Personnel Corrector

Xia Youjie still has some points for the strength of his attack, and logically speaking, it shouldn't be so serious.But in fact, the bruises on Gojo Wubai's tender face are particularly terrifying, coupled with the young master's innocent and aggrieved expression, he seems to be a victim of school violence.

……victim.

Xia Youjie really never thought that one day he would use the word "victim" to Gojo Satoru.

He coughed, and moved closer to see Gojo Satoru's wound: "Does it still hurt?"

Wujo Goku dodged cleverly, accusing with his eyes.

Suddenly remembering that the two were completely unfamiliar, Xia Youjie had no choice but to walk around Wujo Wu's seat, pick up his bag, and keep a certain distance from Wujo Wu: "I won't touch your wound, let's drink milk tea .”

Gojo Satoru obediently stood up, put on his bag and summer oil and left the classroom.There are no milk tea shops near the school. Xia Youjie searched on his mobile phone, and soon found a shop with a good reputation not far away.

"Let's go to this place." Xia Youjie showed Wujo Wu the exterior map of the milk tea shop on the phone screen.

At this time, there were no students on the road inside the school. Those who went home had already gone home, and some group activities were held in the playground or other teaching buildings. Xia Youjie didn't notice anything wrong for a while.

When they walked out of the school gate, passed a black Lincoln and turned into the avenue, when the eyes of passers-by fell on them, Xia Youjie felt the slightest disobedience.

Xia Youjie looked sideways, the bruise on the white-haired boy's cheek was enlarged by a small circle, and the capillaries at the edge of the bruise were faintly purple due to clogging. People can't even pay attention.

On the first day, Xia Youjie was still not "professional" enough. Even if Wujo Wu was injured, he still had the thought in his mind that "this kind of minor injury will be healed soon".

In the eyes of the magician Xia Youjie, as long as it is not a fatal injury, it is a minor injury.

"Sorry...just wait for me."

Passing by a 24-hour convenience store, Xia Youjie went in and bought medicated cotton and masks.

Unpacking the mask box at the entrance of the convenience store, Xia Youjie took out a mask and stuffed the carton into his bag: "Put it on first."

Gojo Satoru, who hadn't spoken all the way, reached out to take it, and unskilledly opened the folds of the mask, and put it on.

The five-legged young master looked quite tall, but his figure was not muscular. His arms exposed in his summer school uniform were also white and tender, without any muscles. He looked... quite weak.

Except for the face and name, it was really different from the Gojo Satoru that Xia Youjie was familiar with.

Wujo Wu also felt weird looking at Xia Youjie.

He is completely unfamiliar with Tokyo, and his schoolmates don't know what the surname "Gojo" means.In addition, Gojo Satoru doesn't manage interpersonal relationships very well, and he never showed any intention of being friends with anyone. He would not go on the date when he took the initiative to ask him out to play. Students who approached him because of his appearance and wanted to establish a good relationship were all rejected one by one. In the class group chat, I was just a diver.

Over time, people in the class only treated him as an ordinary classmate.

He will not intentionally please him, nor will he alienate him intentionally.

Of course, he didn't want to know, nor was he interested in knowing things like Wutiao's beauty that the students silently admired in private.

Leaving aside the girls among the two transfer students, this boy... Gojo Satoru has no impression of him at all, and it is certain that they did not know each other before.

Then the iconic pinch of bangs is impossible to forget once seen.

And today's... probably call it an accident.

Pulling the corner of his mouth, the agitation of the cheek muscles was affected, and the pain was immediately transmitted to his mind through the nerves.

hiss--

Gojo Satoru was so painful that he subconsciously stroked the sore spot, but the bruise became more painful due to the pressure of his fingers, and his face behind the mask suddenly grinned and wrinkled into a ball.

Xia Youjie next to him didn't seem to notice his little trick, and led Wutiao Wu into the milk tea shop.There was still a vacant seat for two at the farthest corner, Xia Youjie pointed over there, and signaled Wujo Wu to go over and take the seat.

Obviously, the pain on his face turned negative, but Gojo Satoru walked to the corner very consciously, and only realized after he sat down: Why did he listen to that guy so much?

And invite him to drink milk tea... don't you even ask your own opinion?

The handbag was casually placed on the ground, Gojo Satoru hugged a pillow that came with the milk tea shop, and looked at Xia Youjie who was buying milk tea at the front desk through the bamboo curtain.

The black-haired boy had a straight back, no wrinkles in his sleeves, well-defined fingers, his neck and jaw formed a perfect arc, and his slightly long hair was loose.Among a group of student customers, Xia Youjie, who was also wearing a uniform, was obviously different.

It's like a jar of aged wine, which looks no different from plain water at first glance, but you need to look carefully and sniff carefully to know the taste.

The drinks are all freshly made. Xia Youjie doesn't like to drink too sweet and greasy things. He ordered a cup of caramel pudding milk tea with extra sugar and a cup of lime and aloe fruit tea for Wu Tiao Wu, and ordered a cup of ice for himself. coffee.

Xia Youjie walked over holding the tray. He was not slow, but his steps were steady, and the horizontal line inside the container did not shake at all.

Gojo Satoru was not interested in the dark coffee, so he set his sights on the warm brown milk tea and brightly colored fruit tea.

"Both are yours."

The three cups of drinks were served by Xia Youjie, and he returned the temporarily borrowed tray to the clerk. When he returned to his seat, he saw Gojo Wu staring blankly at the two cups of milk tea in front of him.

Xia Youjie picked up his cup of coffee, took a sip, and then looked at Gojo Satoru to see which one he would choose first.

Gojo Satoru really hesitated for a long time, so long that Xia Youjie took out his phone to pass the time.

He didn't urge Gojo Satoru, instead he took a sip of coffee from time to time and clicked into the class group chat he entered this morning.

Perhaps it was because the teacher was there, there were not many messages in the group chat, Xia Youjie clicked on the group chat information, found the account with the note "Wujo Wu", and sent a friend request.

But the white-haired boy on the opposite side didn't hear the notification sound from his mobile phone, so he probably turned it to silent.

Xia Youjie could only say: "Wu Tiao, I'll add you through my friends."

This sentence interrupted Gojo Satoru's thinking, the white-haired boy slowly picked up a straw, and inserted it hard into the creme brulee on the left.

He took off his mask, revealing his bruised face, opened his mouth slightly to hold the straw, and took the first sip of milk tea.

The drink is similar to thirst-quenching boiled water. Few people take small sips just for the taste, and everyone swallows it whole, relying only on the aftertaste left in the mouth.

The same is true for Gojo Satoru, he swallowed the first sip of milk tea and began to savor it carefully.Young master Wutiao has a special car to pick him up and go to school, and he doesn't participate in classmates' activities. It's actually the first time he has visited such a small shop around the school.

However, he has long been drinking the milk tea that has become popular among teenagers in recent years - British royal black tea mixed with imported milk, and the chef at home will also specially make dim sum for matching.

It happened to be four o'clock when he got home from school, and it was time for afternoon tea.Then I have dinner at eight o'clock in the evening, then do some chores to pass the time, and go to bed at twelve o'clock.

I get up at eight o'clock the next day, go to school by car after breakfast, and catch up with the nine o'clock class 10 minutes earlier.

The lunch is a bento prepared by the servant. Speaking of bento...

Today's bento box was left in a drawer and I forgot to bring it back.

Wujo Wutiao took another big sip of milk tea as if venting his anger, took out his mobile phone from the interlayer of his handbag, sent the driver a "wait a second" command, entered the chat software, and passed Xia Youjie's friend application.

Xia Youjie's profile picture is a cup...a ​​cup of coffee?

Gojo Wu raised his head suspiciously, looked across, and compared the coffee in Xia Youjie's hand with the avatar of Xia Youjie's chat software.

The crystal clear blue eyes blinked, and slowly scanned the texture of the cup, the color of the coffee, the background... Gojo Satoru was sure: Xia Youjie's profile picture was just taken.

When Wujo Wu observed Xia Youjie's social account, Xia Youjie also thought about Wujo Wu's avatar.

It's a cat.

It has white hair and blue eyes. It looks like a pampered and luxurious cat. It should be the kind of pet cat with a high price tag. It seems to be called... Muppet cat?

Xia Youjie didn't know much about cats, so he had doubts and asked, "What breed is your cat?"

Gojo Satoru was taken aback, and opened the chat box that had just passed the verification message.

Gojo Satoru: [I don’t know, it’s a wild cat that came to my house from outside]

wildcat?

Xia Youjie said, "It really doesn't look like it."

Gojo Satoru replied with his mobile phone while drinking milk tea: [After feeding it with cat food and canned cat food a few times, it will not go away]

Xia Youjie took a sip of his coffee: "It regards you as its master, right?"

They all regard the cat as their avatar, Wu must be more attentive than what he said.I'm afraid it's not just feeding. The white cat in the photo is clean. Maybe a cat litter is prepared and the cat is bathed regularly.

Gojo Satoru: 【I don't consider it a pet】

Even with the act of raising a cat, he didn't have the consciousness to regard the white cat as the object he needs to be responsible for.

Gojo Satoru had already drank half of the milk tea in his hands, it was okay to suck and swallow, but his face hurt when he opened his mouth.So he kept silent and just sent text messages to the chat box of the coffee avatar.

Xia Youjie: "Take good responsibility. It is too much to raise a cat and then abandon it."

Gojo Satoru disagrees: [Abandoning cats is not illegal]

Xia Youjie agreed first: "That's right."

Then he pointed out: "It's just a matter of morality. Even if you throw the cat with the head portrait out of the house and into the drain, no police will come to arrest you. At most, some cat lovers will express strong condemnation when they see it. Of course, if no one saw it, there would be no condemnation, because no one but you and the cat would know that you abandoned the cat."

Xia Youjie put the empty cup on the table, unbuttoned the handbag, and took out the medicinal wine and cotton bought at the convenience store just now.

Wutiao Wu's caramel milk tea had bottomed out, and he couldn't help rolling his eyes after hearing Xia Youjie's great principles.

This is a man full of righteous opinions, and I absolutely can't get along with him.

...But the milk tea he chose is quite appetizing.

Gojo Satoru let go of the straw and turned his attention to another cup of fruit tea.

Suddenly there was a pulling force—his wrist was grabbed, and he was pulled over by the opposite side with the wrist as the center of gravity. Gojo Satoru, who was still sitting on the seat, had to straighten his upper body, and leaned his head to the opposite side of the pulling person. In front of Xia Youjie.

"Varied--?"

"What?" Before he could say it, a coldness hit the wound on his cheek.The tingling sensation suddenly climbed up from the tailbone and invaded the brain little by little.The distance was too close, Wujo Wu couldn't see clearly what Xia Youjie had touched his face.

The wings of his nostrils moved, and he smelled a bitter and alcoholic smell. Xia Youjie was smearing it lightly at the moment, and Gojo Satoru could only feel a refreshing coolness.

No pain.

Tolerable.

This hand-to-face movement is really too much for strangers who meet on the first day.However, Wujo Satoru didn't realize that there was something wrong, and Xia Youjie didn't have the consciousness of "do nothing wrong".

It was when Xia Youjie rubbed the bruise hard...

"Oh, it hurts—" Young Master Wutiao Wu immediately stopped doing it, and he was about to push Xia Youjie with his hand.

Xia Youjie was unmoved. When he was chatting just now, he had already released a spell that would block the transmission of sound. The spell that Wutiao Wu couldn't see now was hovering over him, isolating his transmission of sound. to the outside voice.

He hooked his lips viciously, and Xia Youjie grabbed Wujou's struggling left hand with his right hand, and with another force, he grabbed Wujou's two wrists with one hand.

Xia Youjie looked at the physiological saline overflowing from Wutiao Wu's eye sockets due to the pain, gloated and said, "Scream, keep screaming."

"Even if you make your voice hoarse, no one will come over, young master."