My breeder is the strongest

"This..." Xia Youjie twitched the corner of his mouth, "Is that what you mean by excitement?"

In front of you is a magnificent bathroom—the cat bathroom.

Fully functional, dry and wet separation, glass curtain walls separate each area, and a variety of pet products.

It makes people wonder if the pet store was robbed.

The instigator stood beside him daftly, talking nonsense without the slightest sense of shame in deceiving his friends.

Gojo Satoru: "□□, the picture of a beauty with animal ears coming out of the bath, isn't it exciting?"

Xia Youjie: "...This is a male cat."

"Oh——" Gojo Satoru glanced at the cat, and quickly changed his words, "Isn't the picture of a beautiful man with animal ears coming out of the bath exciting?"

Xia Youjie: "..."

Before coming to Wutiao's home, Xia Youjie had many fantasies about the upcoming summer camp life.

Mantra!Curse spirit!Conjurer!

The monster that has troubled him for a long time finally has a definition. It seems to be a mysterious and unknown world. It is inevitable that he will feel a little excited when he comes into contact with a suspected existence of the same kind for the first time.

He thought that he would experience wilderness survival, battle royale of cursed spirits, and the confrontation between the red and blue forces, etc.—but he didn't expect that the copy was really waiting for him.

It is a novice cat raising tutorial.

The little Persian cat squatted obediently in the wooden basin, its white fur was replaced by white foam, and its pink nose exhaled—a string of small bubbles.

I don't know why, but the kitten is much more obedient in Xia Youjie's hands.

Xia Youjie wrapped the cleaned kitten in a dry towel, picked it up, and took it to the place where the hair dryer was placed to dry it.

The Persian kitten squinted and was staggered by the wind.

Gojo Satoru sat bored on the bench next to him, playing with the game console he took out from nowhere.

Seeing the harmonious scene of the main pet, he clicked his tongue in displeasure, turned his face to one side, and muttered while resting his chin with one hand.

"……traitor."

Xia Youjie: "What did you say?"

Gojo Satoru shouted loudly, "Have you finished washing—"

Xia Youjie turned off the hair dryer, the cat closed its eyes and raised its buttocks, flicked its fur, got up and squatted on the towel again, its white hair was blown into a ball due to static electricity.

Xia Youjie: ...Pfft.

He stretched out his hand, and the cat sniffed it, then jumped nimbly, and nestled into his palm with a small ball, feeling a soft and warm touch.

……so cute.

Xia Youjie gave a fake cough twice, then turned his head to try to cover up his gaffe.

"All right."

He put the sleeping cat ball into his pocket as if nothing had happened, and walked towards Gojo Satoru.

"Can't you just call it a little bastard?"

Gojo Satoru played a game and said casually, "What's that called?"

Xia Youjie choked, "Just give it a normal name or something..."

Gojo Satoru put down the game console, stroked his chin and thought about it.

"Almond tofu."

"cheesecake."

"Kikufu's Edamame Whipped Cream Daifuku."

Xia Youjie: "..."

"...Those are just desserts you like to eat."

He was speechless, "Do you really want to raise it?"

Gojo Satoru was silent for two seconds, and instead of answering him, he changed the subject instead.

"Jay—"

He drawled, "What training package do you want to choose? Summer camp."

Xia Youjie: ...So there really is this Laoshizi summer camp?

It is more appropriate to say that it is a summer camp, but it is more appropriate to say that it is an internal summer exchange meeting of the Wutiao family.

Moreover, this exchange meeting not only determines the status and ranking of the family internal practitioners, but also relates to the most fundamental interest - the ownership of the family forbidden library key.

In the main hall of the Gojo family, a middle-aged man in a kimono was sitting.

His back was facing the gate, and in front of him was an old Buddhist altar.

There are no photos in the altar, only a seat with blurred writing. Green smoke curls up above the incense burner, and the man is chanting scriptures in a low voice, ringing the copper bell from time to time, which echoes crisply in the hall.

Gojo Natsuki knelt and sat sideways, impatiently taking off his western hat.

"Master Patriarch, we have been discussing here for two hours, and it is time to make a decision."

He paused.

"Considering the special circumstances of this year, should the way of the exchange meeting be changed accordingly?"

"That sounds good." The sorcerer on the opposite side sneered, "In the end, isn't it just for that kid to change the rules? The Wutiao family's exchange meeting is a form of confrontation every year. This year, it is changed to search for spell spirits. The key was delivered to that brat?"

Gojo Natsuki smiled, "That's right."

"After all, this year's Wutiao family masters suffered a large number of casualties, so that a 'little devil' was needed to play in the game-I'm afraid there is something strange about this matter."

He turned his head to look at the Gojo Patriarch, Gojo Shio, who was sitting in the middle, and said meaningfully.

"My lord, are you right?"

"What's so strange?" Gojo Shio turned around and met Gojo Natsuki's gaze, "That's what magicians are all about. The moment we decide to become magicians, we are already closely connected with death."

"And these." He raised his chin, "Xia Shu, I'm afraid you can't understand it."

Gojo Natsuki's face darkened, and just as he opened his mouth to refute, he was interrupted by Gojo Patriarch.

"Change the form of the exchange meeting to the confrontation of spell spirits. That's fine. The six-eyed search format has too many advantages. I think it's better to use the arena style. The location is still set in the back mountain. As for the spell spirits..."

He waved.

"Just use those old friends in the spell library."

As soon as this remark came out, the following magicians all turned pale.

"Patriarch, you must not..."

"Those curse spirits can't be released easily, it will be terrible if something happens!"

"That's right, this is not a joke..."

Seeing this, the middle-aged man suddenly slapped the table and laughed wildly.

His laughter suddenly overwhelmed the noisy discussion below, so that the scene suddenly fell silent.

He stopped laughing, his hawk-like eyes swept across the lower row, playing around.

"You guys, are you scared?"

The Yaque below was silent.

Gojo Shio's gaze turned around, and finally stopped on Gojo Natsuki.

"It's okay." He suddenly put on a hearty expression, "I'll take care of it if something goes wrong, don't we have geniuses this year—"

Gojo Shio raised his eyebrows provocatively.

"Let us see what a genius can do."