I am cursed by the strongest

"Ah, I'm dead again..." Seeing the word GAMEOVER on the screen, Wutiaozhi angrily hugged the pillow and hammered it hard several times!

"Zhenjiang, it's time to go to bed!" Gojo Satoru, who was rarely playing games today, made the bed. The quilt was a soft quilt that had been exposed to the sun for a day today, exuding the sweet smell of peaches and fresh sunshine.

Gojo Satoru could already imagine the scene of himself rolling on the quilt with his fluffy Xiaozhichan in his arms.

"Wait, this game is good!" Wu Tiaozhi's skills are real, and the skills are terrible.

"Zhijiang~" Gojo Satoru couldn't help reminding him, "It's already eleven o'clock, it's time to go to bed!"

Wu Tiaozhi's schedule has always been very regular, but today he almost passed this test, but he is on the verge of a game that he can't pass no matter what!

"Immediately!" Wujozhi continued to point fingers while dealing with Wujo Satoru, and failed again at the last step before clearing the level.

Wujo Wu came to hug him, the little Wujo Zhi was still a little bit soft, and he could be hugged casually, but Wujo Wu became bigger, breaking through the height of 1.9 meters seemed to be only a few centimeters away , but if you really put him and the 1.8-meter dk Wu together, you can clearly feel the gap.

Gojo Satoru put his head on his small shoulders, rubbing his big head against his neck in aggrieved way: "Don't you want to sleep in bed with Ni-chan?"

It was the critical moment for Wujozhi, and he didn't want to let go of his hand to affect his operation, but the aggrieved Wujo Wu sounded so pitiful, so he turned his head sideways, and rubbed Wujo Wu's fluffy hair with his soft face.

"Ni-chan, be good, I'll play with you when I'm done with this game, okay?"

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips in displeasure, and as he grew bigger and bigger, but his personality became more and more childish, Gojo Satoru muttered: "I knew it! You love games more than sleeping with me I do. Sure enough, just like a scumbag is tired of a bad wife, Zhichan, you also feel troublesome about sleeping with me, right?!"

Wutiaozhi: "..."

Gojo Satoru completely forgot how he played the game all night yesterday.

Wujo Zhi, who had called Wujo Wu several times, was so sleepy that he lay in his arms and fell asleep.

"...After that, you'll—"

Wutiaozhi was in Wutiao Wu's babble, Xiao Caiji threw out two supernatural maneuvers in a row, and narrowly passed the level!

"Okay, okay! Let's go to sleep!"

Wujo Zhi finally freed his hands, buried his face in Wujo Wu's hair, and took a deep breath of the white peach-flavored shampoo.

"It's so sweet!"

Wujo Gojo burst into his eyes, and there seemed to be beautiful bright little stars in the blue eyes: "The new shampoo, in addition to the sweet peach flavor, also has a little bit of milk fragrance, do you like it? "

Although Wutiaozhi is not a sweet party, the taste is a common preference of children.I just like this kind of fragrant and sweet, it seems to fall into the feeling of peach cream marshmallow!

Wujozhi nodded, and couldn't help holding him and taking another breath.

So sweet, Ni Jiang.

Really like!My favorite is the noodle sauce!

Wujo Wu hugged him, and the little Wujo Zhi lay on his body, hugged his neck, and whispered to Wujo Wu's ear whispering to him.

"Huh? Is that like this? Then I'm going too!" Gojo Wu was coquettish with him, wondering if it was because there were a few super magic spirits for him to squeeze out in the past few years, and he didn't have to worry about it at all. small.

It's not about size, it's about character.

Clingy, coquettish.

Although he is still so willful, his bad personality seems to have changed a little bit.

Although it has become more childish, it is also cuter - in the eyes of Gojo Ji.

The quilt that has just been dried is indeed very comfortable. Wujo Wu and Wujo Zhi both like this kind of thick and soft quilt, so even in the hot summer, they like to sleep under this kind of quilt.

As for the heat - just turn on the air conditioner!

The air conditioner was operating at a minimum of 16 degrees, and the strong wind made the whole room chilly.

But the thick quilt gives people infinite warmth and happiness!

There is nothing more blissful than having a warm blanket in a cold environment!

As for wasting electricity?Ah, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter—the clepsydra, the director of the power plant who is environmentally friendly and energy-saving, has solved this big problem for the people of Liben!

Under the 24-hour enthusiastic work of the director of Lamor Clepsy, Liben has realized a completely environmentally friendly thermal power plant to supply electricity to the whole country!

"Ni-chan, good night..." Wujouzhi's hand was still subconsciously grasping Wujo Wutiao, maybe it was a habit, or maybe the experience of being forced to separate from Wujo Wujou had become an indelible shadow for him.

Gojo Satoru pressed against his little face, and even the sound of good night was vague and soft for the child who had already fallen asleep, and the waxy voice could make people feel the softest ripples in their hearts.

It seems that the whole heart has been soaked in a warm and comfortable hot spring.

"Have a good dream, Zhichan."

Gojo Satoru stayed up all night yesterday. He wanted to catch up on sleep during the day, but something went wrong with Osamu Dazai, so he went to the ZF lobby to watch Osamu Dazai being hammered into the ground by Chuya Nakahara. He brought his own bench Melon Seeds and Wu Tiao Zhi Ke would drink melons to quench their thirst when they were thirsty. Because it was so interesting, they accidentally delayed the evening.

This will also quickly fall asleep.

"Ni-chan... what time is it?"

Gojo Satoru was woken up by soft pushing and shoving.

"Oops! Ni-chan, it's already twelve o'clock! I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!"

The soft and waxy voice kept repeating in his ears, it seemed that he would not stop until he got up.

Gojo Satoru rarely had such a good sleep, he seemed to have slept for a long, long time, seven or eight hours?Or twelve hours?

Gojo Satoru couldn't remember the last time he slept for so long.

【Strongest】What does it mean?

Gojo Satoru stood at the highest vertex and saw the most beautiful scenery, but he also took on the heaviest responsibility.

【pillar】

【hope】

【The strongest】

They use such words to describe his existence.

In fact, Gojo Satoru doesn't care how he is judged at all.

Whether it is justice or evil, he just chose a path that interests him.Don't be kidnapped by everyone, don't care about anyone's evaluation, don't be restrained by anyone, and stride forward.

Whether it is exorcising the curse spirit, whether it is choosing to become a teacher to change the magic world in a gentle way...

All are his own choice!

Therefore, even if he can only sleep for two or three hours a day, and even has no time to rest, he can find something to make himself happy in his busy schedule.

——Having said that, it’s quite a pleasure to lie quietly on the bed and waste more than ten hours sleeping!

"Ni-chan!!!! Slacker Wujo Wu! Get up quickly!" Wujo Zhi was about to cry, but when he turned his head and saw Wujo Wu still sleeping under the blanket, his mentality almost collapsed .

"Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot—" Wujou jumped onto the bed like a small cannonball, and then slammed hard at Wujou, who was sleeping soundly while pulling the quilt over his head!

"Boom!"

Gojo Satoru was woken up by the blow!

His first reaction was unbelievable. He has developed fully automatic no-lower-limit without any dead ends. How can anyone in this world be able to break through his no-lower limit? !

Deep in the memory palace, a certain memory that he classified as black history began to attack him again, Gojo Satoru almost had difficulty breathing.

As soon as he lifted the quilt, he was stunned by the surprise of the child in front of him.

The familiar facial features are the ones he has seen since he was a child, and the familiar spell power is something he is all too familiar with!

This is--

"Ni-chan! Get up quickly!" Wu Tiaozhi threw his clothes to him, "You don't need to wash or anything, it doesn't matter if you don't want to change your pajamas! Anyway, we have to go out within 1 minute! Yi Ni-chan With your ability, we can definitely get to the cinema before the show, right?!"

When the little face, which was exactly the same as the six-year-old him, only with eyes of a different color, was enlarged in front of him, Gojo Satoru realized something was wrong.

This child, not him.

It should be said that this child is not human.

Rather, it was entangled and distorted by his spell power—what existed.

Not human, but not like a curse spirit either.

It's like, he doesn't belong to this world, some kind of obsession.

"Okay okay, I got it."

Six Eyes was continuously collecting information, Gojo Satoru stretched his waist, and tidied himself up under Wujo Zhizhi's urging.

Although he only rinsed his mouth and scratched his hair casually, when Gojo Satoru in a white shirt and black pants teleported to the movie theater with Gojo Zhi, it also caused some small commotions.

"Look, look, that man is so tall!"

"And so handsome!"

"Is that his brother? So cute!"

"So caring! I always feel that I will be a good father in the future!"

Gojo Satoru, who was already used to it, turned a blind eye to the whispering voices around him.

"Child, didn't you say you were going to the movies?"

Gojo Satoru was pulled by him and ran to the other side of the queue.

"We'll talk about things like movies later! The most important thing now is the limited number of Fatty Keys!"

Gojo Satoru seemed to have remembered something, took out the movie ticket and looked at it, the time written on it was not 12:05 at all, but 13:05.

The lateness mentioned by Wutiao Zhikou is also to get the Fatty's merchandise that only ticket-buying audiences can get with a small ticket before the audience arrives at the next show.

Gojo Satoru used to be an Internet-addicted teenager, and he was no stranger to such things around him, but he still felt a little confused when he saw the fat boy keychain in Wutiaozhi's hand: "Isn't there a fat boy who is exactly the same at home? "

"It's different! This is the Smiling Fatty that just came out today!" Wu Tiaozhi raised the keychain up to him on tiptoe, "The previous Smiling Fatty keychain was made of acrylic, but this one is made of soft rubber. It's different!"

Although he used to be an Internet addict, Gojo Satoru, who didn't have the hobby of collecting complete illustrated books around him, nodded perfunctorily: "Ah, it's completely different!"

Wujo Zhi, who was recognized, showed a soft smile, and the golden sunlight shining on him through the glass outside the house seemed to be somewhat dimmed because of his smile.

As expected of me when I was a child!so cute!

Gojo Satoru attributed the ripples in his heart to himself without hesitation.

"Child, what do you want to eat? Coke? Milk tea? Roasted sausage? Or egg tart?" Although he has a lot of work, Gojo Satoru is also a person who can enjoy life and be lazy. Fishing without burden!

Fatty's big movie or something, although it is a bit naive for children, but for a social person like him who has already taken part in the work, it is just right!

Wutiao Zhi didn't hesitate to ask whether to order all or both, but stared at Wutiao Wu for a long time: "Ni Jiang, you seem a little strange today?"

Gojo Satoru didn't pause at all when ordering: "This, this, and this, except egg tarts, five servings, and everything else needs two servings!"

After ordering the food to be eaten next, Wujo Satoru hugged Wutiaozhi into his arms: "What's so strange?"

Wu Tiaozhi put his arms around his neck, put his nose to the back of his neck, sniffed gently, then pulled his head and buried his face in his soft fluffy hair, everyone in the small shop burst into confusion. The aroma of rice flower milk tea egg tart, but the fresh and sweet white peach smell is still so good.

"Ni Jiang, I want to eat three sausages~" Wu Tiaozhi stretched out three short fingers.

"No!" Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand and "hidden" his soft fingers, "Zhijiang only has so much stomach, after eating three roast sausages, do you want to drink milk tea and eat egg tarts to show off French fries? ?”

An obvious distress appeared on Wutiaozhi's face.

"Then, Nani sauce also ate four egg tarts!" Wutiaozhi tried to use this to fight for the right to eat some more sausages.

Gojo Gojo said boldly: "I still have a second stomach for desserts! Egg tarts are sweet, so egg tarts don't take up space!"

"Mum, mum..." Wutiaozhi tried to use his brain to come up with a better excuse, but he didn't use the melon seeds very often, and when he used it, he became inflexible, so he could only pouted and put his head on Wutiao Wu's shoulder.

"Just one root..."

The wilted little face looked extremely pitiful, but he obediently did not make trouble, which made people feel distressed.

"Add another grilled sausage, corn-flavored."

"Boom!"

Something soft and warm was pressed against his face, and there was a loud bang, and it could be heard from his voice how happy he was.

Gojo Satoru was stunned.

Although when he first woke up, he was dazzled by the long-term happiness of sleep, and his head was a bit dull, but as soon as he woke up, Gojo Satoru understood the current situation in every detail.

This is not his world.

Although it is unbelievable, but he, Gojo Satoru, came to the parallel world after a normal sleep.

This world is slightly different from his world.

In his world, he slept in a high-end apartment that he rented for convenience, and because he was the only one living there, the apartment was full of tidy appearances.

Even tidy and unpopular.

——In fact, because he is always busy with various practical affairs, he doesn't go back to that apartment very often, and even if he does, he simply sleeps for an hour or two before leaving.

So "no popularity" is just a purely objective description.

However, in this parallel world, his place is no longer comparable to "not popular".

The large bedroom with an area of ​​28 square meters does not have any functional divisions. It is a bed full of fat and Pikachu. Even the leaflets and quilt covers are in bright yellow and pink colors. It is as cute as a [-]-year-old of single men are not in any relationship.

Although Gojo Satoru does have a girlish heart, but such a cute painting style is unnecessary!

A big bed is full of Fat Ding and Pikachu with different expressions, sizes and shapes, even the slippers thrown here and there by the bed look like white cats, just... Gojo Satoru feels quite Incredible.

Although it seems that he will be the kind of character who has a mess at home, Gojo Satoru's housework ability is also full marks. It is several years ago that he deliberately does not do good things and waits for others to clean them up.

There are opened bags of drinks and snacks on the soft carpet, the super-large screen used to play games is also in standby mode, the game controllers and comic books are scattered everywhere on the ground...

There are children's drawings with strange and distorted lines on the wall, and there are unfinished paintings and crayons scattered on the floor...

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like Gojo Satoru's own life.

Most importantly, a soft and hot little thing grabbed his clothes and curled up obediently in his arms.

A little child who closes his eyes is 99% similar to him. When he opens his eyes to reveal beautiful heterochromatic pupils, his temperament is completely different from his, but it can make his heart soft like a sandwich in jellybean.

"Ni sauce!"

The soft voice seems to be full of honey, but it is not greasy. I just want Gojo Satoru to indulge in this "Ni Jiang".

"I'm here." Gojo Satoru finished subconsciously, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that Gojo Zhi had jumped off his lap at some point, holding his hand to pick up the food.

"Ni Jiang, I'll give you a bite of the corn-flavored sausage later! But you can't finish it in one bite!" Wu Tiaozhi gestured with his free hand, "That's the most!"

Wutiaozhi's hands are very small.

It seems that the hands of a child who is 1.9 meter and an adult who is 2 meters cannot be compared in a simple way like X[-].

The small flesh seemed to be soft even to the bone, and it was thin, as if it could be crushed with a hard squeeze. It was so small that his hand could be completely hidden in the palm of his hand with a light grip.

It was the first time being held by such a small hand, Gojo Satoru even had a kind of cautiousness not daring to act rashly.

You need to be more careful than picking tender bean curd with chopsticks!

Gojo Satoru pretended not to hear clearly: "What? You said I couldn't finish it in one gulp? Then there's nothing I can do! Let me show you what it means to swallow it in one gulp!"

Wutiaozhi was dying of anxiety: "No, no, no! I want to eat, I want to eat! Zhijiang wants to eat!"

Gojo Satoru deliberately teased him: "What do Zhijiang want to eat? Huh? I want steamed buns."

Wutiao kicked him childishly: "Stupid Ni-chan! Badass Wu-chan!"

Gojo Satoru picked him up, sucked his little face that had been staring at him for a long time: "It's Ni-chan~"

Gojo Satoru pressed his head to his face, and the soft face conveyed a warm and comfortable sense of happiness.

Gojo Satoru was a little strange to this feeling, but it seemed not so strange.

Want more, want longer.

"Zhi-chan, I'm 'Oni-chan'~" Wujo Satoru said happy and dangerous words to Wujo Zhi like this. f

Wu Tiao Zhi tilted his head and stared at him for a while: "Ni Jiang, you are really strange."

Gojo Satoru's heart skipped a beat.

"However, I also like Ni-chan's acting like a spoiled child!"