The daily life of Shier and 5t5

With the connections of the Gojo family, he quickly got all the information about Natsume.

Natsume's father's family is relatively mysterious, but his adoptive parents in Tokyo are still subordinates of the Gojo family after [-] layers of relationship.

"Invite your friends to come to the college to play on weekends." Gojo Satoru said to the boy, "I think his adoptive father should be very honored."

Fu Heihui's eyes sparkled: "Thank you teacher."

At a young age, I deeply experienced the joy of oppressing people with money and power from my teacher.

The top-quality fruits and snacks in Japan are placed on the table, and you can eat one when you want to eat it, and you never have to think about how much you have spent in one bite.

In the past, it was Jin Meiji who was managing the family property at home. Even if the money left by her mother was about to bottom out, she never told her brother, hiding her anxiety in her heart, planning to drop out of school to work.

Fortunately, just when she was about to make that decision, Gojo Satoru and Fuheisher fell from the sky.

Now that I have Master Wutiao, I don't have to worry about living in poverty anymore.

So since childhood, Fu Heihui has no sense of money, and has never suffered in this regard.

Seeing Natsume cautiously looking around, tiptoeing to avoid soiling the floor, and having to check repeatedly before being allowed to eat fruit, Kei was a little puzzled.

"You make this your home," he said.

Natsume nodded with a smile, but thought in his heart, he has never even had a "home of his own", so how can he regard a place that looks luxurious at first glance as his "home of his own".

Next door, Shier was leaning against the screen, holding a magazine with the new lottery issue in his hand, but his eyes were always on his son's side.

Naturally, he also saw Natsume's words and deeds.

"...to live under the fence." The corner of the man's scarred mouth twitched in self-mocking, his pupils were dark.

Gojo Satoru poked his head out from above: "What did Shier remember?"

Shi Er was slightly startled, and raised his head to glance at him: "What does 'Sending Others Under the Fence' have anything to do with me?"

"It's hard to say." Gojo Satoru smiled, "It is said that there is a big difference in treatment between the branch family of the Zen Academy and the main family, and the previous head of the family does not seem to know the goods."

The "goods" who "do not know the goods" are of course Zenyuan Shier himself who is the heaven and the curse.

From the fragmentary memories in the dream, and various clues, it can be known that Shi Er's life at the Chanyuan's house is not good... It should be said that it is very bad.

Being in that kind of feudal family is worse than "living under the fence".

In stark contrast, the Tokyo High School and Gojo Satoru himself attached great importance to him.

Shi Er stopped stroking the scar on the corner of his mouth, and felt better: "They don't know the goods, but you know the goods?"

Gojo Satoru said with a smile: "Of course, you are the first pair of SSR (superior superrare) I have drawn. In the future, the master will rebel, but it will depend on you to charge..."

Shir throws the magazine in his face at him.

"I can do whatever I want, and that's fine with Hui."

His heart sank.

——There may be a little bit of admiration between him and Babyface, but it is still a relationship of pure use.

As the killer who once killed Wujo Satoru's friend, he didn't expect anything from himself.

But Hui is pure white.

I hope that this person can show one-tenth of his compassion for Hui and his friendship with teachers and students.

This can be regarded as one of Hui's guarantees.

Gojo Satoru didn't know what went wrong with his joke, Shi Er, who seemed a little relaxed just now, became tense again.

Why only "six eyes" instead of "seven eyes"?

He can see through a person's position, momentum, spell power, and incantations—but he just can't read what's going on in this person's mind.

After staring at him for a long time, he became even angrier.

"What are you looking at?" The man narrowed his eyes and glared at him inoffensively.

"Oh, this..." Wujo Gojo smiled brightly, and pointed down, "Of course it's looking at Shier-kun's nipples|grooves."

……

There was a constant "clang" sound outside, and Natsume, who was licking ice cream, was startled and jumped like a rabbit.

Fu Heihui turned a deaf ear and calmly switched channels.

"Student Fu Hei, your family..."

"Oh, it's okay." Fu Heihui's face was light, "They are doing healthy aerobic exercise."

"That's right." Natsume obviously didn't believe it, and felt that it was impolite to inquire about other people's family affairs, so he glanced nervously in the direction of the noise from time to time.

In order to divert his attention, Fu Heihui turned off the TV, turned around and said, "Do you want to watch my Shikigami?"