Personnel Corrector

Xia Youjie shook the unopened fruit tea, and the large ice cubes made a rustling sound: "Don't you drink it?"

Compared with the pain of rubbing the bruise, the little pain of just talking is nothing at all. Gojo Satoru fell back to the seat and hugged the small pillow in his hand: "Don't drink."

Xia Youjie took the initiative to apologize: "I'm sorry, but if I don't rub the blood, it will hurt for a long time."

He put the lid on the medicine oil bottle, put it into a small bag with most of the remaining cotton, and then handed him to Gojo Wu: "You should also take the medicine well when you go back."

The young master, who was caught off guard and treated cruelly, bit his lower lip: "...don't."

Xia Youjie opened his hands to his ears, and made a posture of listening: "What did you say?"

"I said—don't!"

Xia Youjie took the bag back like a stream of kindness, and put it in his bag: "Oh, do you want me to help? Yes, I will leave it after school every day, and I will apply medicine for you. Well, lunch break is also okay."

Gojo Satoru had never seen such a brazen person, he slapped the table and said, "Don't you understand? I mean—"

"Yeah, let's go to the infirmary during the lunch break tomorrow. After all, it's not good to give medicine in the class, and the smell will permeate the classroom." Xia Youjie stood up with his bag, with the intention of leaving.

He took a step out of his seat, withdrew the curse spirit that blocked Gojo Wu's voice, then bent down suddenly, and a provocative voice sounded in Wujo Wu's ear: "If the young master doesn't want to come...if he wants to heal at his own home, You can ask for leave from school."

Anyway, today the homeroom teacher also saw the miserable state of Gojo Satoru's face, so it's perfectly fine to ask for leave.

Just as Xia Youjie imagined, Wujo Wu was the one who couldn't be excited.Hearing Xia Youjie's implied words "Don't come to school if you're afraid", the impulse surged up in his heart, and he said directly: "I won't ask for leave!"

Xia Youjie, who was about to leave, paused.

Hmm... He was just trying it casually. Didn't he think that Gojo Satoru could hit such a simple trick?

"The fruit tea is iced and can be applied to the face."

With a wave of his hand, Xia Youjie pushed open the door of the milk tea shop and walked towards his home.

To be friends with Gojo Satoru, you need to be relaxed, if you go in too quickly, the young master will be suspicious.

Gojo Satoru was left alone sitting next to the double seat, staring blankly at the two empty cups on the table.

Was he... abandoned?

The outer cup of the unopened fruit tea is full of liquefied water droplets, and the ice cubes floating on the surface have not completely melted.

That Xia Youjie said he wanted to treat himself to milk tea, but he left before he finished his tea?

After being dazed for a while, Gojo Satoru took out his phone and sent a message to the driver.

In less than a minute, the black Lincoln, which was waiting for someone beside the avenue at the school gate, drove up and stopped at the entrance of the milk tea shop.

Gojo Satoru stood up, picked up his bag, and put on his mask.He stared at the cold iced fruit tea, hesitated for half a second, and finally took it away.

It was Xia Youjie who was wrong, it had nothing to do with fruit tea.

When entering the car, Gojo Satoru put the fruit tea into the car's small refrigerator.The uncle driver who picked up Wujo Wutiao had been working at Wujo's house for a long time, and it was the first time he saw the young master didn't go home directly after school.

"Are you playing with friends?"

The driver uncle has a child who is about the same age. He knows that it is normal for young people to chat and go shopping after school.High school life without entertainment seems boring.In all fairness, the driver uncle also hopes that Master Wu can often hang out with his friends.

Gojo Gojo replied in seconds: "No."

That kind of guy... is not a friend.

You can't look left and right while driving, and the uncle driver who is only in charge of pick-up and drop-off didn't notice that Gojo Satoru in the back seat was actually wearing a mask.The maid at home didn't see her until after entering the house.

"Master Wu, what's wrong with you?"

Inexplicably, Gojo Satoru didn't want others to know that he was injured. The high school student's wonderful self-esteem prevented him from saying the reason: "No, it's just a cold, it's not good to infect you."

Gojo Satoru carried the bag upstairs and was about to enter his room: "Today's dinner and tomorrow's breakfast will be served separately, and I will eat them in my room."

"Yes. But young master, do you need a family doctor..."

"No, it's just a minor illness. I'll be fine after taking some medicine."

The maid responded: "Okay, I see. Please call me anytime you need it."

As soon as he entered the room, Gojo Satoru threw the bag on the carpet, and lay on his back on the big bed.

Gojo Satoru's room was very clean, without any unnecessary items.If Xia Youjie was here, he would definitely complain: In reality, Wujo Wu should learn from this fellow Wujo Wu!

The window was half open, the afterglow came in and sprinkled on the ground, fine dust floated in the beam visible to the naked eye.The sun warmed the carpet, and it must be very comfortable to lie down on.

Although the bed was big, it was in a place where the sun couldn't reach it. Gojo Satoru turned over, using his long arms as a cushion, slipped off the bed and fell onto the carpet, ready to continue towards his destination.

The kind of progress that rolls.

"Meow~"

A white cat jumped on the window bier and boldly entered the room.

This is the stray cat that Wujo Wu said came to the house. With the tacit consent of the young master, the servants fed it with the best cat food and canned cat food, and bathed it. It looks like a rare breed of cat.

With a light leap, the white cat jumped from the window to Gojo Satoru's destination - the warm carpet that was basked in the sun.

The white cat found a comfortable place and didn't move its nest. It just lay down on the carpet and began to purr and bask in the sun.

Gojo Satoru who climbed half way: "..."

Gojo Satoru: "Get up."

The white cat tilted its head and looked back innocently with the same blue eyes as Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru: "Go away, I'm the first to see this position."

The white cat shook its body, stuck out its tongue and began to lick its fur.

Wujo Wu frowned, and made a gesture to catch the cat: "I told you this is my place, you are not allowed to occupy it!"

When Gojo Satoru's fingers were about to touch it, the white cat jumped up swiftly and left there, barking unwillingly.

"Hmph!" Without the slightest childish feeling of being angry with the cat, Gojo Satoru estimated the distance and was about to roll over in one go—

Among the small dots floating in the sunlight, long linear unknown objects were mixed.

"Meow~" The white cat jumped under Wujo Wu's desk, and went to pull the bottom cabinet of the desk.

This cat is very smart, knowing that Gojo Satoru hides the cat stick that was fed to it last time.

Gojo Satoru silently withdrew his gaze from being attracted by the cry, and continued to observe the long line of "dust" in the sunlight.

No, that's not dust, or something unknown, it's cat hair! !

Not to mention the cat took over the place I fancy, the cat left a lot of hair when it left!

The young master who was lying on the carpet exploded in anger, and replied angrily to the sound of "click" coming from the door: "What's wrong?!"

As if frightened by the young master's displeased tone, the maid's voice was a little cautious: "Master, I put your afternoon tea outside."

Slightly withdrew his anger, Gojo Satoru calmed down, "...I see."

After driving the white cat out of his territory, Wujo Wutiao thought: The yard at home is huge, and this cat has a wide range of activities, why does it always come to him?

He opened the door lazily, and there was today's afternoon tea on the tray at the door.

It's soufflé and black tea.

The souffle was put into the oven according to the timing, and it was just out of the oven when he got home; the black tea was freshly brewed, and the spout of the teapot was still steaming.

But Wujo Satoru, who had just had iced milk tea, was not interested in this pot of hot tea.

Speaking of milk tea...

"Miss Ye Jia, are you there?"

In front of the bedroom with the door open, Gojo Satoru called downstairs.

Soon, there was a sound of footsteps approaching, but the figure of the maid had not yet appeared in Gojo Satoru's field of vision.

"I'm here, master."

"I left something in the car, please help me to get it." His eyes slowly moved upwards with the mist of hot tea, "In the car refrigerator, there is a cup of fruit tea."

"Yes."

After Gojo Satoru got the still cold fruit tea, he went into the room and put the plastic quilt and porcelain cup together, and began to think.

When he first started having afternoon tea, he had his own ideas.

"Dim sum is delicious, but it's just lacking in taste..." Gojo Satoru, who was still a child, appraised the chef's craftsmanship with a spoon in his mouth.

The stern-looking woman wiped her mouth and said, "That's what this snack tastes like." It's not that bad.

dessert.dessert.

It's sweet!

"Add more sugar, it will taste better!"

pat!

The woman dropped the fork and scolded, "Why are you so addicted to sweets? That's what women like!"

Caught off guard by being admonished, Gojo Satoru let go of the spoon in fright.

"Listen well, Wu. You want to become a man, and you are not allowed to touch anything related to women!"

Don't like cute things, don't eat too much dessert, and don't be interested in makeup and skin care.

There should be hobbies of masculinity - Gojo Satoru's room in the main house is filled with various ball games.

The favorites had to be boyish things—cars were the only toys, not cute dolls of any kind.

Not to mention cooking, needlework and embroidery.

"Women's" hobbies are not allowed, and the room is filled with "men's" favorite things. Can this kind of growth method discover children's true hobbies...

Gojo Wu's eyes dimmed, and he lost interest in souffle, black tea, and the fruit tea that Xia Youjie bought.

He went to the wooden cabinet in the bedroom and opened it.

There are several sets of school uniforms in the closet.Then there are all men's clothing, including several sets of men's suits, ties, bow ties, and cuffs, which are men's accessories.

Underwear is of course also men's.

Gojo Satoru glanced at the clothes, took the bathrobe and towels and walked into the bathroom.

In the changing room, he took off his school uniform jacket and pants, and the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror showed Gojo Satoru's whole picture.

The boy in the mirror... The man in the mirror was tall, with slender limbs, a broad frame, fair skin, thin muscles covering his body, and a flat chest and abdomen.Everyone who sees him will think so: Gojo Satoru is a man.

but.

He has no masculine sexual signs—

The appearance and characteristics of a man have developed on the outside of the body, but the most critical sexual characteristics have not changed.

He wrapped himself in a bathrobe to cover his body, and turned to enter the bathroom.

——So from a biomedical point of view:

Gojo Satoru is an asexual person.