Personnel Corrector

Xia Youjie certainly kept his word when he said that he would contract the lunch box for the next day.

As soon as school was over, he went straight to the supermarket. Xia Youjie picked and bought some vegetables and a big bento box.

Carrying the bag and walking out of the supermarket gate, when the traffic light was waiting for a black car to pass by him counting down the seconds, Xia Youjie didn't pay much attention, he searched the recipe on his phone for review, and when the green light turned on, he headed home go.

Xia Youjie's residence is not far from the school. The front street is a crowded hypermarket, and the back street is a quiet rich man's villa area. The area where Xia Youjie's apartment is located is a noisy filter for the hypermarket. During off-duty (study) time, various noises that cannot be blocked by the walls will affect the lives of residents.

But it was not a problem for Xia Youjie. He turned the key to enter the apartment, and then put down a soundproof "tent" to block the noise from the outside world.

Tomorrow's bento is sweet thick egg yakiniku, plus a few home-cooked dishes and miso soup. The dessert after the meal is boxed pudding bought in the supermarket... If Wu wants to eat cake, go to the dessert shop with him after school to eat.

After steaming the rice, Xia Youjie set the alarm clock for getting up early, and began to sort out some basic information.

First of all, the setting of each world does not exist for no reason. Since there is an extra gender of "asexual", it must be related to the plot.

The heroine Tsuruta Yo is undoubtedly a woman, and the hero Gojo Satoru must also be a man...

Arima Risheng.

A name suddenly appeared in Xia Youjie's mind.

Xia Youjie's impression of Ma Risheng in physical education class was that he was a beautiful boy before his classmates introduced him in advance.

It is not polite to judge others.

Xia Youjie apologized to Arima in his heart.

Arima Hissei's hair is neither long nor short, with bangs barely above his eyes.There is a lock of hair at the back of the neck, which can barely be tied into a small braid.

But if someone told him: Arima Hisei is a girl.

Xia Youjie probably wouldn't find it strange, so he accepted it after being surprised.

Arima Risheng has a soft appearance, is shorter than ordinary boys, and doesn't have much strength in his feet when he plays football. Compared with the real boys around him, he always lacks that touch of masculinity.

The other party has not yet developed a gender, lacks male hormones, and is neither close to boys nor close to girls. In a class where the gender has been completely differentiated, it is indeed a bit out of place.

It is impolite to comment on Arima Hisei in this way, and it is even more excessive to speculate on the opposite sex at will.So Xia Youjie's next object of thinking skipped the heroine Tsuruta Yang, and it was Gojo Satoru's turn.

Although there are only a handful of people in the world who have not differentiated gender in the third year of high school, it is very rare for this high school to have one, but there is no guarantee that there will be a second one.

Xia Youjie, who was lying on his side on the bed, raised his hand and pressed his temple.

I realize he won't be...

At noon the next day, Xia Youjie came to the rooftop with a bento box and Gojo Satoru.

In order to ensure a quiet environment, Xia Youjie surveyed the venue in advance with a spell. If the roof door was open, it would be closed and locked, and opened when they came up.

"It's unlocked again?"

It was luck to meet the roof door unlocked once, but they met twice in a row, and there was no one else.

Even Gojo Satoru felt that their luck was a bit too much.

Xia Youjie opened the doorknob, took back his little curse spirit naturally, and said, "Probably because I know that the young master Wutiao is coming, so no one else dares to disturb you."

These two days are enough for Xia Youjie to search for the information he wants, such as "Wutiao", a surname that can pop up a bunch of entries in a search engine, Xia Youjie is sure that those related links are about Wutiao Wu's family.

Gojo Satoru knew that Xia Youjie didn't mean to be sarcastic, but his tone was really uncomfortable. He followed Xia Youjie, walked to the bench yesterday, and said, "Don't call me that."

Usually, the servants at home are called "Master" or something, and he doesn't feel so repulsive, but if the target is Jie...

The black-haired boy walking in front knelt down and put the bento box on the bench. He responded with a "huh" to Gojo Satoru's request.

The plastic bento boxes in the supermarket heard two "pops", and Xia Youjie unbuttoned them, separating layers of bento boxes.

This bento box was for three people and a family outing, but Xia Youjie took it as a lunch box for male high school students.

There are four dishes in total, the sweet thick egg yakiniku promised yesterday, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, beef tenderloin with green peppers, fried shredded potatoes, miso soup in a pot of thermos, and the bottom layer of rice.

The quantity is definitely enough to eat, but these dishes are in the eyes of Gojo Wu——

"It's so shabby."

Gojo Satoru thought so, and said so.

The veins on Xia Youjie's forehead twitched and was forced down again. He twitched the corner of his mouth: "You can choose to watch me eat."

"I don't want it." Gojo Satoru sat on the bench, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and aimed directly at the thick egg.

Xia Youjie didn't add extra condiments like chopped green onion, salad oil, and tomato sauce.

Compared with the thick egg yakiniku prepared by Wujojia, which has diced ham and vegetables in the egg liquid, Xia Youjie's thick egg yakiniku really only has eggs.

But he didn't make salty ones like the Wujo family.

In addition to a pinch of salt to ensure that the egg liquid coagulates, Xia Youjie also puts a lot of sugar and cream.

The golden egg liquid is covered with white unmelted cream, and the wet tartar is mixed with it.Compared with the completely solid finished product, Xia Youjie's thick egg scramble may be because there is too much milk or cream, but it turns out to be soft.

So when Gojo Satoru's chopsticks poked into the Thick Omelette and tried to insert it with less effort, he undoubtedly failed.

The semi-liquid Thick Omelette fell from the chopsticks into the lunch box and turned into a puddle of mud.

"puff!"

Perhaps Wujo Gojo's dull expression was too rare, Xia Youjie laughed out loud before the other party asked, "What kind of fried egg is this?"

Counting the time when the medicine was administered in the infirmary, this was already the second time Xia Youjie had seen Gotiao Wu's jokes.

Xia Youjie, who was also holding chopsticks in one hand, hurriedly began to remedy the situation. He took out a spoon from the cutlery box, scooped up another piece of smooth and tender thick egg custard, and handed it to Gojo Wu's mouth.

Gojo Satoru opened his mouth slightly, then closed his mouth in a quick reaction, and turned to look at him: "I heard it."

Your sneer just now.

Xia Youjie took the initiative to be the wrong party: "It's my fault, I didn't warn you in advance."

Seeing that Gojo Satoru still refused to eat, Xia Youjie shook the spoon, and the golden thick omelette on the spoon also shook.

"Come on, eat it yourself."

Xia Youjie holds the spoon in his right hand. As a right-handed person, his left hand is not yet dexterous enough to completely replace his right hand with chopsticks.So Xia Youjie signaled Gojo Satoru to take the spoon with a loud voice.

It was specially made to Wu's taste, he wouldn't eat this thick and greasy fried egg, so just give Wu the spoon.Xia Youjie thought so.

But Gojo Satoru just stared at Xia Youjie for a while, and then took the initiative to go forward and swallowed the thick fried egg in one gulp.

He didn't take the spoon.

It was quite common for Xia Youjie to personally feed his best friend a bite of food. He ignored the slightly reddened ears of the white-haired boy, shook the spoon, and motioned for the other person to take it again.

For a fair comparison, Xia Youjie's craftsmanship is certainly not as good as the professional chefs of Wutiao's family, and the plastic lunch box he bought has no heat preservation function. Not only is the thick egg fried, but even the bottom rice is a bit cold.But the only thing that is cold is the outer skin of the egg, the inside of the thick egg is still a little hot, and...

The sweet and creamy taste exploded in the mouth, and the fluffy egg almost melted in the mouth. Gojo Satoru, who never knew thick egg yaki can be delicious like this, was shocked.

Seeing that the other party liked this dish very much, Xia Youjie changed the position of the dish indistinctly, and placed thick egg yakiniku in front of Gojo Wu.

Gojo Gojo, who is addicted to sweet and thick egg roast, dismisses other meals, and Xia Youjie, who is worried about the other's balanced nutrition, puts a little dish into the other's lunch box, and puts it in Gojo Goku's hand with an almost forceful attitude , "If you don't finish eating well, I won't make it for you next time."

What not to do?

It's a sweet thick egg!

Gojo Satoru had no choice but to take the lunch box, and stuffed other meals into his mouth as if venting his anger.

Xia Youjie knew that he was not a picky eater, and there was no food in the dishes that Wu was allergic to, so he turned a blind eye to Gojo Wu's abuse of the food.

It is really a new experience for Xia Youjie to get closer through a dish and become a friend recognized by the other party.

The young people's friendship came really quickly, and under Xia Youjie's deliberate probing, he discovered something wrong with Wujo Wu.

—he never went to the bathroom with himself.

For high school students of this age, whether they are boys or girls, going to the toilet in a group can be called one of the ways of exchanging friendship.

He doesn't know about girls, but about boys... In the previous world, Xia Youjie also had many acquainted classmates, and the boys would even use it as an after-dinner conversation to joke with each other.

Xia Youjie's suspicion grew deeper and deeper.

In physical education class, you need to change clothes. Boys and girls will go to the locker room separately, but as an asexual person, it is not appropriate to go into any locker room.According to Kurokawa Chiaki, every time in physical education class, Arima Hisei would change clothes alone in the classroom.

And the toilet...

Since there has never been an asexual person over the age of 20 in this world.Asexual toilets are actually toilets for children who have not yet differentiated gender.

But the children who enter the children's restroom are all children. A young man like Hisao Arima will definitely attract the eyes of others to explore and ask questions. This kind of feeling is absolutely uncomfortable.

During the break of the last class on Friday, Chiaki Kurokawa packed her schoolbag and asked, "Is there any activity for Xiayou weekend?"

Xia Youjie still had the textbook for the last class on his desk. Even if he had mastered all the knowledge points, his serious attitude in class was a recognition of the teacher's teaching.He propped his chin on one hand, while squinting out the window: "I will go out for a stroll." Find a part-time job or something by the way.

Moving his gaze forward, Xia Youjie saw the back of the head of the front table, and suddenly asked, "Is Wu busy this weekend?"

Whoops-

It was the sound of the stool feet rubbing against the ground.

Gojo Wu's upper body turned around, and five days later, the bruises on his face had almost healed, but probably Gojo Wu's skin was too fair, and his face was still slightly bruised.But after this weekend, it should almost subside.

"No."

Kurokawa Chiaki said casually: "Xia You, do you want to go out with Wujo? Forget it, Wujo has been sick for a week, let him have a good rest."

The culprit who caused Gojo Wu to be "ill" showed no embarrassment. Xia Youjie looked at the table in front of him and blinked: "How is it? Wu, where should we go for the weekend?"

The white-haired boy shrank his shoulders, the screws of the bench were inserted into the flesh of his palm, and his fingertips were so hard that they turned blue and white.

"……I also can."