Personnel Corrector

Xia Youjie watched in a daze as Gojo Gou hit the lunch box with almost all his fists.

Well, luckily it’s not a real enlightenment, otherwise this lunch box would be ruined, but...

………No way?

This is... Already fell in love with the heroine, and then started to be jealous of him?

After all, in the former fan world, when Wu heard himself praising his heroine, sometimes he would feel bad.

Xia Youjie, who wanted to understand, felt that HE was hopeful this time, and after only a week, Wu was thinking about the heroine.

Xia Youjie, who would never involve himself in "house stealing", "love triangle", "two men competing for one woman", stopped in time to prove his innocence: "Of course, I don't have any idea about her." .”

The invisible condensed ice crystals in the atmosphere of the two of them melted, and Gojo Satoru breathed out a foul breath. It was obviously summer, but it seemed that a white mist spit out from his mouth, forming an invisible city wall.

Is it because the smoke hasn't cleared yet?

Xia Youjie waved his hand to fan the wind, and skillfully changed the subject: "Thank you for today's bento, I will bring you cookies tomorrow."

Gotiao Wu, who was about to say something else, paused, and then followed Xia Youjie's topic: "It's just cookies?"

He also has them at home.

Poor student Xia Youjie: "I did it myself."

If you want to bring desserts to Wu often, it will be cheaper to buy the raw materials yourself than to go to that expensive store to buy packaged ones.

"Hmm." The cookies that Jie made by himself are different from the plain ones at home. They probably put a lot of sugar in them.

Then, I will barely forgive Jie...

"Is there anything Jay wants to eat?"

Xia Youjie raised his eyebrows, and threw the cigarette butt into the mouth of a little magic spirit at the blind spot of Gojo Wu's sight, thinking what was going on with Gojo Wu, compared with Wujo Wu from other worlds... well, it's pleasing to the eye Not a lot.

Willing to bring him his favorite food so soon

"I like soba noodles."

"Oh, then I will definitely avoid soba noodles when I prepare bento in the future."

Xia Youjie: "..."

Xia Youjie: "Say it as if you prepared the bento."

Gojo Wujo took back the knife and fork, and put the lid on the cutlery box: "It's almost the same, anyway, it's what's in my bento box."

This is true.The tip of Xia Youjie's tongue touched the root of his teeth, and then turned around his mouth, searching for food residues, thinking to himself that he would need to go to the bathroom to rinse his mouth later.

The lunch time was over, and the afternoon class was about to start, Xia Youjie stood up from the bench on the roof, stretched his waist: "Wu, I'm going to the bathroom, do you want to go?"

"...No." Gojo Satoru picked up the lunch box, still sitting on the chair, "I'll go straight back."

"Oh, see you in the classroom."

The white-haired boy slackened his strength and leaned back on the chair, squinting his blue eyes, watching Xia Youjie slowly walking towards the rooftop door.

When I'm with Jie, whether it's chatting, arguing or debating...as long as we're in the same space, we're very happy.

The corners of Gojo Satoru's lips rose slowly.

Buckwheat (soba)

It is customary to eat buckwheat on New Year's Day in Japan.Buckwheat symbolizes the reunion of a family.

Will Jay be by his side (soba) forever if he eats his buckwheat (soba)...

……

"About those flashing thoughts in your heart... please control yourself." Needless to say, Gao Shan Azusa, Gojo Satoru also understood.

Nowadays, if even thinking is a crime, then prisons must be expanded to every corner of the world.

The white-haired boy straightened his thumb and hung down on his index finger, forming the shape of a pistol. He poked out the tip of his tongue to polish his dry lips, and showed a smile that was completely inconsistent with his previous indifferent expression: "Sure enough But Doctor Gao Shan."

Gao Shanzi's face remained unchanged: "It's because you have nothing to hide."

These psychological test questions, with Wujo Wu's intelligence, pretending to be normal couldn't be easier.

Wujo Wuhuang flicked his "pistol gun" and said faintly: "I really thought about bringing Jie to my house."

...and then never let him out again.

As early as when he was investigating He Tianyang, Wujo Satoru had also cleaned up Xia Youjie's information. Given Xia Youjie's current living conditions of living alone and his guardian sending money abroad regularly, it was not difficult to tie him up.

The Wutiao family can have three wives and four concubines in feudalism under the nose of the government. It is definitely not a big deal to hide someone, and the Wutiao family has indeed killed many obstructers on the road.Even calling the police is useless.

"Don't worry, doctor, you also said that I have good self-control." Gojo Wujo glanced at the opposite doctor as a warning, and then said: "I won't do anything out of line."

"Hejie is at school... very happy. I haven't enjoyed enough of this kind of college life."

"What's the date of the next inspection? Contact me in advance, I will come." Gojo Satoru flipped his forehead, stood up, with a hypocritical smile on his face: "But if there is something to do with Jie, the inspection will be for Jieyan Oh later."

Takayama Azusa was like a Lego doll standing on his feet, and the white coat attached to his body was suddenly soaked with sweat. After Gojo Gojo came out of the door of the consulting room, he seemed to have obtained the qualification to breathe, and gradually relaxed his tense body. body.

...much worse than expected.

I thought Gojo-kun was showing his psychological problems frankly, but... he did show it, but it was only the tip of the iceberg.

He still has reservations about the hospital.

Gao Shanzi overturned all the conclusions he had just drawn.

And that last look.

The cool-toned blue eyes are like a deep sea that cannot be peeked at, and all waves will be swept away by energy.The creepy smile is like a snake letter spit out by a poisonous snake.

The warm snake no longer waits for its prey to approach, but curls up little by little, ready to launch a deadly onslaught.

If, as he guessed, Gojo-kun's usual indifference is not an expression of his lack of interest in interpersonal communication, but a disguise made by knowing that he is "abnormal"...

Not only Wujo-kun himself, but also the boy named "Jie" who is close to Wujo-kun...their situation is very dangerous.

……

Foods like noodles have always been unsuitable to be brought to school as a bento.

Even if you let it cool down after blanching, after a morning, the water droplets covering the surface of the buckwheat noodles will stick together after evaporation, and you will not know whether to eat dough or noodles at that time.

So Gojo Satoru asked the servants at home to rush to the meal, and asked the driver to rush to the school gate.

Ever since Xia Youjie told him that he likes buckwheat noodles, Gojo Satoru digs out a lot of Xia Youjie's recent life with a calm expression:

I live alone in an apartment, my guardian is abroad, and I go to work every day at the milk tea shop where they met for the first time...

"Doesn't Jie live with his family? He's obviously a high school student." Another weekend, Wujo Wu, who came to Xia Youjie's part-time milk tea shop, saw that there were not many customers, so he began to chat with the clerk.

Xia Youjie didn't want to hide anything from Wujo Wu, but his own information was really complicated, so he could only reply evasively: "Well... I live alone, and I don't have much communication with my family."

Gojo Satoru, who ordered tea with sweets, stroked the paper cup with both hands, and glanced up and down at Xia Youjie, who was wearing a clerk uniform: "Is this okay? Family is very important."

The tone of voice has a hint of inducement that is not easy to be discovered by ordinary people.

"how to say……"

Xia Youjie thought of himself in reality. When he first entered the college and went on missions in other places, he would buy some local souvenirs and send them to his family, but gradually...

……

"The contact with my family has decreased, and the relationship has weakened. If I die in an accident, their grief will be slightly reduced."

On another business trip, Xia Youjie rarely bought local specialties, which drew Wujo Wu's inquiry.

Hearing Xia Youjie's answer, Wu Tiaowu pursed his lips, stuck out his tongue and rolled his eyes: "Ugh—it's really hard to be your family member!"

Not reaching a consensus with his friends, Xia Youjie suppressed the veins on his forehead, and finally couldn't hold back and fought Gojo Satoru.

……

"There are some... very complicated reasons. Anyway, I don't have much contact with my family now." Unexpectedly, he would be preached by Wujo Wu, Xia Youjie felt a little surprised: "Well, I will take care of it, Wu don't bother .”

Sure enough, high school seniors were still a bit out of place for part-time work, and even Wu felt that something was wrong.

Suppressing the restlessness and impulsiveness in his heart, Gojo Satoru calmly took a sip of fruit tea: "Then let me bring Jie the warmth of "home"! "

Xia Youjie was stunned for a second, then laughed: "Which TV show is this line from?"

……

The first step in bringing the warmth of "home" is to prepare Jie's favorite food.

Showing his student ID to the doorman, Wujo Wu pointed to the black car parked outside the school, saying that he would go get a lunch box and be back soon.The guard nodded sympathetically and let the white-haired boy out.

Of course Gojo Satoru would not directly tell Xia Youjie that this bento was a surprise for you. Before the last class in the morning, he slapped his head, turned around and told Xia Youjie at the back table that he forgot to bring the bento. Let the family send the phone.

Xia Youjie didn't want to bother Wujo Wu's family, saying that he had brought money, so let's go to the canteen or cafeteria to settle it today.

Of course Gojo Satoru refused, he said that the bento was ready, and it would be a waste to leave it at home if you didn’t eat it.

Xia Youjie swallowed the words "You can go home for dinner", thinking that the young master probably wouldn't accept the food that had been left for a day.So he nodded in agreement and said that he was waiting for him in the classroom at noon.

After receiving the lunch box containing soba noodles, Gojo Gojo jumped up to the teaching building and quickly returned to the door of his class.

Gojo Satoru heard a familiar male voice with a smile and certainty.

"The torrential water flows into the river, and the hot sun flows into the sea."

He could even imagine Xia Youjie's expression when he said these words, he must be looking directly at the interlocutor, using that imperceptible but breathtaking Zidu to take away the soul of the other person.

Gojo Satoru also slightly bent the corners of his lips, and was about to open the classroom door and walk in—

Suddenly, there was applause inside, and a surprised female voice came out through the door: "It's amazing, it can match Xiaoyang's brainwaves!"

Tsuruta Yang has already integrated into the circle of girls, but her surprising words from time to time make the girls a little overwhelmed.Let me ask, when the girls are talking about the hot weather and the arrival of summer, the other party suddenly said "fresh and bright ice and the midsummer sky", how should people accept it?

... Although I can barely understand Tsuruta Yang's meaning, such "tall" words are not suitable for their female high school students.

Xia Youjie, who was still sitting in the classroom waiting for Gojo Wujo, heard Tsuruta Yang's words, and uttered what seemed like a poem just now.

The black-haired boy smiled inclusively, and looked at the girls who were eating bento together: "Tsuruta-san, are you talking about haiku?"

"……Yes."

She has liked these poems and haikus since she was a child, and they often pop up uncontrollably in daily conversations, so people who talk to her... will think that she is an old-fashioned person, and it is very difficult to communicate.

Tsuruta Yang has tried his best. Although the girls can't catch up with the occasional haiku, they don't look at her strangely. In this school, she has made real friends.

And Mr. Xia You...

From the first meeting, he was able to pick up her words that have long been "outdated" in today's society.

He Tianyang was about to say something, but was interrupted by a bang, and the rest of the surprised girls, like her, turned their eyes to the back door where the sound came from.

But the back door was closed, and they couldn't see the situation outside the door clearly.

"...Hey, calm down Gojo."

Kurokawa Chiaki suppressed his voice, just after he came back from the toilet, he saw Gojo Satoru staying at the back door, he passed the tall boy and looked in through the crack of the door: Good guy, Xia You and Tsuruta were chatting happily.

Out of the intuition of a male high school student, Kurokawa Chiaki instinctively felt that Xia Youjie's attitude towards Tsurutian Yang was unusual, and he had been beating around the bush to ask about Tsuruta through him before, which was obviously thoughtful.

As Tsuruta Yang's front table, Kurokawa Chiaki also chatted with her a few times, once Xia You and Wujo went to eat, he took the opportunity to ask: Tsuruta, what do you think of Xia You?

Kurokawa Chiaki swore that he saw a shy blush on the young lady's face.

Isn't this a joke!

But Xia You has been staying with Wutiao recently, and Xia You has no intention of going further, and he is not easy to match.

but now……

Kurokawa Chiaki lay on the crack of the door, preventing Gojo Wujo from letting him in, and said softly, "Be careful, Gojo, Xia You and Tsuruta can see signs of it at first glance! We have to water them well."

What's more important than falling in love with yourself?

It's watching friends fall in love!

Although Xia Youjie had only been transferred for a month, Kurokawa Chiaki already regarded him as a friend.

It was midsummer, and Kurokawa Chiaki, who was watching her classmates gossip, suddenly felt a chill down her back.

From an angle he couldn't see, Wujo Wu's blue eyes were clouded, his knuckles were twisted on the handle of the lunch box, almost pale, his heart suddenly became cold, and he lost the real sense of beating.