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

As it turned out, Zenin Maki's judgment was very accurate.

For the next hour, the training ground was in complete chaos.

Gojo Satoru didn't use any overly exaggerated techniques; most of the time, he simply dodged, parried, and offered gentle guidance. But for the students, even this "gentle guidance" was enough to torment them.

He dodged Maki's attacks with minimal effort, each miss so precise it was infuriating.

The panda tried to attack from the side, but Gojo Satoru gently patted its shoulder, causing the panda to spin uncontrollably halfway around.

The dog-like creature finally found an opportunity to attack.

Gojo Satoru bowed with a smile.

The attack failed.

Dog-Roll Thorn: "...Bokuyu-hana (wooden fish flower)."

With his hands in his pockets, Gojo Satoru said casually, "Thorn, the timing is good, but the visibility is too obvious."

Dog-Curl Thorn silently gave an "understanding" gesture.

Maki wiped the sweat from her brow and gritted her teeth, saying, "You're in an annoyingly good mood today."

Wu Tiao Wu tilted his head.

"Is there?"

"Yes," the panda said, lying on the ground and raising its paw. "It's obvious."

Dog-like spiny thorns: "Salmon."

Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, as if he was thinking seriously.

"It might be because the teacher was diagnosed today as occasionally very cooperative."

The training ground fell silent for a moment.

Maki: "...What?"

The panda rolled over and sat up: "Diagnosis?"

Dog-Curl Thorn: "Mentaiko?"

Gojo Satoru smiled and said, "It's a professional judgment of a private doctor."

Maki's expression became very subtle.

"When did you get a private doctor?"

"Hmm—" Gojo Satoru drawled, "Recently?"

The panda's eyes lit up immediately.

"Wu, your tone is suspicious."

Dog-Curl nodded seriously: "Salmon."

Gojo Satoru took out his phone and glanced at it.

There are no new messages on the screen.

He had only glanced at it out of habit, but seeing the quiet chat box, he felt a strange sense of regret.

The moment the thought popped into his head, Gojo Satoru found it amusing.

It's not like I'm a primary school student waiting for a friend to reply to a text message.

But the screen lit up the next second.

[Dr. Xiaocheng: A child just said that a stethoscope is something doctors use to eavesdrop on their stomachs.]

Gojo Satoru's lips suddenly curled up.

He replied with his head down.

[Wu: So what did it say?]

Sumire Kawakawa replied after a while.

[Dr. Xiaocheng: He said he ate too much fried chicken for lunch.]

[Insight: The stomach tells a lot.]

[Dr. Xiaocheng: Hmm.]

[Dr. Xiaocheng: And the evidence is conclusive.]

Gojo Satoru chuckled.

[Insight: Does Dr. Kozumi also interrogate the stomach?]

[Dr. Xiaocheng: Occasionally.]

[Wu: That's amazing.]

[Dr. Xiaocheng: If you only eat sweets for lunch, you'll be interrogated too.]

Gojo Satoru stared at the sentence for a while, his smile deepening.

[Wu: How did Dr. Kosuke know what I ate for lunch?]

Sumi Kichikawa paused for a moment.

He didn't actually know.

I just casually mentioned it as part of the conversation.

But he suddenly realized that he seemed to unconsciously wonder if Gojo Satoru had eaten well that day, where he went, whether he had finished work, and whether he had bought his favorite drink on the way.

With her eyes lowered, Sumire Kichikawa replied:

[Sumi Kawakawa: Just guessing.]

Sweet White Cat: You guessed right.

[Sumi Kawakawa: So you really only ate sweets?]

Looking at this line of text, Gojo Satoru inexplicably felt as if he had been caught red-handed by a doctor.

He was about to reply when Maki spoke coldly beside him:

"Could you please stop looking at your phone so much while you're training?"

Wu Tiao Wu looked up.

Maki crossed her arms, her expression evolving from displeasure to disgust.

The panda peeked out from the side: "Wu, who is it?"

Dog-like Thorn: "Salmon?"

Gojo Satoru put away his phone and said casually, "Just an ordinary friend who cares about the teacher's health."

"Just friends?" Maki repeated.

The panda stroked its chin: "Would ordinary friends care about you?"

Gojo Satoru stated confidently, "The doctor will."

Maki was silent for two seconds.

"They really worked hard."

The panda nodded: "Being a doctor isn't easy."

Dog-like spiny thorns: "Salmon."

Gojo Satoru: "Do you guys have some kind of misunderstanding about the teacher?"

All three of them looked away at the same time.

Gojo Satoru looked at them and suddenly found it amusing.

Normally, he would probably take the opportunity to make a scene, deliberately teasing the students until they walked away in disgust.

But he didn't today.

He just glanced down at his phone again.

In the chat box, Sumi Kichikawa was still waiting for his reply.

Gojo Satoru thought for a moment and replied:

[Insight: I ate a sandwich.]

This is not lying.

Although there was indeed a large piece of cake next to the sandwich.

Sumi Kawakawa replied quickly:

[Dr. Xiaocheng: Qualified.]

Looking at the word "qualified," Gojo Satoru felt inexplicably better.

Maki frowned even more.

"He's really acting strange."

The panda nodded deeply: "You're in love, aren't you?"

Dog-like spiny thorns: "Salmon."

Gojo Satoru raised his head.

"panda."

"Um?"

"Extra training."

panda:"……"

Maki immediately took a step back, indicating that she was distancing herself from the panda.

Dog-Turtle silently turned around, pretending that he was just passing by.

In the days that followed, both of them were busy.

Kikawa Sumi is busy with outpatient clinics, on-call duties, and handling emergencies.

Gojo Satoru continues to shuttle between the college, his workplace, and dessert shops in various places.

They never met again.

But the news never stopped.

Sometimes it's Gojo Satoru who sends me a picture of a dessert.

[Sweet White Cat: Doesn't this look like the sticker Xiaocheng bought?]

The photo shows a marshmallow shaped like a cat's paw.

Sumire Kawakawa replied:

[Sumi Kawakawa: Like.]

[Sweet White Cat: Isn't it cute?]

As Sumire looked at the screen, it was as if she could see the deliberately raised tone at the end of Gojo Satoru's words.

He replied:

[Sumi Kawakawa: Cute.]

The other side quickly replied:

[Sweet White Cat: Am I still a marshmallow?]

Sumire Kawakawa paused for a moment.

Then reply honestly:

[Sumi Kawakawa: You.]

It was quiet for a while.

After a while, Sumi Kichikawa began to doubt whether she had been too direct.

Then Gojo Satoru sent a meme of a white cat burying its face in its paws.

[Sweet White Cat: Xiao Cheng fouled.]

Sumi Kichikawa looked at the cat, a slight smile curving her lips.

Sometimes, it's Sumi Kichikawa who sends messages late at night.

[Sumi Kawakawa: Today, a child chose a pudding sticker.]

Gojo Satoru replied almost instantly.

Sweet White Cat: You have good taste.

Sumi Kichikawa took a picture of the remaining sticker pages.

One of the pudding patterns is missing.

Gojo Satoru sent a voice message.

"Dr. Xiaocheng, do you still have mine?"

Kikawa Sumi was drinking water in the duty room when she heard the voice message, and her eyes softened.

He didn't type.

I also sent a voice message back.

"Yes, it's here. I've kept it for you."

There was no reply from them for a long time.

A few minutes later, Gojo Satoru sent a message.

Sweet White Cat: Yay!

Sumire Kawakawa smiled gently as she read those words.