The strongest white-haired favorite best friend

In fact, it's not the fault of Xia Youjie and Jia Ruozi, of course they don't know the birthday of the six-eyed genius of the magic world, the eldest son of the Wutiao family.

They were ordinary students before they came to the special school, and of course they would not know about such little "common sense" things in the magic world.

"I didn't even come to dinner. What the hell is this guy doing. Did you quarrel?" The two walked to the dormitory after eating.

"How is it possible, you came to pull me to clear the game last night." Xia Youjie recalled what happened last night.

Everything seemed to be normal last night, except that after 12 o'clock, Gojo Satoru said, "Jie, today is December 12th."

At that time, I couldn't open my tired eyes, "Yeah, it's getting late, go to bed early."

"What day is today?" Xia Youjie asked suddenly.

"World peace?" Jia Ruozi didn't know either.

At this time, several toys lined up in front of them, carrying gift boxes and flowers, walked past the two of them.

It seems that the toy of the homeroom teacher Noctuid Moth Zhengdao can not only clean the yard but also be a porter.

Xia Youjie held down a toy carrying the largest gift box, "Happy birthday to Patriarch Wutiao! Sincerely, the Zenyuan family."

There are similar blessings on the next few gift boxes.

"So, today is that idiot's birthday." Jiarui Nizi suddenly realized.

"It seems that we didn't prepare a birthday present..." Xia Youjie rubbed his hair helplessly.

"Where are you going?" Looking at Xia Youjie, Jia Ruozi turned around and walked back.

"Go and prepare a birthday present for the young master."

"Now?"

***

Gojo Satoru, who returned to his room at night, looked at the gifts signed by the major families, and he couldn't bring up the urge to open the gifts at all.

It was just too much of a hindrance to pile up in the room.

Gojo Satoru opened the boxes with his feet.

He knows all the things sent by those aristocratic families without tearing them down.

Xia Youjie and the others were so hateful, they didn't even give him birthday wishes for a whole day, not to mention birthday presents.

Gojo Satoru didn't take off his shoes, and lay down on the bed angrily.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Gojo Satoru opened the door dejectedly, but there was no one standing in the middle of the door.

But suddenly one arm stretched out on each side.

"Wu, happy birthday." The owner of the voice was Xia Youjie, holding freshly made wagashi in his hand.

Small sakura-shaped snacks are served with transparent Mizushingen mochi.

Gojo Satoru was astonished by this appearance, "Jie, you did this?"

"Just be in charge of eating." Xia Youjie didn't want to admit that he had been in the kitchen for two hours.

"Happy birthday." Jiarui Nizi held a wooden comb in his hand.

She cut it with a scalpel, and no one could get out if the heavy snow blocked the road.

I hope the young master will not be disgusted.

"Hmph, now I know that today is my birthday." In the first half of the sentence, Gotiao Wu was still arrogant, but the next moment he happily took the gifts from the two of them, "Forget it, I forgive you!"

Nitro's gift was directly inserted into the hair, and Xia Youjie's gift had already begun to be enjoyed.

"Wow, the dim sum looks so good, I'm not willing to eat it." After all, the spoon didn't stop.

"That's right, Xia Youjie, our bad boy from Kanto, has been busy in the kitchen for a long time." Jiarui Nitrozi said amusedly.

"Okay, don't say any more." Xia Youjie was a little embarrassed.

The two walked into Gojo Satoru's room, and were frightened by the box full of gifts in the room.

Those exquisite packaging, a look at the contents inside is very valuable.

But it seems that Gojo Satoru prefers the plain presents from them.

"Let's open the presents together." Just now, Gojo Satoru hated those annoying birthday presents, but now he found a better game.

"If you take out the latest game, don't grab it from me."

"Today is my birthday." Gojo Satoru emphasized the specialness of today, "Two people play together."

"There are still 2 hours to go, forget it, let me let you go first."

"Add me, today I will give you special privileges to play games with you." Jia Ruozi is not that obsessed with games, but his skills are not bad.

Sometimes in games that especially test control skills, two people may not be able to win against Nitro.

Maybe the feel of holding a scalpel is particularly good.

The three sat together, happily unwrapping presents.

"Is this sent from Higurashi Shrine?" Jiarui Nitzi felt that the inside of the box was light.

"Open it and have a look, they like to send some talisman papers that are useless in my opinion. Look... right." Wujo Wuhuang held a few pieces of paper in his hand.

"It is said that the two families were good friends a thousand years ago, so now they are visiting on a daily basis. But I heard from the old man at home that the well left by the shrine is unusual." Gojo Satoru recalled the history of the two families.

"A thousand-year-old well?" Jia Ruozi was a little curious, "What's so unusual?"

"That's not clear." Wujo Satoru spread his arms.

"What's this?" Xia Youjie shook the box, only this box looked plain and felt like it was sent from far away.

The address was still sent to Wutiao's ancestral house.

"Let me see, it's from Saotome's house? I guess it's a specialty of some place. They are very popular fighters in Japan, and they often practice in Japan." Gojo Satoru gave a brief introduction.

"It seems that they went to China recently." Xia Youjie opened the box, and there was compressed Peking duck (Beijing roast duck) inside.

It happened that I didn't eat at night, and Xia Youjie's snack couldn't fill my stomach at all.

"There are postcards in there?"

"Let me see?" Gojo Satoru held the duck wings in his hands and brought his head closer.

"In the middle of next month, I and Quanzi will visit the Wutiao family. I heard that your young master has made great achievements in fighting. I look forward to learning from each other with Quanzi."

"Middle of next month?" Xia Youjie flipped through the delivery date on the package, "So it's the nearest?"

"Uh, it seems to be..."