Ms. Gojo thought she was dating an ordinary person's boyfriend.

Chapter 22 You're Easily Deceived by Sweetness

The next day, Sumi Kichikawa was briefly busy.

Pediatric clinics are always more crowded than usual during seasonal changes.

Fever, cough, allergies, gastroenteritis, and some asthma attacks that recur due to seasonal changes.

The waiting area is always packed with parents and children, the sounds of crying, coughing, and nurses calling out numbers all mixed together, like a tangled mess that can never be untangled.

Sumi Kichikawa, wearing a white coat, moved back and forth between the consultation room and the treatment room.

He still looked mild-mannered.

She speaks slowly and moves steadily. When listening to a child's heart, she warms the stethoscope in her palm first. Before giving an injection, she squats down to be at eye level with the child and asks them if they want a strawberry sticker or a bear sticker today.

When he gets busy, even his time to drink water is squeezed into very short intervals.

Sometimes, just as I pick up my cup, before I even have a chance to take a sip, a nurse will peek in from the doorway.

"Dr. Qichuan, could you please take a look at examination room number three?"

"it is good."

He put down his cup, got up, and went over.

When I returned, the water had gone cold.

Nurse Xiaolin couldn't bear to see him like this, so during his short ten-minute lunch break, she placed a throat lozenge on his desk.

"Doctor, your voice is a little hoarse today."

"Thanks."

Sumire Kikawa unwrapped the candy and put it in her mouth.

The mint flavor is very mild.

He sat in the consultation room, head down, working on medical records, when his phone screen lit up briefly beside him.

[Sweet White Cat: Did Dr. Xiaocheng eat well today?]

Sumi Kichikawa stopped typing.

He picked up his phone.

More than three hours have passed since the last reply this morning.

Gojo Satoru sent him a picture of a donut this morning, asking, "Can this be eaten for breakfast?"

Sumi Kichikawa replied: "I don't recommend it."

Gojo Satoru responded with a meme of a cat lying on the ground.

Then Sumire Kichikawa was called away to deal with a child who suddenly had a high fever and convulsions, and only now has she had time to check her phone.

He looked at the message and unconsciously curved his lips into a smile.

[Dr. Xiaocheng: I ate it.]

After thinking about it, I added something else.

[Dr. Kosumi: Rice balls and miso soup.]

Gojo Satoru replied very quickly.

[Sweet-smelling white cat: So well-behaved.]

Sumi Kichikawa paused for a moment as she looked at the words "Good girl".

If someone else were to send this word, it would probably sound too frivolous.

But when it comes to Gojo Satoru, it's surprisingly not annoying.

Sumire Kawakawa replied with her head down.

[Dr. Xiaocheng: What about you?]

Meanwhile, Gojo Satoru was leaving a mission location.

The debt has been settled.

The traces of the incident were cleaned up, and the relevant personnel were supervised and guided to leave.

Ordinary people wouldn't know what just happened here, nor would they know how close they were to something incomprehensible.

Satoru Gojo stood in front of a vending machine on the street corner, holding a carton of strawberry milk in his hand.

He looked down at his phone, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He held up the strawberry milk, avoiding anything behind him that shouldn't be photographed, and only took pictures of the drink box and the row of brightly colored buttons on the vending machine.

send.

[Wake-up: Work's finished.]

[Realization: I made sure to replenish my sugar levels.]

Sumire Kawakawa replied quickly.

[Dr. Xiaocheng: This is not a main meal.]

Gojo Satoru looked at the screen and laughed out loud.

[Wow: Dr. Kosuke is so strict.]

[Dr. Xiaocheng: Because you're easily swayed by sweet things.]

Gojo Satoru stared at that sentence for two seconds.

Just then, Ijichi walked over.

"Mr. Gojo, the aftermath has been taken care of."

"Um."

Gojo Satoru put his phone away and said lazily, "Let's go."

Ichi glanced at the strawberry milk in his hand, then at his noticeably improved mood, and cautiously refrained from asking any further questions.

After the car started, Gojo Satoru leaned back in the back seat and suddenly spoke.

"Ichichi."

"yes!"

"Tell me about tasks in advance from now on."

Ichiji was taken aback.

This topic was brought up just last night, and he didn't expect Gojo Satoru to emphasize it again.

"In advance... what do you mean?"

Gojo Satoru propped his chin on his hand, looking out the window. "At least let me know if I'm free that day."

Ichiji pushed up his glasses.

"I understand. I will let you know as soon as there are any missions coming up."

Gojo Satoru hummed in agreement.

A few seconds later, he added another sentence.

"Also, if it's a location that might affect ordinary people, please let us know in advance."

Ichiji paused slightly.

"Yes."

He didn't ask why.

But he had a vague feeling that Mr. Gojo seemed to be carefully separating an ordinary person from the edge of his world.

Gojou lowered his head and reopened the chat window.

Sumi Kichikawa sent another message.

[Dr. Xiaocheng: Remember to eat after work.]

Gojo Satoru looked at the line of text and smiled.

[Wu: Received, Dr. Xiaocheng.]

He didn't tell Sumi Kichikawa what had just happened.

They won't talk about curses or spirits, they won't talk about accounts, they won't talk about how many ordinary people in that building almost got caught up in it.

Those things shouldn't be in front of Sumireki.

Dr. Xiaocheng only needs to know—

Wu also enjoyed drinking strawberry milk today.

Some were also reminded to eat.

This is enough.

The car drove back to the vocational college.

As soon as Gojo Satoru entered the training ground, he saw Zenin Maki, Panda, and Inu-maki Thorn doing basic sparring.

Maki wielded her magical implement with swift, clean movements; the short stick whistled through the air. The panda dodged nearby, occasionally blocking with its paw. The dog-like creature, Thorn, stood at the edge of the arena, its zipper pulled up to its mouth, revealing only its quiet eyes.

Gojo Satoru stood at the door for a few seconds.

Then he raised his hand and waved with a smile.

"Hey—does everyone miss their teacher?"

The movements on the training field paused for a moment.

Maki was the first to frown.

"Absolutely not."

The panda raised its paw: "If there's a souvenir, I might consider it."

Dog-like spiny thorns: "Salmon."

Gojo Satoru sighed dramatically.

"You guys are so cold-hearted. The teacher just finished work and came to see you."

Maki sneered, "Did you come to see us, or were you just passing by?"

Gojo Satoru said in a serious tone, "Of course I'm here to see the adorable students."