriarch Naoya behind him, he resisted and stood where he was, maintaining a calm and calm face.

"Tsk," but after a while, Gojo Satoru curled his lips in disappointment, clasped his hands and said boringly, "What, I really don't have any spells at all, and even the magic power is pitiful. Hey, Naozai, What on earth are you thinking?"

After hearing Wujo Gojo's words, Xinshi froze in place, his lips were murmuring, and his eyes were slightly wide open.

It's not that he was embarrassed because the other party saw through his own strength. Xinshi has a very clear understanding of his current position. Weiyan is higher than the top, fantasizing about what he shouldn't have, and only doing the things in front of him that Patriarch Naoza ordered with his heart.

He is surprised by the person in front of him, without any contact or temptation, he can see through everything in him at a glance. According to his shallow knowledge, there seems to be only one person with such ability in this world. The six eyes of the Wujo family are just that.

It was only then that he dared to admit in his heart that the person in front of him was indeed the Patriarch of the Wutiao family—Wujo Wu was right.

Even if the other party suddenly appeared in Patriarch Naoya's room so swaggeringly, and seemed to have an unusually close relationship with Patriarch Naoya.

For a while, Xinshi's mind was overwhelmed for a while, so that he was a little confused, not to say that the Zenyuan family and the Wutiao family have always been hostile to each other for hundreds of years. I am deeply touched by this, and if this is the case, then why did Patriarch Naoza and Patriarch Gojo, even the current Six Eyes, get along so well, and when exactly did the two begin to befriend each other?

"Naoya, you little guard seems to be really stupid, why are you staring at the eyeballs and still not moving?" Gojo Satoru didn't know when he had bypassed Nobushi and approached Naoya, and he squeezed into the same armchair with the other party, hugging Rubbing the other person's shoulder, rubbing Naoya's face, raised his eyebrows, and pointing at Xinshi's back in front of him maliciously, he said, "Speaking of which, he found out about the two of us, what should we do, should we kill someone to silence it? "

"Don't be so weird, and don't intentionally scare people," Naoya interrupted with a frown. Although his eyes were still on the document in his hand, he moved a little to the side so that Gojo Satoru could squeeze closer with him. Recently, "When the cooperation between Wutiao and the Zenyuan and the government is confirmed, people will see our relationship sooner or later. Besides, there is no need to hide it now."

"That's right, you are basically the one who has the final say in the current Zen garden," Wujo Wu took a deep breath, and sighed, "Now that there are no annoying old men, even the rotten and musty smell of the Zen garden in the past seems to be A lot of them have disappeared."

"Okay, you're almost fine, don't keep squeezing me, I still have to read these documents," Naoya said angrily, elbowing Gojo Satoru, who was swaying aside, and then, he Looking up at Xinshi who still hadn't recovered from the desk, he let out a light cough from his throat and shouted, "Xinshi?"

"Ah... yes, Master Patriarch!" This time, Xinshi seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and quickly turned to face Naoya, bowed almost ninety degrees, and said, "Please forgive me for my dereliction of duty!"

"It's okay, you go down first," Naoya waved his hand, not caring, "I'll let you in again if there's anything else to do."

"...Yes, I see, Master Patriarch," Xinshi pursed his lips, but still agreed, and then turned around, ready to retreat, but he just walked to the door and was about to push the shoji door open At that time, he suddenly remembered something, looked at Naoya again, and said with some hesitation, "My lord, should you keep your lunch outside as usual?"

Originally, Xinshi just wanted to remind Patriarch Naoya that it is best to eat on time, so he said this extra sentence, but he didn't expect it. After he finished saying this sentence, the atmosphere in the room seemed to suddenly drop a little bit. As if there were some other inexplicable meanings, he looked around with some doubts, not knowing where the problem was.

However, before Shinshi could realize what was going on, Gojo Satoru, who was sitting with Naoya, suddenly raised a smile that didn't reach his eyes, and asked softly, "You said 'put it outside for the time being'. What means?"

"Ah?" Shinshi was stunned for a moment, wondering why the head of the Gojo family would suddenly ask this, but thinking of the relationship between the other party and the head of Naoya, he answered honestly, "The head of the family has been busy with family affairs recently, and he hasn't eaten on time for a long time. Always put food out until it's cold..."

"Cough-cough-"

A sudden cough suddenly interrupted Xinshi's unfinished words. He followed the prestige, but saw Patriarch Naozai clenched his fists to cover his mouth, and said with a look that looked a little strange, "Xinshi, you go out first." , just have lunch delivered directly."

As he said that, Naoya pretended to be nonchalant and asked again, "By the way, would you like to come too, so that I can let them add another pair of bowls and chopsticks." It was just his eyes, but he didn't move to Gojo Satoru who was aside.

"Heh, Naoya, I now feel that the guy you're looking for is really useful." Gojo Satoru's hand holding Naoya's shoulders and arms exerted strength, and before Naoya could react, he hooked his whole body into it. In his arms, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he snorted, "I told you to eat well, but when I got busy with Zhenwang and didn't pay attention, you started to muddle through, right? Let's see how I teach you a lesson!"

As soon as the words fell, Gojo Satoru stretched out his other free hand, twisted his fingers and caressed the itchy flesh in Naoya's waist and armpits, and after finding the right position, he began to "cruelly" Scratch hard.

"Hahaha, stop... Wu, you stop, haha, stop! Haha... I'm angry!" Naoya said intermittently with a laughing voice. The threat of deterrence, even the smile that was forcibly scratched on the cheeks, was stained with a cherry pink flush.

But all this didn't get Gojo Satoru to give up. It can even be said that the other party scratched even more vigorously after seeing him like this.

"Ha, I told you not to eat well, now you know how powerful you are." Wujo Gou said triumphantly, taking advantage of his figure, he firmly imprisoned Naoya in his arms, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape him. French Open', "Say, did you know it was wrong!"

"I know, I know haha...I know, hahaha..."

On the side, the letter history who witnessed how the two 'scrambled' together, was like a wooden stake in the dojo, and almost completely froze in place—even though he had already been in a daze enough times today, see Seeing such a different Patriarch Naoya, he even began to wonder if there was something serious wrong with his eyes.

However, there was a faint voice in his heart telling him that this was not a big deal, after all, Patriarch Naoza was only a teenager, and it was normal to have a youthful temperament.

Thinking of this, Xinshi paused in his heart. Indeed, Patriarch Naozai...is only ten years old, not even as good as his younger sister.

"Hey, the little guard in front is you."

Gojo Satoru's voice suddenly interrupted Shinshi's thoughts. He raised his head subconsciously and looked at the other party, but accidentally met Gojo Satoru's terrifying blue eyes. He was almost unable to move, but he felt that his eyes were as cold as ice, which completely froze him, and he could only see the other party's lips and teeth slightly opened, and with a commanding tone, he said calmly, "Still here Why are you standing there stupidly, why don't you hurry up and get Naoya's food."

Only then did he seem to have escaped from the previous state of immobility, and with a stiff neck, he answered yes, bowed and exited the Patriarch's room a little dullly.

As for what happened afterwards, Xinshi is not clear, but for a long time since then, no matter how busy the affairs are, Patriarch Naoya will eat on time. Although the meal is fast and not too much, it is enough to reassure him some.

However, what Xinshi didn't expect was that it took less than half a year for him to feel relieved, and Patriarch Naoya started to go back to his old ways, and began to delay meals in various ways in the name of business, or just ate two cold rice balls at will.

It was also during this period that he almost never saw the Wutiao Patriarch who came and went without a trace. According to Patriarch Naoya, the other party seemed to be busy looking for someone.

No wonder Patriarch Naoya didn't even bother to take care of afternoon tea now, Xinshi sighed in his heart, and resigned himself to arranging a matter that Patriarch Naoya ordered.

In a blink of an eye, it is already April when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom.

On the night before the official opening of the Tokyo Conjuration College, Naoya received a text message from Gojo Satoru, informing him of the specific time and a series of warnings wrapped in exclamation points.

[! !If you dare not come again, you will be finished! ! ! ]

The speech like a primary school student, combined with the emoji at the end like flailing teeth and claws, was instantly amused, and he couldn't hold back a muffled laugh from his nasal cavity, and he replied to this overbearing declaration-like text message with the corners of his lips curled up.

[Don't worry, I promise to pass. ]

Speaking of it, it was probably to surprise him, or to maintain a sense of mystery on purpose. Gojo Satoru had never seen him in the uniform of the Tokyo Magic College, even when he was in school, he stayed in the school's dormitory at night. If he came to him, he would take the trouble to change his clothes back into normal clothes before coming back.

"Do you want to see me in a school uniform?" When Naoya asked, Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who told you not to go there when I first entered school? Do you want to see it now? It's too late!" After finishing speaking, Gojo Satoru turned his head and snorted, no matter how much Naoya asked about the school uniform, he deliberately ignored it.

I have to say that sometimes Gojo Satoru is really naive, Naoya thought to himself a little funny, although he wouldn't find it annoying.

On the first day of the Tokyo Jujutsu High School, Naoya went out early in the morning wearing a kimono with a tattoo of Fuhaori, although he wanted to wear some simple clothes rather than go out in such a ostentatious way.

However, in the traditional Buddhist monastery, he didn't prepare any extra daily clothes that he could wear. In addition, he seldom went out in the past few years and was busy with various tedious things, so he never thought of taking time out to buy some for himself. Plain clothes.

Going out this time just happened to be a few other clothes for himself. Naoya thought that when he went to Tokyo, he would ask Shang Zhenwang to accompany him to the shopping mall. Her eyesight in choosing clothes was much better than her own.

Well, by the way, I also bought some suitable gifts for Xiaohui and Maki Shinyi. I don’t know what kind of toys children like nowadays...

Sitting in the car specially sent by the clan to take him to the Shinkansen platform, Naoya was constantly thinking about what to do in Tokyo, looking at the constantly receding street scene outside the car window, his face was unconscious A little smile appeared.

In the driver's seat, seeing such a rare expression from the Patriarch in the rearview mirror, Shinshi's lips moved, and he swallowed slowly the words that he wanted to go to Tokyo with Patriarch Naoya, and said, "Master Patriarch , when you come back, you must remember to let me know earlier, and I will be waiting for you in front of the station then."

"Well, I see," Naoya replied, and did not forget to ask, "If any accident or important thing happens, you must call me as soon as possible."

"Yes, Patriarch," Xinshi nodded respectfully, "Don't worry."

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On the side of the street at the foot of the mountain of the Tokyo Metropolitan College of Magic and Magic, two handsome men and a woman were wearing black school uniforms, standing in the shade of a tree a short distance from the street, watching the occasional passing vehicles with disinterest, There is also a lollipop in their mouths that they do not know how long.

"I said Wu," the girl with short shoulder-length hair, held the lollipop that she wasn't very interested in between her fingers, and asked casually, "The guy you mentioned, Will it really come?"

"Of course," Gojo Satoru, who had a lollipop in his mouth and was originally standing among the three of them, but was already squatting on the grass with a big grin at the moment, mumbled, "He already promised me."

"Then do you know the arrival time of the other party's Shinkansen?" Another boy who also held a lollipop casually in his hand, with a fringe on his forehead and a round hair, looked towards the road in the distance With a glance, he asked, "Or is the Shinkansen late?"

"Well, let me see, he should have taken a photo and sent it to me... Ah, yes," Gojo Satoru said happily, lighting up the screen, "Well, it's 15:[-] in the afternoon."

Jiarui Nitzi and Xia Youjie: "...Then do you know what time it is?"

"Hmm...it just so happens to be ten o'clock," Wujou Wujo's big bright blue eyes behind the sunglasses, like a cat, looked at the two of them blinking, and asked innocently, "What's the matter?" ?”

"How dare you ask what's wrong..."

Xia Youjie was still squinting with a smile on his face, only the blue veins on his forehead revealed his true emotions at the moment. He pressed his knuckles, making crisp crackling sounds, and behind him, from the air, The curse spirit peeping out of the gap is also looming, "Do you know that you drag me and Nitzi over early in the morning, before we even had time to have a bite of breakfast."

"So, didn't I give you two a lollipop each, it's my favorite flavor," Gojo Satoru, propping his head on one hand, tilted his head to look at Xia Youjie beside him, hooked Lips smiled provocatively, "I'm not satisfied with this, Jie, aren't you a little too greedy?"

And Jiarui Nizi, who had seen the bad situation for a long time, had already hid in the distance at some point, took out his mobile phone, typed quickly with one hand without any waves, and clicked send without hesitation, and sent it to their teacher. The moth is right.