My breeder is the strongest

The night was too long.

The super magic spirit was eliminated, and the summer camp ended early.

However, until he was picked up by Wutiao's car and sent home with his luggage, Xia Youjie still didn't feel anything real.

The feet are light and fluttering, the surrounding colors are chaotic, and the sound seems to come from far away, everything is so real.

He lowered his head and found that his hands were still trembling uncontrollably.

Yes, afraid?

Still, excited?

Because of violating the magic law, unsealing the super-level magic spirit and causing casualties to non-magic masters, that night, the High School of Magic sent people to detain Wujo Natsuki whose finger was broken by Gojo Satoru, and announced the death penalty shortly thereafter.

When Gojo Natsuki was taken away, Gojo Satoru stood beside him with his hands in his pockets, and the kitten, who had overdrawn his magic power after letting go of the ultimate move, was lying in the hat behind his hoodie, sleeping on his stomach.

The tail hangs over the brim of the hat, and occasionally turns it over leisurely.

The man in the suit had returned to his old delicacy, and if you ignore the distorted fingers, he looked like a shining elite.

Actually, he did.

Graduated from Dongdae University with a rich resume, he has been a "child of other people" in the words of his parents since he was a child. In the ten years since he entered the Wutiao family, he managed his assets in an orderly manner, and even doubled it several times. He became the well-deserved second in command of the Wutiao family.

Talented, capable, ambitious.

He should have been such an elite.

But all of this should have come to an abrupt end when he was ten years old.

After that day, he never grew up again.

Gojo Natsuki's magician level is not high, and he has no tendency to resist, so the high school just put a pair of handcuffs on him hastily, and when he was escorted into the car, Gojo Satoru, who had been standing silently by the side, suddenly There was a sound.

"What are you afraid of?"

Gojo Natsuki was taken aback, "I..."

He opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Gojo Satoru glanced at him, turned and left without saying anything.

Summer is over.

Gojo Satoru went back in the car at home, but was dragged to the main hall.

Seeing the familiar building in front of him, his face became stinky, and the driver who opened the door for him trembled with fright. It didn't feel like opening the back door of a car, but more like opening the gate to hell.

At the entrance, the maid handed over a pair of clogs, "Master, please change your shoes..."

Gojo Satoru ignored her and walked in directly.

Gojo Shio sat on the main hall, facing the altar, raised his teacup, "Are you back?"

Gojo Gojo had a stinky face and didn't even sit down, but stood opposite him.

"Speak quickly if you have something to say, and get out of here if you have nothing to do."

Gojo Shio turned around and a cross appeared on his head, "Is this how you treat your elders?"

"Yeah." Gojo Satoru nodded in agreement.

Gojo Shio: "..."

I really don't want to admit that this brat is his own, Gan.

He gritted his teeth, "Learn to be polite, brat."

Gojo Satoru was not to be outdone, "Politeness is different, old man."

Gojo Shio took a deep breath, picked up the teacup on the table, "Have you learned the reversal technique?"

Gojo Satoru nodded without hesitation, "Yes."

Gojo Shio's scrutinizing gaze swept over him, and Gojo Gojo greeted him expressionlessly, without any guilt or flinching.

After a long time, Gojo Shio took a sip of the tea in the cup, "Wu, we exist for the family."

Gojo Satoru was not polite, "This is just your wishful thinking."

"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first." After finishing speaking, he turned around directly, "See you next time, no, it's best never to see you—"

"Wait a minute." Gojo Shio called him, "Since you have learned the reversal technique, there is nothing you can learn at home, right?"

"The meaning above is that I hope you can do more tasks..."

Gojo Satoru only stopped for a moment and didn't look back.

"No."

He raised his arms and stretched.

"I'm going to school."

The night passed without knowing it.

The morning light spread out from the top of the mountain, drawing out the arc of flowing clouds.

His consumption this night was actually not small, and he kept maintaining a high-precision mantra operation. He wanted to stop but couldn't stop, the amount of information exploded in his mind, and his temples burst into dull pain.

Gojo Satoru closed his eyes and walked quietly on the path.

The kitten in the hood felt something, opened his eyes with difficulty, climbed onto his shoulder, and licked his earlobe lightly.

Probably not an illusion, the feeling of headache was relieved immediately.

"woke up?"

Gojo Satoru turned his head and grabbed the cat with one hand. Nai Tuanzi was on all fours, looking uninspired, but he still rubbed his finger with the tip of Fenfen's nose, squinting his eyes and let out a "meow~".

It was like, knowing what he was thinking and talking to him.

This cat is very strange.

It's really strange.

Gojo Satoru stared at it, as if he wanted to see through its appearance and see through the intentions inside.

After a long time, he poked its pink meat pad with the index finger of the other hand.

"Hey, I took the blame for you, you have to repay me in the future."

"Meow~"

"What the hell are you? Why do you still use No Lower Limit?"

"Meow."

"you……"

Gojo Satoru looked at the kitten whose palms were twisted into various shapes, blinking and saying "I don't understand, I just don't understand", suddenly felt that he wanted to laugh.

"Well, forget it."

He coughed, maintaining his mastery.

"Wujojiu—"

Gojo Satoru lifted the cat up, the kitten tilted its head, and its tail flicked.

"From today onwards, your name will be Wujojiu."

The kitty didn't stay awake for long, and began to fall asleep when he returned to the side hall, and slept for several days.

It couldn't be woken up after turning over and over, and there was no response when the ball was kneaded in the hands. If it wasn't for the occasional tail movement and belly rising and falling, Gojo Satoru would have doubted it—it was dead at all.

On the first day when the kitten fell asleep, Gojo Goku said to leave it alone, sat next to the cat and played games all day, and didn't leave the house for three meals.

On the second day after the cat cub fell asleep, Wujo Wu went to the owner with the cat in his arms, and asked for his original prize, the key to the forbidden library.

Of course, by the way, Zhixiong Gojo's already precarious hairline was bald three inches back.

On the third day of the cat's drowsiness, Gojo Gojo came out of the forbidden library with dark circles under his eyes, returned to his room, and took out his mobile phone from the drawer.

Open and close, repeat three times.

Finally, he called Xia Youjie.

The phone was given to Xia Youjie when Xia Youjie left, and Wujo Wutiao gave it to him directly. After two beeps, it was picked up.

"Enlightenment." He said weakly, "You know, it's three o'clock in the morning!?"