About my dream of being their mother

What a real surprise.

Gojo Satoru was shocked.

When cold water came out of the shower in the bathroom, he lowered his head in shock and covered his little Wuwu.

His, Armstrong's Revolving Gun, is gone!

When the shower finally started to turn on the hot water, Gojo Satoru looked down in shock and saw his Armstrong swing gun back again.

A question mark slowly appeared above Gojo Satoru's head.

Immediately afterwards, he showed a look of great interest.

"This is too interesting!"

He quietly tried his No Lower Limit, when the cold water was about to cover his body, he was automatically blocked, and when the hot water was about to cover his body, he was also automatically blocked.

Super - change from boy to girl freely!

I am indeed the strongest!

Gojo Satoru was extremely confident, adjusted the temperature of the shower water to cool, turned into a girl, put on the kimono again and walked towards his mother.

In fact, at the beginning——

Gojo Satoru lightened his steps, and slowly approached Yingzi.

——He didn't like this mother who appeared out of thin air.

Gojo Satoru held his breath as he eavesdropped on the conversation behind the door frame.

——"Impossible, Enlightenment must be brought up by myself."

——"But, ma'am, can you really take care of the child?"

--"OK."

—“…Sorry Ma’am, this is an order and not—”

bang.

Wujo went in.

The appearance of wearing a small kimono once again deeply hurt the members of the Gojo family.

They were angry and pointed at Madam tremblingly with their index fingers.

Where is the lady?

He didn't have much expression, and he showed his first smile since the conversation completely as if it were air.

She stood up, walked over, and held Wu's little hand.

"Go home, Wu."

——This is really...

Gojo Satoru burst into an extremely happy smile.

——I'm so happy.

This uncontrolled emotion seems to have an explanation.

Because Sakura is worthy of being loved.

Because Sakura deserves to be treated like this.

The hand that tightly held his inner world like a palm in the past has loosened.

This unreasonable love has been completely vented.

"Mom." Gojo Satoru showed a very cute smile, "I hate those old oranges so much."

"Old Orange?"

"Yeah, look at their wrinkled faces, they look like dry old oranges."

Yingzi smiled, "It really looks like an old orange."

"I hate them."

Gojo Satoru stopped.

"So, Sakurako can—"

"Kill them?" Yingzi smiled, "This will not solve the problem."

"Weeds can't be eradicated, they will grow again when the spring breeze blows."

"what……"

"So, Wu-chan." Yingzi hugged Wujo Satoru, gently stroking the short hair of the other party, the fluffy short hair was very smooth, which made her want to stroke it more like a cat.

There was light in her eyes.

With a flourishing ambition beyond words.

"Be the king."

*

Standing behind a million lives.

Be a real king.

Nothing can hurt you, no one can beat you.

I am truly the only one.

This is Yingzi's expectation, and it is also Yingzi's ambition.

Sakura had no other wishes.

She hopes that her children can grow up happily and happily, without running around for the house, without worrying about money, — without worrying about the most basic survival of human beings.

She wants everything to be as her child wishes.

——Even if this is wrong, it is impossible, it is simply impossible to achieve.

But Sakurako has been looking forward to this.

But this is not the case for Gojo Satoru.

What an...unspeakable emotion.

He embarked on a path of no return in his previous life.

Killed his best friend who was harmful to mankind with his own hands.

Killed countless curse spirits.

learned of the death of the younger generation.

Witnessed the process of being sealed.

Immediately afterwards, it must have been the death of Yuren Yuzu, who was rescued by himself and ate two fingers of Nuo...

What a tragedy.

His best friend was killed by himself because he wanted to kill ordinary people all over the world.

This is my best friend.

my best friend.

How many and how long a person's life is, but how many close friends can he have?

The longer the time that was sealed in the prison gate, the more Gojo Satoru could feel this feeling.

—he couldn't find his best friend anymore.

Miserable life.

A life of tragedy.

revolution.

Ended in blood...and ended in tragedy.

【"Become the king."】

Sakura's words lingered in his ears.

He can't forget, let alone forget.

"If you want to do this, Wu-chan needs to learn more about politics."

"politics……?"

"Yes, politicians are black-hearted."

"..."

"kindness?"

"I don't want it... I'm strong!"

"No matter how strong you are, you will be tricked." Yingzi smiled and pushed the person over, "If you don't want to read a book, then watch a movie."

"The Shawshank Redemption or The Godfather will do."

"……I see."

He added, "I'll watch."

The author has something to say: Let’s get fat first...

...the teaching qualification exam on the 30th of this month, and the analyst exam on the 31st...there is another futures exam on the [-]th of next month...(choked up)

After I finish the exam, I will definitely come back for daily updates!

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Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Mingjia; 3 bottles of Yuluoyansheng; cuteness is justice, Qianlan Xunyin, 1 bottle of vest daily;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!