Develop the strongest into villains

Gojo Satoru took him out, and said casually: "I knew a person before, and his cooking was terrible, very similar to you."

"Who is it, Tokiya Shinohara?"

Wujo Gojo was angry, "Hey, you know about Shinohara Tokiya very well, I can't help but suspect that you are him."

Again.

It doesn't matter, anyway, as long as he doesn't admit it, he will never lose his vest.

"Gojo-san, I warn you, don't mention Shinohara Tokiya in front of me again, I don't like to hear this name."

"I am your benefactor, you are not qualified to negotiate terms with me."

"I can replace you, the benefactor, at any time."

"Really?" The other party smiled strangely, "But last night... when we were doing that last night, I called Shinohara Tokiya's name, didn't you hear?"

He froze for a moment, suddenly feeling complicated.

Gojo Satoru's behavior, is it a betrayal of him?It doesn't seem like much, but it feels awkward no matter how you think about it.

Forget it, why think so much, as long as he feels good.

Gojo Satoru pestered him to go on a date, but he couldn't bear his conscience, so he went to the dormitory first, condolences to those students who had food poisoning, and apologized to them one by one.

"Senior Nishihara, what are you apologizing for?" They felt puzzled, "You didn't make this chocolate, and you didn't harm us like this."

"...In any case, as a disciplinary committee member, it is my fault that I failed to prevent this disaster from happening. I will be responsible for everyone's medical expenses."

Everyone was very moved: "Senior Xiyuan, you are really high-minded, and you are indeed a role model for my generation."

Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes at the side, and complained: "Obviously you snatched my chocolate to eat first, and then disliked it after eating it, it's your fault first."

Shinohara also taught him a lesson: "Student Wujo, can you be more mature? Don't worry about such trivial things."

A few people who had a crush on Shinohara Tokiya jumped up from the bed with their weak bodies, and grabbed Shinohara Tokiya's hand: "Senior, on this beautiful Christmas day, please agree to follow me Let's date!"

He felt that Gojo Satoru next to him was staring at him, and quickly refused, "No, I have a boyfriend."

"I will do better than your boyfriend! Please give me this chance!"

"...Here, calm down, there is no need."

It's over, Shinohara Toki also thought to himself, Gojo Satoru is very vindictive, these people probably will have bad luck in the future.

After leaving the dormitory, he was still full of guilt. What he made seriously did not expect such consequences.

Gojo Satoru made a strange smile, "After you finished, didn't you taste it yourself?"

"I don't like sweets, why try it?"

He likes bitter things, and he never adds sugar to his coffee. The reason why he goes to the dessert shop every date is just to conform to Gojo Satoru's preferences.

Moreover, he found that his taste was not similar to that of Gojo Satoru. The food he liked was not liked by the other party, but he hated what the other party liked.

For example, the other party likes to eat bread, but he only likes to eat noodles, the other party likes to eat egg yolks, but he only likes to eat egg whites, and so on, all of which show the incompatibility between the two of them.

But Gojo Wujo speaks plausibly: "Couples don't need to have the same preferences, they just need to complement each other."

"Complementary?"

"Look, you like to eat egg whites, and I like to eat egg yolks. You can help me eat what I don't like. This is complementarity. It's like two puzzle pieces. Although they are not complete, they can be completely put together."

"Yo, Gojo-san, why are you so experienced in love?"

When he picked Xiao Wu home, the other party didn't understand anything, and threatened: "Love is a stupid and meaningless thing. People who are blinded by love are idiots. Love is the scum of human brains." .”

Back then, Xiao Wu would never have imagined that seven years later, he himself would become a love brain.

Wait, it's been seven years, the two of them have known each other for seven years.

I don't know how long we'll be entangled in the future.

"Actually, let me tell you, the food you cook is obviously delicious." Gojo Satoru put his arms around him, "It's because those people have no taste and don't know how to appreciate your food."

He frowned, "Isn't it too forced for you to say that?"

"Really." Gojo Satoru took out the box and ate up the remaining chocolates one by one, "Look, I'll be fine after eating it, it's their own problem."

Shinohara was also shocked and tried to stop him, but the other party didn't take it seriously, "Everyone said it's okay, my wife makes the best things."

However, after that, when they were waiting for the tram, Gojo Satoru suddenly covered his abdomen, and his face suddenly turned blue.

He felt something was wrong, "What's wrong with you?"

The other party forced a smile, "It's okay."

"You don't look right, can't it be food poisoning?"

"Oh, how is it possible, I am the strongest, I have a very good physique, how can mere chocolate poison me?"

But only half an hour later, Gojo Satoru was sent to the emergency room of the hospital.

He vomited until he collapsed first, then was dragged for a blood test, and finally hung up on the water.

While waiting for the blood test report, he couldn't help but slap the other person: "You are sick, you know it's poisonous and you still eat it?"

The other party looked like he was dying, but he still had the strength to wail: "It hurts so much, woo, don't hit me."

At this time a doctor came to examine him. The doctor looked to be in his 20s, young and handsome. The name on his breastplate was Shinide Tomoaki.

"It's very serious." The doctor took the blood report and looked at it for a long time. "The blood report is very abnormal, and the white blood cells are also high. It is estimated that there is a bacterial infection. What on earth can cause such a big reaction?"

As he said that, he looked at Shinohara Shiya, "Are you a family member of Mr. Gojo?"

"I'm not--"

"That's right." Gojo Satoru was dying, but his tone was vigilant, "This is my wife, please don't keep staring at him, or I will kill you."

The doctor was taken aback and smiled, while Shinohara's face turned sour in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, he's sick, so his mind is a little unclear, don't take it for granted."

"It's ok."

The doctor was not only not angry, but even teased, "I said, Mr. Wutiao, you are so insecure, you must have many rivals in love on weekdays, right?"

Gojo Satoru hugged Shinohara Tokiya's waist tightly, and said displeasedly, "Don't worry about it."

"Okay, I understand." The other party's tone seemed to be teasing a child, "You have to watch your lover carefully, don't be snatched away by others."

They spent the rest of the day in the hospital, Gojo Satoru laying on his lap half dead, his face buried in his arms, whimpering like a puppy from time to time.

He was really distressed, but there was nothing he could do except hold her in his arms.

"Wow, it's so uncomfortable..."

He sighed, "Now I know it's uncomfortable? Eat a few more, and you'll see the King of Hades."

"Oh, don't worry." The other party said slowly, "I won't die, I will never let you become a widow."

"You're fucking like this, so stop talking, okay?"

It wasn't until evening that they returned to the apartment after taking the IV drip. Gojo Satoru was leaning limply on him the whole time like a boneless doll, still moaning.

But even though he was sick like this, the other party was still very greedy. When he entered the door and saw the cakes and snacks on the table, he wanted to eat them.

Shinohara Shi also grabbed his back collar, "No junk food is allowed for three days, now, roll me to bed and sleep."

"But, that cake is beautiful..."

"I'll slap you and you'll be pretty too."

He forcibly threw the other party into the bedroom, and the other party curled up in a ball on the bed, reaching out to him pitifully, "Hold me to sleep."

"I haven't showered yet."

"Is there anything to wash, will I despise you for being dirty?"

The other party asked repeatedly, but he could only sit on the bed, hold the other party in his arms, and coax him to fall asleep.

It was originally for Christmas, but it turned out to be a whole day of tossing.

He had taken care of many children before, and none of them were as difficult to take care of as Wujo Satoru.

In the middle of the night, Wujo Wu woke up and found that the bed next to him was empty.

What about people?ran away?

He was startled, and immediately got out of bed. Just as he was panicking, he heard noises from the kitchen outside.

Shinohara was also cooking in the kitchen, and made a mess of the stove and sink. Melted maroon chocolate crumbs fell on the ground and pots. At first glance, it looked like a murder scene.

"What's wrong?" He turned his head and saw Gojo Satoru, "Woke you up?"

Seeing that he was still here, Wujo Wu was relieved.

Still there, didn't run away, didn't leave.

"what are you doing?"

"Learn to make chocolate." Shinohara Toki also poured a bag of cocoa powder into the bowl, added milk and stirred, "I will work harder and try my best to make chocolate that normal people can eat...although there is little hope."

Chocolate is terribly rare and requires strict control over the temperature and the amount of ingredients used. He has failed many times and is tired of it.

Falling in love is really troublesome.

Gojo Satoru was puzzled, "Christmas is over, why do you still make chocolate?"

He wiped the cocoa sauce off his face, "Christmas is over, and next year's Valentine's Day, Valentine's Day is over, and next year's Christmas, anyway, you will always pester me for chocolate, I always Can't give you food poisoning every time?"

After hearing this, Gojo Satoru walked over quietly, and suddenly hugged him tightly from behind.

He accidentally dropped the bowl in his hand into the sink, spilling all the chocolate sauce, and all previous efforts were wasted.

He was about to curse: "What are you doing? I did it all night, and it was finally successful."

The other party didn't care about this, but asked eagerly in his ear: "You mean, we will be together next year?"

"..."

This little bastard is very good at focusing.

"Next year...probably, maybe, let's talk about next year's affairs next year."

Their third graders will graduate next year, Gojo Satoru should stay in the high school as a teacher, and as for him, he should return to Xia Youjie's side.

Xia Youjie has urged him to go back over and over again, and he still needs to take care of the business over there.

"No, you have to keep your word, and we will be together on Valentine's Day and Christmas next year."