The daily life of Shier and 5t5

In the past few days, Gojo Satoru found that the "little oil bottle" from Fuhei's family always looked at him strangely.

Due to the height difference, although the little boy had to look up at him, his restrained black eyes shone with care for the younger generation.

I don't know what's going on in my little head, but it's cute anyway.

...It's completely different from his father.

"Teacher Wubing~" came a lazy adult male voice, "So how can we see the curse spirit?"

Shi Er bit half of a small octopus ball, and raised his hand like a bad boy in the middle school.

Ever since he ate and drank with the benefactor, he completely forgot his self-esteem, and he could do such things as worshiping others as teachers with his son.

On the one hand, he is eager to understand the forgotten knowledge of the magic world, on the other hand - it is really pleasant to respond to the baby face.

Gojo Satoru smiled: "You are not allowed to eat in class, Mr. Shier. This will affect the quality of teaching."

Shi Er swallowed, inserted another small ball, and waved it in front of Wujo Wu as if showing off.

"But the takoyaki Megumin gave me was delicious."

"No," Fu Heihui was speechless, "It was you who asked me how the takoyaki at the gate of the school was..."

"Rounding up to five... eh!"

Shi Er was still immersed in the "sweet" wrangling with his son, when suddenly his eyes blurred, and the takoyaki box in his hand had been changed to Gojo Satoru.

He was a little dazed: What was that just now?teleport?

This baby face can still teleport?

Wujo Wu stretched his long legs, and swallowed a small octopus ball in one gulp.

"It's not delicious." He glanced at the sluggish Shier, and immediately laughed with laughter: "Hahaha, what kind of stupid expression is that on your face?"

Actually not stupid at all.

In this undefended state, the man lost his sharpness and cynical slickness, like a frightened boy who tried to hide his shock, he looked a little bit cute.

Gojo Satoru playfully licked off the sauce on the corner of his mouth.

In the next second, the takoyaki box in his hand was roughly taken away.

"It's a little unbelievable," Shi Er resumed his usual calmness, "I didn't expect that Master Wujo still has a hobby of eating leftovers."

Gojo Satoru grinned and said, "Of course, it's the takoyaki from my 'precious student' after all."

He didn't specify which student it was, which made Fu Hei and his son disgusted.

Shi Er hooked his fingers and smiled viciously: "Come here, let the teacher taste the student's 'precious fist'."

"Well, it's just a good time to exercise your muscles and bones." Gojo Satoru said, "Mei! It's time for the actual combat class~"

Fu Heihui sighed inwardly after a flurry of chicken and dog jumps.

here we go again.The father and the teacher almost had to fight every day for something to get by.

——Sure enough, Tsumiki's guess was correct.

How did she say this?

...Teacher-student play?