112, sit at home, the pot comes from the sky._2

"So... if I promise not to hit you, can you add me back onto the whitelist?"

"Whether I hit you or not, what does the whitelist have to do with it?" Gu Tao checked carefully, one finger at a time, his head bowed in extra seriousness: "Your training is about social integration. It starts right after they report on the performance, and it will end when you truly have a sense of crisis and self-protection awareness."

"But you could just tell me. Why do you have to hit me..." Liuzi, feeling wronged, asked with teary eyes: "Is it fun to hit me?"

"Big sister, get it straight, who is hitting whom." Gu Tao pulled a syringe from his backpack and injected it into the back of Liuzi's hand: "I'm giving you a stabilizer. The muscle that's just been repaired might cause some pain, this will block unnecessary pain."