The strongest he will never OOC

After the parents' meeting for Huihui, I can't make an appointment for a kaiseki restaurant. Fortunately, the curse spirit in front of me is a life idiot, as long as it is delicious, he can sit quietly in his seat without moving.

Gojo Satoru picked up a French fries, propped his face to watch Hiro alone wiped out a whole bucket of chicken wing happy meal for three people, and happily ate a hamburger bigger than his face, sighing in his heart that this guy's stomach should be bottomless pit.

But what kind of fake identity should I give this kid?If it is said to be an adopted son, the high school will definitely not believe it, and the above will also conduct a secret investigation on the day, even if he is Wutiao, it can't prevent others from being suspicious.

Otherwise, they are distant relatives. Anyway, there are a lot of people in the Wutiao family, and the children from the side branches will flock to the main house chattering every time the Chinese New Year comes.

After casually making a decision, Gojo Satoru immediately poked open Principal Ye Moth's headshot and tapped in the dialog box.

After sweeping the last cup of chocolate sundae that day, he finally raised his head. He didn't expect such a delicious thing in the world. Although the effect of replenishing physical strength was not as high as eating the magic spirit directly, it was better than that sticky and smelly food. The smelly stuff tastes hundreds of times better. No wonder humans are so weak.

But now, Day can understand this choice. If he lives in human society, he will surely become that kind of waste curse spirit who only knows how to eat, drink and play.

So the magic spirit in Tokyo is weaker than him.

Hiro was completely caught in a misunderstanding, and looked at Wujo Wu with admiration. This guy grew up in this kind of place since he was a child, and he is still so strong. He must have suffered a lot of curse spirits like him.

Gojo Satoru: "You watch what I do, and I warn you not to covet my body anymore, or I will kill you."

"Blood nonsense." Zhou paused, although he was indeed overwhelmed when fighting with this guy, but the dignity of being a curse spirit made him never admit it, and comforted himself by looking at the other's beautiful body and letting him go life

"Wujo Wu." Zhou Nian got his name right, "Where is the drink you mentioned, I want to drink it."

The white-haired man lazily said: "Okay, okay, I'll go to the supermarket to buy it later, and you've eaten up all the snacks at home. Would you like to be a little grateful?"

Zhou turned his head: "You said you would let me eat whatever you want while staying in the room."

"..." Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered something, took out his mobile phone and called the self-provided cleaning service in the apartment.

In just two hours, the house has been messed up by him, and it seems that it takes time to teach him some basic common sense of life, at least to know that garbage should be thrown in the trash can, not in his high-grade walnut drawer...

"Let's go." Riu got up, a pair of dirty clogs under the tattered bathrobe, this outfit attracted the curious eyes of others, but seeing the boy's face, the guess changed from "Is he a beggar?" "Is this the cosplay of a new character?".

Hiro's greedy eyes flicked across Gojo Satoru's face again, if this man didn't wear sunglasses, he would look better.

He raised his chin and said coldly, "Take me to the supermarket you mentioned."

Patriarch Wu Tiao suddenly felt a sense of confusion that he was being used as a Filipino maid. He grabbed the boy's pigtails and pulled back the curse spirit. He lowered his eyes and said, "Let me go and change your clothes first." , so I look like a child trafficker.”

"No change." Zhou broke free from the man's shackles, pulled his long hair, and rewound the red rope back and forth in a messy way. If it wasn't for the natural softness of the hair, it would have been knotted long ago.

Gojo Satoru was holding his collar, and there were many holes in it, like children's clothes worn for many years. Even the sleeves were too short, and the chest couldn't be pulled up. If it wasn't for the boy's small frame, it would have been torn long ago. up.

He said ruthlessly: "If you don't change your clothes, you won't have food."

Day stared at him for a while, and found that human beings were indeed as cunning as rumored, but thinking about those delicious snacks, they suddenly died down.

"...Tch, whatever you want, but I won't change the clothes I don't like." This is the dignity of being a curse spirit.

Gojo Satoru never cared about his strange aesthetics of the curse spirit, and directly kidnapped him to a clothing store of an unknown branch of the Gojo family, deposited the boy in sales, and sat lazily on the sofa in the VIP room to play a lot. Look, look up now and then to see how this guy is dressed.

Strangely, Hiro's aggressiveness dropped sharply when facing women, with a slumped face like a rag doll, allowing the sales lady to choose clothes.

The teenager is very sensitive to the material of the fabric, and after choosing for a long time, he only accepts soft loose sweaters and woolen sweaters.

"I want that."

Day pointed to the long skirt in the women's clothing section. He had worn the tattered bathrobe for many years, and he couldn't adapt to the men's tight trousers at all. It happened that the maple leaf pattern skirt over there, which was similar to his bathrobe, fit his aesthetics very well.

The sales lady was sweating profusely, she shook her head quickly, "It's for a girl, so it doesn't fit well."

"Is that so?" Zhou frowned distressedly, and pulled the jeans on his legs, "But it will be very abrasive."

"What are you grinding?" Gojo Satoru stood up, completely blocking his longing gaze at the women's clothing section.

Zhou showed a natural and innocent expression: "Ah."

The sales lady turned her face away, pretending she didn't hear anything.

Wujo Wu took a deep breath, "Don't tell me you never wear it."

"What to wear?" Day did not know why.

The white-haired man put his hands in his trouser pockets, turned around and left, "You stay here, I'll buy you underwear."

After the equipment was fully equipped, Zhou didn't feel uncomfortable at all, but he had to pull his pants from time to time, and asked with a frown, "Can't I really change to that?"

Gojo Satoru stuffed his torn bathrobe into the trash can without looking back, "Don't even think about wearing a skirt."

The man turned around and poked the center of Manju Ling's forehead with the tip of his index finger, "It's like adding sweetened milk to Coca-Cola, it won't work, you know."

Zhou groaned, thinking about adding the taste of milk to the coke at the fried chicken shop just now, it seems that it is really not very good.

Using food as an analogy allowed him to vividly understand the awkwardness of boys wearing skirts, thinking that human society is really troublesome.