Yokohama Miss Gojo Love Story

"Hui?" Gojo Satoru poked his head out from the door.

"What's the matter?" Fu Heihui stopped, his face full of reluctance.

He could almost guess what Gojo Satoru was going to tell him.

"Come in, let's talk about life?" Wujo Satoru opened the door.

Fu Heihui was silent for a second, but he still walked in. There is no way to escape from this kind of thing. He is no longer a child. He has a clear and firm goal for his life!

"Sit down." Gojo Satoru rarely sat upright on the sofa, and pointed to the seat beside him.

"What's the matter, just tell me." Fu Heihui stood up straight, just like his heart at the moment.

"You're going to be 15?"

"Ah."

"You're not very, very good at your current school?" Gojo Satoru resisted the urge to scratch his hair, trying to maintain a serious and persuasive posture, "You're not very happy, are you?"

"Okay……"

"If you are not happy, have you considered changing the environment?"

"No."

"Ah?" Gojo Satoru stared at his adopted son's indifferent and stubborn face for a few seconds, and thought he understood again, "Don't worry about Tsumiji, she will be well arranged."

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"Transfer to the Conjuration College?" Gojo Satoru said with a smile, "You can almost start practicing as a conjurer."

"No!" Fu Heihui turned around and left.

Gojo Satoru never expected that he would refuse so simply, and he didn't care about pretending to be a serious father, so he hurriedly dodged to block the door.

"Why don't you go? You have the power of mantras, you have spells, and you were born in the monastery of the 'Yu San Family'—"

"I have nothing to do with the Chanyuan family!"

Fu Heihui soon realized that he was too excited, took a few breaths, and resumed his indifferent attitude of rejecting others thousands of miles away, "I don't want to be a magician."

"Then you still practice spells?"

"That's just to be stronger. I have things I want to do."

"No, when I redeemed you from the Buddhist monastery, I already told the high school of conjuration that when you grow up, you will—"

"I didn't agree." Fu Heihui once again cut Wujo Wu's words like a knife, "How much money did you spend to redeem me, I will return it in full!"

"What did you say?" Wujo Wu's eyes were round, as if he was looking at a stranger. He stared for a few seconds, then his expression became sad again, and he sucked his nose hard, "Hui, what did I do wrong? You said such unfeeling words? It hurts the heart of the old father too much!"

Fu Heihui's eyes were slightly soft, and he seemed to hide a little apology, but his tone was still firm, "No. I am very grateful for your help, but I don't want to be a magician. I have my own ideals."

He said the word "don't want to" very emphatically.

In all his memories about "conjurers", whether it's for the Buddhist monks or the so-called high-level old men, he doesn't have any good feelings at all!

Besides, as the son of a "scumbag" despised by the magic world, what reason does he have to join them?

"What is your ideal?"

"mine--"

Fu Heihui's chest suddenly felt hot, and what happened at the izakaya last night instantly came to mind.

If this "ideal" was still vague before, it is becoming clearer now: he wants to be like the man in black, possessing unparalleled strength, coming and going as he pleases, and helping or beating someone severely according to his own judgment. some people.

Conjurers are not naturally good people, and ordinary people are not all worthy of help!

"What exactly is your ideal?" Gojo Satoru asked again.

"It's the port mafia!" Fu Heihui blurted out unconsciously.

Is that the name, the man in black said it?

"Port Mafia?" Gojo Satoru frowned.

Although I don't know what it is, when I hear the name, it is full of the breath of Secondary School. Could it be an organization of bad boys?No wonder Megumi has been getting more and more violent lately!

"I don't agree!" Gojo Satoru shook his head decisively.

"You, why don't you agree?" His domineering tone immediately provoked Fu Heihui's backlash.

"Because I'm your father now!" Gojo Satoru pointed to his nose, "Before your own father died, he also told you to 'do as I please'."

joke!Just want to control your life based on the last words of a completely irresponsible, barely remembered scumbag?

Fu Heihui didn't argue, and went straight out the door.

"Huh? You brat, aren't you too conceited?" Looking at the haughty back, Wujo Wu's self-esteem was hit.

I have to give Hui a little bit of a taste, let him know what an ideal life is, and it's not something that can be willful just by lip service!

Gojo Wu flicked two fingers, Fuhei Huiqi Yu's imposing figure paused, and then a very strange posture appeared: as if he was trying to move forward, but he couldn't move one step at a time?

"What are you doing?" Fu Heihui was shocked and angry.

Wujo Wu said slowly, "Hui, you are still too immature to even walk out of this corridor, so why are you talking about lofty ideals? Why don't you obediently go to the Conjuration College to study?"

"I absolutely, won't, go!" Fu Heihui exerted all his strength.

However, it seems that there is an invisible hand behind him, firmly controlling him, and he can only be like a ridiculous puppet jumping around in place...

Fu Heihui knew that Gojo Satoru was very strong, and if he stayed by his side, he would definitely become stronger.

But the price is that you have to be a conjurer!Must take orders from the ridiculous upper echelons of the magic world!

The end is, like now, what's the difference with a puppet?

Snapped!

Fu Heihui slapped his palms, and the shadows of his hands were reflected on the ground. He planned to summon Shikigami and fight Gojo Satoru. It was certain that he would fail, but he would not give up fighting for freedom!

"Master Hui?" Suddenly, a crisp call interrupted his operation.

A woman in an old-fashioned kimono with thick makeup on her face came over with clogs.

"Master Hui, Patriarch, it's time for dinner." Wutiao Qingguang bowed towards them.

Fu Heihui felt his back loosen suddenly, and his body regained his freedom.

Behind Wujo Wu's sunglasses, suspicious eyes flashed.

He was the first to accept the spell, fearing that it would affect this woman. If she had something good or bad, it would be terrible to depend on him for the rest of her life!

However, at the moment of closing the spell, there seemed to be a strong and gentle force crashing into his spell circle. If he didn't have the closing spell, would he lose control of Fu Heihui?

When did Hui have such great ability?Or, from... this woman?Or, just an illusion?

Gojo Satoru walked up to Wujo Qingguang, walked behind her back, and walked around her.

The whole body is wrapped in a bucket-like kimono, and even the measurements of the body cannot be seen, let alone whether it has been practiced.

However, the mana that can be detected is very weak, only slightly higher than that of ordinary people.

Hey, there is no powder on the back of the neck, and the rosy complexion looks pretty?The lines are also good, and there is this taste...

Gojo Satoru stared at the back collar of Wujo, which was slightly open in the clear light, and there seemed to be a faint and warm fragrance floating from the end of his nose, as if he still felt a little familiar?

He unconsciously lowered his head, bringing his nose closer to that beautiful neck.

This is too wretched!

Fu Heihui couldn't stand it any longer, and said "Hello".

Gojo Satoru finally came back to his senses, a little embarrassed, coughing dryly to cover up his embarrassment, "Ahem, what are you talking about?"

What the hell, just now he seemed to have a similar feeling for this old-fashioned woman?

Is it the reason for falling out of love?Or have you been a bachelor for too long, and your body is panicked, and your mind is also out of order?

"I'm here to invite the Patriarch and Young Master Hui to have dinner." Wutiao Qingguang turned around, and her beautiful and natural neck was no longer visible.

"Dinner?" Gojo Satoru was forced to take a step back by the white face, and his face also changed.

In the past few days, he has had enough. What is more terrifying than this big white face is the food cooked by this woman!

"Uh, I, I—" Gojo Satoru quickly choked out an excuse, "I have dinner with friends tonight, haha, eat at home obediently!"

Gojo Satoru patted Fu Heihui on the shoulder, and immediately ran away.

This disobedient child, let him eat black food as punishment!

"Patriarch, go slowly." Wujo Qingguang also smiled.

That's just right, he's not at home, so he can save himself making up excuses, or sneaking out to play!

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Tomorrow I will memorize the assessment materials for one day, stop updating for one day, and continue the day after tomorrow~