After falling into the Niangyaoquan, I became attached to the strongest

Gojo Satoru encountered the first problem of this century that made him feel numb.

His boyfriend - shrunk.

When he woke up, the person lying next to him was gone, and there was a little boy with short black hair in the room. He was only about six or seven years old. Stare at yourself.

After observing for a while, he was surprised to find that the mantra fluctuations on this paralyzed kid were exactly the same as Qingli's. Looking at it this way, the face that hadn't grown up yet faintly matched his boyfriend's appearance.

Before Gojo Satoru asked him, the little boy was the first to ask.

"Who are you? Where is this?"

He looked relatively calm, although he was at a loss due to being in an unfamiliar environment, but he was considered very calm for his age.

Gojo Satoru thought it was very interesting, and instead of responding to the child's question immediately, he picked up his mobile phone and clicked on him to take a photo and sent it to the group.

Seeing that he ignored him, the boy frowned and took a step back vigilantly, then turned around and ran towards the bedroom door.

However, before he touched the doorknob, there was an attractive force that dragged him to fly backwards and fell back to the bed.

"Hey, don't run, don't run, I'm not a bad person, what's your name, kid?"

Gojo Satoru held down the child who was still moving around, distractedly looked at the reply on the phone screen, and said a few words of comfort very carelessly.

Shoko: Hehe, which one of you was born, it's pretty similar.

Suguru: When will Saotome have an extra brother?

"...My name is Haruhi."

Seemingly finding that he couldn't escape, the little boy who simply gave up struggling said his name reluctantly, and lay still on the bed.

And Gojo Satoru, who received the letter here, sent a reply to the same period with one hand.

Satoru: It's Haruna, he's turned into a child.

Satoru: And he doesn't know me at all. I vaguely observed the traces of time and space from him, and preliminarily speculated that the past Haruhito and the present Haruto have been exchanged.

Shoko:? ? ?

Suguru:? ? ?

Question marks popped up all over the screen on the phone, which was enough to show how confused the friends were.

Satoru: Anyway, that's it. I'll take him to the high school later, and you can check it for me, Nitro.

Shoko: Yes.

Gojo Satoru put down his phone, and refocused on a child who was covering his head with a quilt and pretending to be dead. He lowered his head and whispered demons in the other's ear.

"Oh, your name is Haruhi, right? Let me tell you a secret, my name is Gojo Satoru, and I'm your future boyfriend."

"........."

Qingli pulled down the quilt suddenly, her eyes were full of disbelief, even mixed with a trace of panic, and after the panic ended, she began to doubt life again, and her whole body became depressed.

Noticing the child's unlovable expression, Wujo Wujo laughed compassionately, pinching his chubby little face, only to realize that Qingli was so easy to deceive when she was a child, she believed everything she said.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you, but this place is indeed 20 years later. To put it simply, you have accidentally traveled to the future. If you don't believe me, you can call your mother to confirm."

Gojo Satoru searched for a while in the phone's address book, dialed a video call, and the other party connected quickly, and came a female voice that Qingli was all too familiar with.

"Wu Jun? What's the matter?"

As soon as Haruto heard Saotome Masako's voice, she turned over and got up and leaned forward, looking at the screen of the phone curiously. Her mother, who was a little older, appeared on the screen, and when she saw herself, she let out an unexpected ah.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of astonishment as if seeing a rare animal on the other end of the phone, and then called the person off the screen.

"The child's father, come and see, Qingli has rejuvenated him! Oh, this appearance is really nostalgic."

After a while, Hiroma Saotome's big face wearing glasses was stuck on the screen, looking at the child's face with a very surprised expression.

"Even if you don't want to submit the manuscript, you can't make yourself smaller to avoid problems, right?"

Haruhi: "..."

There was a look of despair on Haruhi's face.

Just in case Xiaoqing was thin-skinned and shut himself in place again, Gojo Gojo managed not to laugh out loud. He briefly explained the matter to Saotome Masako, and after understanding the situation, the other person put away his expression of not thinking it was a big deal to watch the excitement. It was just a temporary exchange, and because my husband and I were out of town for a while and couldn't make it back, I comforted my son with a few symbolic words, so that he could relax and live with Wutiao Wutiao.

At the end, Masako Saotome looked a little worried, and after seeing Gojo Satoru took the phone, she thought about it and reminded him.

"Haruto at this age has a difficult personality, so I hope Wu-kun will be more considerate. If you have any questions, you can call me at any time."

After all, she hung up the phone and continued to live with her husband.

Haruto thought it was a wrong decision to meet her mother, but at least she accepted her current situation completely.

Seeing his face full of bitterness and hatred, Wu Tiaowu pinched the child's face and said sarcastic words: "Did you hear that, your mother said that you will live with me, you see I didn't lie to you."

"........."

Qingli turned her face away and didn't want to pay attention to him, then turned her face back after a few seconds, and nodded hesitantly.

Wutiao Wuxin said that although he didn't like to talk a little bit, he was quite obedient, and he couldn't be so difficult to get along with.

"Don't be unhappy, I will take you out for a stroll later, so that you can meet your future friends."

Then he saw the child's strange face, very puzzled.

Haruhi: "My future self...do I have any friends?"

Gojo Satoru: ...?

Qingli felt more and more incredible: "Why do I want to be friends with those fools around me? Am I crazy?"

Gojo Satoru: "..."

This is really an unexpected answer.

He was a little curious about what happened to Qingli when he was a child, but judging by the way he even spoke depending on his mood, he probably couldn't figure out why.

But when he thought that he didn't have any friends before he went to college, Gojo Satoru suddenly understood.

"Well... well, it's your friend when you grow up. It's different from the ones you knew before. After finally coming here, don't you want to go out and have a look?"

"......All right."

Sunny compromised.

At present, it seems that I can't go back for the time being. It's better to go out with the other party to have a look. Anyway, it won't be worse than the current situation.

What's more...he actually believed what Wujo Satoru said.

Even if he didn't have his own intuition to remind him, based on what happened now, he had no choice but to believe in this explanation.

Suddenly, he raised his face with an extremely serious expression.

"Are you really my boyfriend when I grow up?"

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment, and immediately raised a bright smile.

"of course."

The boy continued to ask: "Why should I like you."

So he said more confidently: "Because I look good."

"........."

Qingli stared at him for a while, was speechless for a long time, then slowly looked away.

Forget it, I was also a fool when I grew up.

Thinking of this, he sneaked another glance at the other party, and then looked away again.

Hmm...although it's really pretty.

Putting on his sunglasses and his regular uniform, Gojo Satoru lowered his head and found the little boy was staring at him again, so he squatted down with a smile on his face.

"What's the matter? Are you fascinated by my handsome figure?"

Qingli didn't like him at all, her eyes didn't fluctuate, she was silent for a moment before slowly saying: "It's very beautiful, why do you want to block it?"

Gojo Satoru reacted for a while before realizing what he was referring to.

"Eyes? You said the same thing when you grew up. Are you sure it's the same person?"

He knew that her boyfriend liked his eyes very much, but he didn't expect her boyfriend with a small size to like them too.

Alas, Gojo-sama's charm is truly incomparable, even if it charms a kid, it's not a problem at all.

He explained in a good mood: "Because my eyes are very special, I need something to cover them."

Hearing this, Qingli frowned.

"Your eyes are sick?"

Gojo Satoru: "..."

Gojo Satoru's face froze, and then he slapped him on the top of the head.

"Children are not allowed to swear."

.........

"Yo, here we come."

Sitting in the rest room of the college, drinking coffee, he saw Gojo Satoru walking in casually with a young boy in his arms.

She looked up and down at the tense child who was clutching Gojo Wu's clothes, and wondered, "What's wrong with him?"

Gojo Goku rubbed Xiao Qingli's hair: "Just now I randomly caught a low-level curse spirit on the side of the road and wanted to test him, but I accidentally scared him."

Home into the glass: "......"

Please be yourself.

Not wanting to comment on this man's bad behavior, she turned her eyes back to the boy and raised her eyebrows: "Looking at it this way, Saotome was quite cute when she was young."

"Cute is cute, but it's really not pleasant to talk about."

Jia Ruozi gave him an annoyed look, "You have the right to criticize others?"

"...Glass, believe it or not, I will cry for you."

"I'm not interested in your crying face."

"Is your heart made of stone? What a cold and heartless woman."

Gojo Satoru pointed at her and complained, but the latter didn't bother to talk to him at all.

The bickering between the two stopped and they quickly got back to business.

Because Haruna was not traumatized, Gojo Satoru just brought him here to ensure that there were no additional problems in his body, and Kabuki checked the child with a reversal technique and came to the conclusion that everything was normal, so he was completely relieved .

After finishing the inspection, Jia Ruozi refilled himself a cup of coffee.

"Then what should he do? Did you keep him until he went back?"

"That's the only way to go. Maybe I can change it back tomorrow morning. I don't know how to deal with brats."

Gojo Satoru placed his chin on top of the boy's head, bringing out the sinisterness of the unscrupulous adults to the fullest.

Haruhi raised his hand unbearably burdened, and slapped him in the face, but it hit an invisible transparent barrier.

Haruhi:?

Haruto looked at her palm in confusion, not understanding what happened just now, but Gojo Satoru, the culprit, looked at this scene and laughed.

Home into the glass: "......"

How can this kind of scum have a partner? It's really a blind cat meeting a dead mouse.

Wujo Wujo, who had had enough laughing over there, rubbed the top of Xiaoqingli's hair meaningfully. After a pause for two seconds, he suddenly remembered something, and he clenched his fist and slammed it on his palm in surprise.

"By the way, Kei is still in school."

Sensing a hint of bad premonition, Jia Ruozi asked vigilantly: "...What do you want to do?"

Then she saw the other party take out her mobile phone, typing a series of words on the screen happily, and after sending it, she showed the screen in front of her eyes as if showing off.

Satoru: Xiaohui, come to the common room of the teaching building, it's urgent!

Home into the glass: "......"

Jiarui Nizi hesitated to speak, his lips moved for a long while and finally didn't know what to say, so he could only light the wax for Fu Heihui silently.

Fu Heihui was doing weekend physical training with the second-year seniors in the open space when she received the news from Wujo Satoru.

Seeing him stop and look at his mobile phone, Zenyuan Maki was carrying a training bamboo stick and looked at him with displeasure.

"Don't get distracted while training."

Fu Heihui turned the phone over and showed her the message on it, and replied, "Teacher Wu Tiao asked me to go to the lounge now."

"Huh? What is that idiot going to do again, and why did he come to school today?"

Zenyuan Maki's expression suddenly became unhappy, but seeing Gojo Satoru seemed very eager, she waved him to go.

Fu Heihui bowed slightly, then trotted towards the teaching building, and...then he saw a horrifying scene.

——His nominal guardian is holding a little boy with short black hair in his arms, who looks like a shrunken version of Haruno Saotome.

Fu Heihui, who rarely had an exaggerated expression on his face, couldn't help showing a dumbfounded expression.

He looked at Gojo Satoru who was greeting him, then at Iariko with a blank face, and finally at an extra little boy with his head down playing with sunglasses.

Fu Heihui asked uncertainly, "This is...?"

Wutiaowu accepted the quarrel, and clasped his arms dissatisfiedly and slapped him: "It's Qingli, can't you recognize it when it gets smaller? Huiyou is so bad."

Fu Heihui:?

Fukurohui immediately said in astonishment: "This is Saotome?! What happened?"

"Actually, it's not a big deal. The Qingli you knew disappeared with a snap, and now the child Qingli from 20 years ago is in front of you!"

"...isn't that a big deal?"

"Oh, it will be changed back, don't worry."

Saying that, Gojo Satoru lovingly kneaded the boy's face, and didn't let go until he was irritated by the harassment. Qingli covered her pinched red cheeks with a sullen little face, and it took a while to recover, and raised her finger to enter the door Fu Heihui asked.

"Who is he? Is he also my friend?"

Gojo Satoru said without hesitation, "He is our child."

So this shock turned into Xiao Qingli.

"Haha, I lied to you. You can believe everything. It's so cute and silly."

Haruhi: "..."

Seeing the child's gloomy appearance again, Jiarui Niuzi couldn't stand it any longer. If this continues, it will leave a psychological shadow on people, so he reminded Wujo Wu that enough is enough, and be careful that he will find out about it after Saotome returns.

After the latter responded repeatedly without distraction, he turned to look at Fu Heihui, who had a weird face as if he was recalling some bad memories, and said with a straight face.

"Hui, you came at the right time, Xiaoqingli will leave it to you, and you can also experience my hard work back then?"

A question mark slowly appeared above Fu Heihui's head.

If I remember correctly, you were the one who bullied me the most back then, right?

There were countless things he wanted to say in his heart, but since his trumpet Saotome was still here, he held back all of them.

"Remember not to make him cry."

"......would not."

.........

"That's how it happened. I brought Saotome down."

Fu Heihui glanced at the boy who was having fun with the black and white jade dog, and explained the ins and outs of the matter to Zenyuan Maki with a blank face.

Zenin Maki clicked her tongue.

"Then are we still training?"

"It probably won't work."

Fu Heihui turned his head to look at the other people who came over to talk with the boy at some point, not to mention the first graders, the second graders Panda Senior and Goujuan Senior also followed the Jade Dog, and no one was in the mood to continue training up.

Seeing this, Zenyuan Maki rolled her eyes speechlessly, and did not comment on these contemporaries and juniors who were lazy and slippery when they found opportunities.

In the rest room on the third floor, Jiarui Niuzi stood by the window, nodding his head and taking a sip of his coffee.

The chirping voices of the first and second graders sounded from the playground in the distance, combined with the chirping birdsong, they came into the room. Looking at the sound, the boy was surrounded by a group of young people, making him look weaker, pitiful and helpless.

But instead of continuing to be persecuted by Gojo Satoru, it is better to let him stay with the young people.

"Speaking of which, did Saotome go back to 20 years ago?"

"If nothing else, that's it."

After wiping the sunglasses clean and putting them back on the bridge of his nose, Gojo Satoru rested his hands behind his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Maybe I will meet me when I was a child, ah...I really look forward to it."