Chapter 80

Before this rare weekend without any tasks arrived, Gojo Satoru and Hato Kazuma, following the instructions of their teacher, Yomotsu, called the agent listed on the business card.

His name is Tomoya Tsuji.

As soon as the call connected, the other party greeted me warmly.

"It must be Mr. Gojo and Mr. Hatori, right? Oh, it's an honor to have the opportunity to guide you this time!"

Being addressed as "sir" by an older person... Gojo Satoru blinked twice, finding it all quite novel.

"Is there anything we need to prepare in advance?"

"Hahaha, no need, no need,"

Tsuji Tomoya laughed heartily and was very friendly, speaking quite politely.

"I'll give you a draft of the interview beforehand, so you can prepare your answers accordingly!"

"If there are any questions you don't want to answer, just let me know, and I'll help negotiate with the magazine to have them change the question or cancel the interview."

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, it's just a personal interview to thank our fans. Wow, you guys are really popular! We have a lot of gifts to give you!"

Tomoya Tsukichi thoughtfully listed a long list of precautions, and also told him to go to bed early the night before the interview, and preferably apply a hydrating face mask to ensure he was in the best condition for the magazine shoot the next day.

After hanging up the phone, Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment, then asked Yu to take a real one.

Do you think we need... um, to put on a face mask?

Kazuma Hatake shook his head decisively.

"Completely unnecessary."

The handsome little Goku on the game packaging, and his second playthrough in the game, have fully demonstrated what a great face this is.

"Then let's just ignore it—"

Gojo Satoru tossed his phone aside, leaned back on the bed, rolled lazily half a circle, and as usual pulled a pillow over to hug.

"Let's play games!"

He then happily called out to Kazuma Hatake to play with him.

Just as he was about to return to his dormitory, Kazuma Hatori paused, turned back without hesitation, turned on the TV, handed the other person a controller, and then sat down by the bed, his head level exactly the same as that of Gojo Satoru who was lying down.

Too lazy to move the game console between the two dorm rooms, Gojo Satoru simply bought two consoles and kept some game discs in each.

At that moment, while waiting for the game to load, he casually opened a red bean paste dumpling that he hadn't finished eating, broke it in half, gave one half to Kazuma Hagoromo, and ate the other half himself in one bite, his cheeks puffing out.

While performing this series of actions, his eyes were still fixed on the screen, and he paid almost no attention to his hands.

You could say that what I just did was purely unconscious, or something I've gotten used to after spending so much time together.

Kazuma Hatori took the half of the red bean paste dumpling and ate it very naturally, then licked his fingers, which were covered in red bean paste.

They didn't exchange a single word throughout the entire process, as if these actions were a pre-established convention, a subconscious behavior resulting from countless sharing sessions.

As for Kazuma Hatake's statement that he "doesn't eat sweets much," he stopped saying that a long time ago.

The setting sun cast long, lifelike shadows of the thumb-sized porcelain cats on the windowsill onto the bed and floor, making it seem as if these kittens had truly come to life, leaping lightly and spiritedly around the room, rolling around the two of them, licking their fur, and chasing butterflies.

Just like the occasional bursts of laughter and pleasant conversation, this brief moment was made to last even longer.

…………

On the weekend of the magazine interview, Kazuma Hatori was woken up early by Satoru Gojo knocking on his door. He washed up, got dressed, and then set off for his destination.

As soon as Kazuma Hatori stepped out of the dormitory, he squinted at the sight of Gojo Satoru dressed as him, unable to bear looking directly at him.

"How could you wear a college uniform to an interview?"

Kazuma Hatori tugged at a bit of fabric from his shirt, indicating that he wasn't wearing a jacket, and that the pure white shirt wasn't anything special in terms of style or design, so it shouldn't matter.

"I took off my coat on purpose."

“That won’t do either,” Gojo Satoru asked. “What about your everyday clothes?”

Kazuma Hatori answered him with silence.

Gojo Satoru: “…………”

Gojo Satoru raised his hand to compare the heights of the two men, and after finding that Hagoromo Kazuma was only slightly shorter than him, he turned around and went back to his dormitory.

"Wait a minute, I'll go back and get one of mine for you!"

They're all cool guys who're about to be on the cover of a magazine, how can they just wear such an ordinary white shirt!

It must be admitted that both 28-year-old Gojo Satoru and 15-year-old Gojo Satoru have their own ideas about dressing.

And it's really cool.

After Yutori Kazuma changed back into the outfit that Gojo Satoru had carefully selected, and after he took a few steps back to create some distance, he even lifted up the leg of his sunglasses and looked Yutori Kazuma up and down several times with his blue eyes before finally nodding in satisfaction.

"Hmm, that's more like it."

"good."

Kazuma Hatori pursed his lips, just as he was about to smile, when Satoru Gojo was shocked and quickly waved his hand to make him take it back.

"You're a cool guy now. Remember, you're a cool guy with a blank expression. You absolutely can't smile, understand? This outfit is tailor-made for cool guys. You won't be handsome if you smile!"

Kazuma Hatori, who rarely laughs but is forced to suppress his expression, is speechless.

He asked Gojo Satoru curiously, "When you wear this outfit, do you not smile at all?"

Really? ...This lively and pretty girl, Xiao Wu, also has times when she puts on a cool, serious expression?

"This is what I wore when I went back to Gojo's house,"

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips; just thinking about it made him unhappy.

"I can't laugh when I see those old guys lecturing me with stern faces."

"...Hiss."

"Hey, I told you not to laugh!"

"well."

“…”

When Gojo Satoru and Hato Kazuma arrived at the foot of the mountain of the high school, Tsutachi Tomoya, the agent of SS Agency, was already waiting for them by the car.

His eyes lit up when he saw two handsome men with completely different auras walking side by side.

"Wow, that's great! You look so energetic!" he praised generously. "You're just as good as those popular idols! You're definitely going to be a star!"

"Really!"

Gojo Satoru was overjoyed by the praise, and even his upright, pure white hair seemed to become more energetic, making him incredibly cute.

Kazuma Hatori stared at the soft white fur that shimmered with a faint glow in the sunlight, a restless feeling stirring within him.

Gojo Satoru crossed his arms and smiled at his manager, pretending not to know that someone was watching him, but a hint of eagerness was hidden beneath the surface.

Hmph, he really is very charming!

The extended limousine that came to pick them up was specially prepared by SS Studio, and it even came with a driver and two assistants—even though the interviews and filming were all in Tokyo, the necessary pomp and circumstance could not be lacking.

The two assistants were very cute young girls. As soon as they saw Gojo Satoru get into the car, their eyes lit up.

Just like on TV, he really is an incredibly handsome guy!

Is Mr. Gojo a foreigner?

After the car started moving, one of them couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"The white hair doesn't look dyed... Ah, if you feel it's presumptuous, you don't have to answer!"

After all, eyebrows and eyelashes are pure white – if you're dyeing your hair, you'd rarely dye your eyebrows and eyelashes at the same time.

"It's natural."

Gojo Satoru twirled a tuft of hair that had fallen in front of his eyes and smiled, satisfying their curiosity. "He's not a foreigner either."

The two little girls let out soft gasps of surprise, sounding quite delighted.

Kazuma Hato sat next to Satoru Gojo, nodding slightly in agreement, completely understanding why his assistant was so happy.

Not to mention Japanese people, this kind of completely pure white hair is an extremely rare hair color even among foreigners.

Generally speaking, it is very rare to see someone with truly pure white hair unless they are old, sick, or have dyed their hair.

This also means that Wu, with his white hair and blue eyes, is truly a treasure of the world.

Kazuma Hatori, a fan of white-haired characters, offered an exceptionally serious evaluation from the perspective of giving full play to his personal initiative.

Gojo Satoru's azure eyes shifted slightly, landing on Hato Kazuma beside him, who seemed to be thinking a lot of things. He narrowed his eyes without making a sound, and even the faint smile that appeared on his face showed an unusually cunning taste.

Although I don't know exactly what this kid is thinking, he's probably secretly praising him in his heart, right?

Hmph.

After the car stopped in front of the magazine office, Tomoya Tsutsuji took them to meet the editor-in-chief of this interview and reminded them that the photo shoot would begin after the interview.

"The clothes they provide will be changed into then..."

"What?! We have to change our clothes?!"

As soon as he started speaking, Gojo Satoru was immediately shocked—it was clearly the clothes he had carefully selected for the two of them!

"Of course, fashion magazines mean they need to shoulder the responsibility of leading young people's trends and aesthetics, and sometimes they also need to advertise for sponsors,"

Tsuji Tomoya patiently explained, glancing up at the logo on Gojo Satoru's clothes.

"Even if the fit is okay, you can't wear clothes that are too cheap, at least..."

He stared at the gleaming luxury brand logo and suddenly fell silent.

Even Kazuma Hatori, who was standing next to Gojo Satoru, was dressed in an expensive luxury item—although he knew almost nothing about such things and was unaware of the value of the clothes.

But for Tomoya Tsuji, who is well-versed in the entertainment industry and has a deep understanding of luxury goods, this scene was a financial blow.

One shirt alone is worth at least three months' salary for him...

No, does a rich kid like him really need to do an interview with a mere fashion magazine...?

Even if you go to a financial magazine, you'll be greeted with bows and scrapes, right?

So, what did the boss initially tell him? [To fulfill any request to the best of his ability. Absolutely, absolutely do not offend them.]

When he first heard the instruction, he thought it was because he was worried that the fans would be unhappy with their idol's treatment and would cause a scene—after all, things like blocking the entrance of the agency with trucks and sending wreaths to vent their anger had happened before.

So that's how it is... Because this person's personality is so easy to get along with, he had never thought of it that way before.

"...You can wear this if you want, no problem."

Faced with his manager's sudden change of heart and noticeably weaker tone, Gojo Satoru blinked his azure eyes.

Huh? Why did the other person become so agreeable before he even opened his mouth?