I am cursed by the strongest

"Hmm... Ni-chan?"

Wujo was sleeping very hard, and he felt something got into the quilt in a daze. He didn't know what it was, but subconsciously wanted to rely on Wujo Satoru.

"Ni sauce..."

"Jiangjiang~it's me!" Gojo Satoru popped his head out from under the quilt, his hair was messed up by static electricity, but it was fluffy like the fluffy fur of a milk cat.

Wutiao Zhiqiang opened his eyes, but his eyes were blurred due to the fever.

"Ni-chan..." Wujou reached out and grabbed Wujou's clothes, grunting aggrievedly, "I thought you were missing..."

"It's just going to the toilet!" Wujo Wu rushed over and rubbed his rosy cheeks, and asked softly, "Zhijiang, are you still feeling bad?"

——As long as I love Zhichan all the time, that's enough!As long as there is me, I will be fine!

Gojo Satoru's body was full of emotional whirlpools, but his voice was as lively as before.

Gojo Satoru couldn't think about the possibility that Ji-chan would die, because such a future would never exist.They are twins who have been together since before birth and will always be together.

There is only one possibility in the future-that is, Wu and Zhi will be together forever!

After taking the injection and taking the medicine, Wu Tiaozhi didn't feel so uncomfortable anymore: "It's not uncomfortable."

His voice was softer than that of a milk cat, his eyes were drooping, and his heterochromatic pupils were filled with mist, and he looked uncomfortable no matter what.

"Ni Jiang, go back to sleep, you'll be very sleepy in class tomorrow." Wutiao Zhi was so fuzzy that her words lost all logic.

"It doesn't matter," Gojo Satoru pulled the quilt over his head, and whispered to him under the quilt, "Today I quarreled with the Patriarch, and I don't want to see him tomorrow! I'm going to skip class."

It is also a skill to be able to say skipping class so confidently.

"Then..." Wutiaozhi posted Wutiaowu Weiliang's skin, "It's so uncomfortable to be sick, Ni-chan, don't get sick."

"Well, I'm not sick." Gojo Satoru cools him down with his palms specially blown cold, "Have you forgotten Zhichan? I have [No Lower Limit], the virus can't touch me!"

Wutiaozhi is very easy to deceive. Basically, Wutiao Wu can do what he says, and he can't turn his head after being ill, so it's even better to deceive.

"Naninny should be on all the time."

"Well, it's on." Gojo Satoru hugged him a little tighter.

Wutiaozhi stopped urging him.

Gojo Satoru is very precocious and has a strong learning ability. When his peers were still learning the kumtoyin, he was already able to read a literature book without hindrance—even though he didn't like it very much.

The book says that children are very fragile creatures. They are easy to get sick when they are cold, they are easy to get sick when they are hot, they are easy to get sick when they are too full, and they are also easy to get sick when they are not full...

Juvenile sauce is more fragile than ordinary children...

They've been together since before birth, and Gojo Satoru never thought they'd be apart.

So, when she wakes up from sleep, Zhijiang will rub her eyes and reach out to him for a hug.What a coquettish child!

"Zhi-chan, wake up tomorrow and say 'good morning' to Ni-chan!"

"Um……"

Children's energy is poor, and when they are sick, they become more tired and sleepy. The upper and lower eyelids can no longer be controlled, and they always want to stick together.

Gojo Satoru told him to sleep quickly: "Ni-chan will always be here, Zhi-chan, go to sleep obediently."

"Ah."

Wutiaozhi soon fell asleep, but he remembered a very important thing, and struggled to open his eyes again.

"Ni-chan, happy birthday~" In one month, no, it's only 29 days, and in 29 days, it will be their birthday.

"…………"

His heart ached as if being pinched by something, Gojo Satoru was silent for a long, long time.

Wujo Satoru, who was only five years old, couldn't understand why his younger brother was treated like this.Zhijiang obviously did nothing wrong, but no one is looking forward to his future.

The head of the family and the elders were happily planning the fifth birthday party for the god son of the Gojo family next month, and the whole Gojo family became busy because of this.

However, the child who was born at the same time as the Son of God was forgotten by everyone in a corner where no one was around.

"Tell me when it's your birthday!"

I don't know if it's because of illness, but the five juvenile eyes are covered with a layer of mist, the thick eyelashes are stuck together by the moisture, and they are wet, and there are large swaths of too bright blush on the face.

Wutiao Zhi was panting hard, her voice was hoarse and dry, and she could no longer hear the softness: "I want to talk to Ni Jiang first."

If you don't say it, what should you do if you can't say it?

Wutiao Zhi knew that he was weak, so weak that he couldn't change anything.

He wanted to be with his brother forever, but he was weak.

He is so weak that a cold, a fall, an order... He may disappear from Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Zhi cherishes the time spent with Gojo Satoru.But he knew very well that such a time would not be too long.

Don't blame anyone, it's just that he's just too useless, too weak.

Wutiaozhi is very strong, he seldom cries, even if he is teased or beaten, he will not shed tears, but maybe his eye sockets are too hot after illness and can no longer hold tears.

Big drops of tears fell down, and Wutiaozhi buried himself in Wutiao Wu's arms, whimpering like a small animal: "I want to have another birthday with Ni-chan, and I want to say 'Happy Birthday' to Ni-chan ', I want Ting Nijiang and me to 'Happy Birthday'."

"Zhijiang, we will always be together~" Gojo Satoru and him put their heads together, his blue eyes reflected the similar but completely different cute face, he emphasized, "We have had many, many birthdays together .”

Zhijiang will get better, it's just a fever, a fever, after the injection and medicine, Zhijiang will get better quickly like many times before when she was sick!

Even though he believed so, Wujou held his younger brother's hand and stayed up all night. No matter how much the clansmen praised him, and no matter how bright Wujou's future was, he was just a child under the age of five.

"Zhijiang, get better now~" Wutiao Satoru could feel that Wutiao's body temperature had dropped. Although it was still higher than normal body temperature, Wutiao's breathing had stabilized a lot.

When the sky was slightly bright, Gojo Satoru crept up, and he had to return to his room before Wutiao Qiuye went to wake him up.

"Ni sauce..."

"Ni-chan just went to the toilet!" Gojo Gojo rubbed his face.

With Six Eyes, it was very easy to sneak back without being noticed by anyone, so Gojo Satoru didn't panic at all.

Wujo Zhizhi knew that Wujo Wu would not leave him, but seeing Wujo Wujo's movement to leave, he still subconsciously held Wujo Wujo.

"Ni Jiang, no matter what happens, you must never forget me!" Wutiaozhi panted, and opened her heavy eyelids vigorously, the strange-colored pupils were filled with water, and her soft face was full of tears. Stubborn, wronged to make people pitiful.

"Ni Jiang, love me forever!" A large cloud of water mist condensed in the eye sockets, and the long eyelashes were wet, like a poor little butterfly in a rainy day, with a crying voice, his voice was so hoarse that it broke the heart , "Because, because I like Ni Jiang the most... the world's number one favorite..."