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"Then let's go to Jay's room."
Without giving them a chance to refuse, he didn't seem to intend to listen to anyone's explanations. He just walked in front of the three people and opened the door first.
A person with a strong and self-willed personality should not be so flamboyant on a first meeting, even if he or she is good-looking.
Geto Suguru silently deducted points from Hipper in his heart.
The impression points decreased, but the impression was greatly improved.
Not a very good impression.
But he wouldn't embarrass anyone, and it wasn't a big deal. The private area of the room wasn't yet so private that it would be unbearable if a few people came in.
As a guest, Ieiri Naoko sat down, restraining her gaze from wandering, understanding her status and proper manners. Gojo Satoru paid no attention, looking wherever he pleased. Meanwhile, Hipper came and went as swiftly as the host entertaining a guest.
When he saw the vase with lilies on the table and the green plants on the windowsill, Geto Suguru immediately reversed his bad impression.
She is a detail-oriented and enthusiastic person, and her love for life is also passed on to those around her. In this way, she seems more like an ordinary person, not a genius or a sorcerer, and she has too much of a sense of life.
You're a gentle person, Hipper.
The impression points deducted have been greatly improved.
People will subconsciously judge others because of worldly concepts. When Xia Yujie realized his mistakes, he silently corrected them in his heart and disciplined himself not to make the same mistake again next time.
It’s the first time we meet, and we both can’t let down our guard. There’s not much we can see, so let’s spend more time together.
Hipper laid out the food, prepared the bowls and chopsticks, the soup base, and the spice dishes, moving with the skill of a waiter. Geto Suguru and Naoko Ieiri watched for a moment, not finding any space to intervene. Their final stubbornness forced them to open bottles and pour four glasses of juice.
We can't just do nothing, right?
"Wu, stop eating and sit back down."
Reaching out to separate Gojo Satoru's hand from his, who was still trying to pick up the food, and setting the dessert plate aside, Hipper gestured for Ieiri Naoko to turn on the stove and put the food on. He looked down at the crumbs on his fingers, then at the plate he had set aside, then returned to his seat to wait for the meal. Before he could speak, Hipper set the last plate down, "Let's eat."
The timing was perfect, the food in the pot was already cooked, and we could eat it right away. I couldn't help but feel that he was a person with a strong sense of time.
After taking a sip of the soup, Hipper's expression relaxed. After eating a few bites of the dishes, he began to pour oil and prepare to grill the meat. He seemed to enjoy taking care of others very much.
"How's the soup base? Is it salty or bland?"
The raw meat is placed on the oil pan, making a sizzling sound, oil splashing everywhere, and the aroma of the roasted surface gradually spreads.
"The taste is just right, very delicious." After chewing and swallowing the food in his mouth, Jia Ru Nishiko's face was full of satisfaction soothed by the food. Needless to say, the expression of the diner enjoying the food is the greatest affirmation to the chef.
Of course, verbal praise is the icing on the cake.
"Did you make the recipe yourself? That's amazing." He gave appropriate encouragement and noticed that some spices were packed in small mesh bags. He guessed that they were probably homemade.
"Yeah, it's better to eat good food. It should taste as good as the ones sold outside, right?" When talking about his own achievements, his eyebrows were beaming, and he could make ordinary things look very interesting with his eloquent mouth.
She chatted with Ieiri Naoko, her work still in progress, and placed the small plate of cake in front of Gojo Satoru before he dropped his chopsticks. She answered Geto Suguru's question while refilling his glass of juice. Even the grilled meat, which he'd glanced at for a moment, was spiced and placed in his bowl.
This person... is so strange.
He gently bit the rim of the glass and swallowed the juice in small sips, his eyes fixed on the face of this girl who could do things half-heartedly without making mistakes and still chat enthusiastically with others.
Can one person really do these things? To be so attentive, to grasp everyone's taste, to what they left unsaid, to what they were about to do next, to know their habits like the back of his hand.
After looking at her for a long time, Gojo Satoru noticed that she was about to turn her head, so he looked away.
"Is it so delicious that you can't speak?"
She put some hot pot meatballs in Gojo Satoru's bowl, which was also his favorite flavor.
How does she manage to always pick the dish that suits her taste?
Seeing that everyone's bowls were already filled with their own dishes, Hipper slowly put down his serving chopsticks and ate his own. As he ate, he glanced at Gojo Satoru with a teasing look. His eyes clearly told him: I know you've noticed something's wrong. What are you going to do?
Gojo Satoru chewed the food in his mouth and met Hipper's gaze through his sunglasses without saying a word.
What could he do? Didn't he see that the other two had already been bewitched by her?
His six eyes made him more perceptive than ordinary people. Living under pervasive surveillance since childhood made him extremely sensitive to any kind of attention. However, he had not felt that disturbing attention since entering the technical college.
He gritted his teeth at the thought of this cunning stalker, someone he had been trying to catch and kill for over a decade without success.
Is there any difference between Tokyo Jugo's barrier and Gojo's? Oh, that guy can't get in Tengen's barrier?
He didn't bother to pay attention to her. Gojo Satoru glanced at her and stopped looking at her. This person's gaze was within the normal range, no different from that of Ieiri Shoko and Geto Suguru.
Is her voice so nice?
Be sincere, enthusiastic, and never empty. Use thoughtful and humorous words to bridge the gap between people, and take the initiative to make people reject you at the right time.
What the hell is this guy up to? Is he playing house with curses?
He suddenly stopped chewing and opened his eyes wide as if he had been enlightened. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that Hipper's words and actions had made him very clear from the moment they first met - the look in his eyes of raising a small animal.
Take care of their mood, make food by yourself, communicate with them warmly, and keep your eyes on them.
That is the joy of appreciation and cultivation.
It was a bit outrageous, and coming to this conclusion made him want to laugh.
Is bad luck always inevitable? Why did he run into another mentally ill person right after leaving Kyoto? Or had he never left that person's sight? Were they the same person?
“Tsk.”
Putting down the empty cup, he felt a little unhappy. Under Hipper's gaze, he picked up a meatball that was not to his taste and ate it viciously.
This person did not refill Gojo Satoru's cup, as if he understood his resistance at the moment, and turned around to continue chatting with Geto Suguru.
There was only a few words and glances between them, and each of them got the information they wanted through secret confrontation.
Looking at the other two clueless students, Gojo Satoru made no attempt to warn them. Wouldn't it be more interesting to wait for them to discover the truth on their own? Trusted and trusted companions, so engrossed in the development game, would surely have a truly fascinating expression upon learning the truth.
It's so pitiful to be kept in the dark. Do you want me to give you a hint?
He looked up and saw Hipper tilting her head to look at him, her index finger pressed to her lips, signaling him not to speak. Her eyebrows curved, and her eyes, similar to his, revealed a sly smile. As she swallowed the food, a satisfied expression spread across her face, as if hinting that her hidden greed was being gradually satisfied.
At this moment, Ieiri Naoko and Geto Suguru were eating the food in their bowls with their heads down, and no one noticed her expression.
For a moment, Gojo Satoru felt as if he was looking in a mirror. He had seen that look before, in the mirror, in his eyes.
He was a little interested.
Schipper had already made it clear that it was time for him to play. This round was so exciting, how could he miss this opportunity? The four players were on a first-come, first-served basis, so it was okay for him to take the special seat first.
Come on, come on, now we are face to face, let me see whether your eyes are everywhere or the six eyes are more seamless.
"What are we having for dinner tomorrow?"
Since Hipper likes playing house so much, then give her a chance. If the food is delicious and suits his taste, how can I refuse it?
Geto Xia Yu paused and thought to himself that Gojo Satoru was very good at climbing the pole, and he was really polite.
"tomorrow?"
Hipper eats quickly, and the bottom of the pot is empty after a few chopsticks.
"How about noodles tomorrow?" She poured herself a refill of juice and filled the grill with the remaining raw meat.
"You can choose your own flavor, but you'll need to prepare the ingredients for whatever you want." She flipped the roast meat over one by one, then evenly sprinkled the spices on the surface with a meticulous, leisurely touch. A thought struck her, and she gently set the bottle aside, resting her chin on her folded hands. She suggested, "Let's play rock-paper-scissors to decide who washes the dishes."
"Second the proposal." Jiajiazi raised his hand.
Geto Suguru put down his chopsticks and got ready.
Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow when he heard this. Rock-paper-scissors is a game that relies on intelligence and eyesight. With Hipper and his own six eyes present, wouldn't the other two just be runners-up?
Anyway, it is impossible that he was the one who washed the dishes first.
“3, 2, 1.”
Four people stretched out their hands, and only one of them made a scissor hand gesture.
Gojo Satoru's eyes widened, and the next second he realized that he was being targeted by a joint attack.
"Thank you for your hard work, Satoru."
The instigator glanced at him lightly and continued playing rock-paper-scissors with a smile.
Geto Suguru was the second, Naoko Ieiri was the third, and she herself was the fourth.
The three of them were clearly played by her.
Seeing that the other two students didn't think there was anything wrong with this order, and instead thought that this method was simple and effective, I strongly agreed with it.
Tsk, these two guys have been fooled around.
Nemesis, it must be the nemesis of Gojo Satoru!
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