I am the sick and weak sister of 5T5

"If she is really a super-level curse spirit—" Gojo Goto paused, raised his eyes to meet the eyes of the night moth Zhengdao, and said word by word: "I will solve her myself."

Ye Mozheng was silent, put down the half-made puppet in his hand, "Wu, what do you want to do?"

"It's nothing." Gojo Satoru looked down at the dirty baby in his arms, before he could give her a bath, "I just want to see what this baby is."

After all, even with his six eyes, he couldn't see through the baby completely.

After a while, he turned and walked out of the principal's office with the baby in his arms.

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Tokyo Metropolitan College of Magic and Magic——Instructor Dormitory

Gojo Satoru stared at the half-sinking baby crying in the bathtub, frowning, as if he was thinking about what to do.

The most powerful conjurer who can do almost everything encountered the first problem in his life when bathing a child.

So, should you wash your hair or your body first?Why is she crying all the time?Is the water temperature too high?

Gojo Satoru held Nanny's back with one hand, and tested the temperature of the water with the other hand. It seemed a little too hot, no wonder she kept crying.

He immediately added some cold water, and instead of stopping crying, the milk baby kept waving his limbs as hard as he could, making the water splash and splashing everywhere, making his face smell like blood of water.

"........."

"Rin, don't make trouble." Gojo Satoru was helpless, wiped the water from his cheeks, held the baby's fluttering little hand, and washed her quickly and simply, then hugged her and wrapped her in a clean towel.

After getting out of the water, the little milk baby suddenly stopped crying and obediently stayed in Gojo Wu's arms, allowing him to wipe his body with a towel at will.

Is it because you don't like bathing?

Gojo Wu raised his eyebrows, which was almost the same as that of ordinary human cubs, and a subtle emotion suddenly appeared in his heart.

He didn't have any baby clothes in his room, so he could only wrap the baby in a towel as a swaddle, and walked out holding her with one hand.

Now, he has to buy some baby daily necessities, such as clothes, feeding bottles, cradles and so on.

only……

This milk baby should be eating milk powder, right?

Wujo Wu frowned slightly, and looked down at the baby lying in his arms, sucking his thumb, and staring at him with round black eyes.

After washing, the milk baby is white and tender, more like a porcelain doll.

It's too good-looking.

He stretched out his index finger and gently poked the milk baby's chubby cheek, it was soft and elastic, and it felt very good...

Is this a child?

It's cute when it's not fussy.

It doesn't matter if I keep it for now, after happily making a decision, Gojo Satoru happily walked towards the mall with the child in his arms.

Wujo Satoru, who holds a wealth of wealth in his hand, is not soft at all. Everything he thinks is useful is put into the shopping cart, and it piles up into a hill in a short while.

"Sir, are you looking for milk powder? This milk powder is made by simulating the ingredients of human breast milk, reaching 99% similarity. Generally, there will be no worries about lack of nutrition after eating it until about one year old..."

"Okay, give me a can."

"Ow~"

"Sir, these baby clothes are made of the finest cotton..."

"Okay, give me ten."

"Woo~"

"Sir, these are toys suitable for babies under one year old, you..."

"Okay, give me one of different styles."

"woooo~"

Gojo Satoru bought countless baby accessories in one go, hugged the baby in his arms with one hand, and pushed the shopping cart with the other. After shopping in the mall for a long time, he quietly performed the teleportation with no lower limit, and returned to the world in the blink of an eye. A Japanese-style house I bought in Tokyo.

Although this Japanese-style house has been vacant for several years, someone will come to clean it every time, so the house is like a brand new one, and you can live in it directly with your clothes.

Gojo Satoru casually placed the sleeping baby on the sofa, just as he withdrew his hand, the baby opened a pair of clear black eyes as if aware of it, and the next second, he grinned and burst into tears.

"........."

Gojo Goku twitched his mouth, squatted halfway in front of the sofa, and lightly poked the little baby's face with his index finger, "Huh? Are you so reluctant to leave me?"

There was no way to let the baby cry like this, Gojo Satoru had no choice but to pick up the baby again, the baby stopped crying in an instant, and looked at him with big red eyes blinking.

In the next second, Gojo Satoru put her on the sofa again.

"Wow woo woo woo—"

He suddenly became interested, and kept repeating this action until the milk baby was tired from crying, and rolled his eyes at him humanely, lying on his back on the sofa, leaning sideways vigorously, with his ass facing the naive Wujo Satoru .

Gojo Satoru smiled very happily, stretched out his hand and gently pushed the little baby's chubby arm, "Rin, are you not crying?"

"If you cry again, my brother will definitely coax you."

"Ow!"

Nai Tuanzi waved her small fist and inadvertently punched Gojo Wu on the chin.

Gojo Satoru didn't feel any pain or itch, he squeezed Naiwa's soft little hand, and said with a smile, "Are you angry? Girls grow old when they get angry."