Chapter 85

It feels so good to be a waste at home. In just two days, the feeling of being a social animal was washed away by the love of the parents.

Feng Haya Rin nudged her head in the woman's arms, acting like a puppy.

"Are you so clingy to your mother?" Feng Haya saw her daughter clinging to her wife since she got up, and laughed and teased: "Then just stay at home for a few more days."

Feng Haya Saori rubbed the little girl's head and asked: "Do you want to go shopping?"

"No." Feng Haya Rin narrowed her eyes, sniffing the pleasant smell of the woman like a puppy, and said stickyly: "Mom, I love you."

Feng Haya Saori bent her eyes and answered gently and firmly: "Mom loves you too."

However, she pinched her daughter's neck, and when the girl looked up blankly, she held her face and asked with concern: "Baby, what happened recently?"

Her own daughter, who had been pretending to be a little adult since she entered junior high school, had not been so clingy and acted like a spoiled child with her parents for a long time.

"Yeah." Feng Haya Rin hugged the woman's waist and said, "I had a dream. I dreamed that I was an orphan in my previous life

. Every time I looked at other people's parents, I was particularly envious." Feng Haya Saori did not preach that it was just a dream, but patted her daughter's back and soothed her softly, "Then mom and dad are very happy to be Rin's parents in this life."

Feng Haya Rin sniffed and said a little hypocritically, "Then if I'm not that good, will you like me?"

"Of course, baby doesn't need to be perfect. I will love you and protect you just like your mother." Feng Haya Rin inserted a toothpick into the peeled bunny apple.

Feng Haya Rin hummed for a while, then opened her mouth and waited for her parents to feed her like a baby swallow.

Feng Haya Saori snatched the bunny apple from the man's hand and happily fed her childish daughter.

Feng Haya Rin, who had his job taken away, felt a little aggrieved. After thinking for a while, he went to the kitchen to cut the watermelon and planned to make a watermelon cup.

Feng Haya Rin and her mother were sick for a long time before she reluctantly glanced at her father who was holding two watermelon cups.

"Thank you, Dad~" She reached out to take the watermelon cup.

Feng Hayatake reminded: "What else?"

"Dad, I love you!" Feng Hayatake bit the straw, smiled with two dimples and said: "I love you the most."

Feng Hayatake Saori was amused by her husband who was covered with small flowers.

Feng Hayatake touched his daughter's head, his eyebrows and eyes were full of tenderness: "Dad and Mom love you the most too."

This is the baby born under his and Saori's expectations.

It is no exaggeration to say that from the first cry, the couple are willing to give their lives for it.

Feng Hayatake rubbed the calluses on her father's palm like a cat, and her fingertips unconsciously twisted the drooping purple hair: "Dad, do you think there is any way to solve the problems in the magic world."

Since she was a child, she has been instilled that her parents are the most reliable and she can go to her parents if she has problems that cannot be solved.

Therefore, after realizing the dilemma of Geto Suguru and the corruption of the magic world, she thought for a long time and decided to go home to talk to her parents.

The Fuzawa couple also knew about the world of sorcery. When they first came to recruit students, the father almost asked about their daughter's underwear.

Unlike parents who usually taboo their children being too special, the Fuzawa couple accepted their daughter's specialness very quickly. When she was young, they even dressed her up as a little witch or magical girl.

This also led to the fact that for a long time, Fuzawa Rin believed that she was a beautiful girl of love and justice, carrying a broom every day to fight for world domination.

Fuzawa Rin: "What's the specific problem?"

The girl bit the straw of the watermelon juice, and a cold sweetness rose in her throat: "That's it, there are not many people, and the sacrifice rate of sorcerers is too high."

Saori's cherry-colored nails tapped the glass: "Baby, let's do attribution analysis first."

"Of course it's sorcerers..." Fuzawa Rin suddenly realized something, sat up straight and said seriously: "Although there are few sorcerers, I think the reason for the small number of people is that there are few people with the same ideas."

If you say that there are few sorcerers, then there are indeed not many, but asking a group of students to risk their lives is obviously not just a problem of few people.

Feng Zaoyi nodded and continued the discussion: "When there is a problem with the social structure, what should the baby prioritize?"

Feng Zaoyi Rin: "Resource allocation!"

"Is resource allocation caused by the overall lack of resources?" Feng Zaoyi asked with a smile.

Feng Zaoyi shook her head and said: "It is because of the disharmony in the redistribution stage."

Feng Zaoyi said: "That is, there are people in high positions who focus on or use some abnormal means to obtain more resources, thereby exploiting the resources at the bottom." "

Yes, because there are not many magicians on missions, some low-level magicians are forced to handle tasks that are not within their level range, resulting in a large number of sacrifices." Feng Zaoyi thought of the information she had investigated before, and said coldly: "To some extent, these people are also one of the exploited resources."

Feng Zaoyi looked at the father and daughter asking and answering, and her eyebrows softened.

"Apart from these reasons, is there also some problem with the system of sorcerers themselves?" Feng Zaozhi nodded his daughter's head: "Like the monopoly promotion channel that Bao Bao said, the inequality between work and remuneration..."

Although Feng Zaozhi dotes on his daughter, he never forces her to do this or that.

He clearly recognizes that although the child is conceived by them, he is also a free individual.

Feng Zaozhi has been taught since childhood that he has the right to think and refuse, even at home.

The seemingly huge and general problems are analyzed layer by layer by the elders, and then the younger ones are guided to think about the essence of the problem.

It was particularly hot in the afternoon, and the sun was blocked by heavy clouds. The sky was gray, as if it was foreshadowing that a heavy rain was about to fall.

Feng Zaozhi walked out of the house with a head full of questions and answers, and packed four cold noodles when passing the street.

"I met a weirdo today." Gojo Satoru noticed the girl returning to school at the first time, rushed up and hugged her and said stickyly.

"Idle Kujuku Yuki?" Rin Kazehaya rubbed the cat's head and suddenly asked, "Satoru, have you thought about the future?"

"Yes!" Gojo Satoru nodded.

Rin Kazehaya: "What kind of future is it?"

"Of course we get married!" Gojo Satoru showed a very silly smile: "Rin in a wedding dress must be super cute, and the baby must be cute too, and it would be best if it looks like Rin."

Mrs. Kazehaya looks very similar to Rin. When Gojo Satoru thought about having a little Rin stand in front of him in the future, he felt his heart melt.

"Idiot?" Rin Kazehaya was speechless for three seconds, and poked the boy's face: "I'm asking about the future of the magic world."

"Huh? The magic world?" Gojo Satoru thought for a while and replied, "That's it."

"Welcome back." The black-haired boy had beads of sweat on his forehead and his school uniform was covered with dust. He was holding a bottle of mineral water.

"Fighting again?" Feng Zaolin's eyes flashed with understanding, and then he asked with a little curiosity: "What's the reason this time?"

Gojo Satoru was like a loud speaker, shouting: "It's still this guy. He actually listened to what that weird old lady said."

Geto Xiayou drank a big sip of mineral water to cool off, and then retorted: "Satoru, that's not without reason."

"What reason?" Gojo Satoru said impatiently: "Unless all ordinary people are eliminated, that situation will never come true."

Cursed spirits are generated by people's negative emotions, so creating a world where cursed spirits will never be generated, wouldn't that mean eliminating all ordinary people?

Geto Xiayou: "That doesn't mean you can completely deny her idea."

It is undeniable that at that moment, Geto Xiayou really had that unorthodox idea, but Gojo Satoru's scolding to Jiujiu Yuki also made him realize that this thing was impossible.

Feng Hayarin tilted his head: "Then how can we reduce the number of cursed spirits? Has Geto thought about it?"

Geto Xiayou quickly replied: "I'll take more missions." This answer

is completely in line with this guy's stubborn heroism.

"One person's power, even if he is busy like a spinning top, can hardly guarantee peace." Feng Haya Rin looked at the person at a distance thoughtfully, and said in a slow tone: "Have you considered making the existence of magicians public?" "

Don't rush to refute, I know the current theme requires ordinary people to have a stable mentality." The purple-haired girl laughed, and her eyes were beating with a light that was more blazing than the blue flame: "Make the existence of magicians and cursed spirits public, and sell curse tools to non-magicians at the same time. They can also handle low-level cursed spirits themselves, and extend it down according to the junior colleges, and start training in advance in the primary and secondary schools of cursed arts."

The freshmen who had just entered school had the highest sacrifice rate. After a hasty training and teaching, they were assigned tasks. If the cursed spirits had a little accident, the people would naturally have accidents.

Obviously, the three major families all have their own armed departments, but there are not many magicians who actually participate in the missions. They are more likely to fight for power in the rear.

"Also, the promotion channels for monopolists, well, I haven't thought about it yet, but the basic guarantee of four insurances and three funds should be there." Feng Haya Rin rubbed his head in distress, feeling that there were more problems.

Gojo Satoru rubbed his purple head vigorously and said lightly: "This is not easy to do. There are too few people."

Satoru actually realized this problem?

Feng Hayarin looked up in surprise.

The blue eyes that were as bright as stars and as deep as the sea were matched with eyelashes as white as snow. It

was really spotless and beautiful.

Gojo Satoru moved closer and first touched the girl's forehead with his lips, and then asked with a playful smile: "What's wrong, do you find that I am more handsome?"

"Yeah." Feng Hayarin pinched his chin with his backhand and rubbed his soft lips with his fingertips: "It turns out that Satoru has already thought about it."

When people can realize this problem, it means that they have already thought about it.

Xia Yujie suddenly realized what Gojo Satoru meant and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The so-called too few people do not mean that there are too few magicians, but that there are too few people with the same ideas.

The world of magic needs fresh blood, fresh blood that is not controlled and restricted by the three major families and can work hard for a better future.

"Of course I can realize that." Gojo Satoru tilted his head and said confidently: "I've already said it, I ran away because I hate those guys."