13
After leaving the game room, the atmosphere among the three of them became quiet again.
Hipper is the kind of person who can entertain herself no matter how bad the atmosphere is. You say she can't read the air, but she can tell what you are thinking just by looking at your expression.
Micro-expressions, body movements, and minute details break down people's thinking.
Geto Suguru was secretly thinking about Hipper again.
Gojo Satoru? He was the one who made the atmosphere awkward.
He was depressed about losing to Hipper in the gaming field, annoyed that Geto ignored his warnings, and annoyed that he had no idea how to deal with Hipper.
If they were to fight, he had a 50-50 chance of winning. This guy must have a back-up plan. He was being plotted against, monitored, and analyzed. He was completely transparent and naked in front of her, with no secrets or privacy left.
While he was still feeling ashamed and angry, this person had a nonchalant expression. Someone who had acted offensively out of curiosity alone could not be expected to control himself.
Is it possible to make a control freak, a stalker, a voyeur, a normal person?
One was reflecting on himself, the other was condemning and cursing in his heart, but when Hipper went into the store, his body unconsciously followed him in.
Oops, my body took the initiative to follow this person, and my brain protested belatedly.
Gojo Satoru: "..."
She...at least her GPS is very useful.
It is difficult to find excuses for yourself and to refute yourself. This is not a subconscious action.
"Have you ever played this, Satoru?"
A pink game disc cover came into view. He looked closely—wasn't that the poster at the door? It was the store's hot-selling GalGame game.
?
It's a genre I've never played, never encountered, and have no interest in.
"Oh, you haven't played it."
She saw it, picked out a few game discs of the same type that had received rave reviews, and took them to check out.
"How can this game be fun?" He muttered quietly to save face.
"Isn't it just love?"
It's just a multiple-choice question, isn't that easy? Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru regained his confidence. He took out all the game discs that Hipper had just selected and decided to try a new field.
There is no need to go to this extent to challenge Hipper.
While thinking this in his mind, Geto Suguru took the hot-selling game disc from the shelf.
Friends should be more sociable.
He didn't really want to play, he was just curious about how Hipper would play the game.
"Hippo, this!" Gojo Satoru held up two game discs. Biohazard and Gran Turismo. These gory, competitive games were the kind that easily stimulated adrenaline. Perfect for the adrenaline-seeking youngster.
Do you want to invite her to play together?
Had he forgotten the blow she had just dealt him? Was he the type who could be coaxed into submission with a slap in the face and a sweet treat? She hadn't even started coaxing him yet.
Gojo Satoru calmed himself down with just two game discs.
Despite being extremely sharp and defensive, he's surprisingly easy to coax, completely different from the adult Gojo-sensei. He's not easy to coax or trick, but his personality is a bit less sharp.
It would be nice if the two of them could just neutralize each other.
"Excuse me."
A woman with a side braid patted her shoulder, with a gentle temperament and a gentle smile.
"What's up, ma'am?" Hipper approached with a smile, very polite. Because he was taller than her, he bent down cooperatively.
The lady with well-maintained skin studied her face closely, her eyes unblinking as she asked, "Can I take a picture with you?"
"Because you're beautiful."
"You have a pair of blue eyes, which I really like."
What a straightforward, lovely and sweet-talking lady.
"OK."
Gojo Satoru and Geto Summer Oil squeezed in behind the shelves and peeked out. After all, hadn't they been peeped at enough by Hipper? Occasionally, they had to fight back.
I didn't expect that Hipper's face could attract men, women, young and old, and even seduce married women.
"Can I touch your face?"
"Can."
The lady's soft fingers touched her forehead, chin, eyebrows, nose, corners of lips, and even ears.
Her fingers also smell fragrant, just like her.
Hipper tilted his head, resting it on her palm, revealing an expression of dependence and enjoyment. The lady lowered her eyes to see her like this, and seemed pleased, smiling brightly.
"Can I touch your head?"
"Can."
She agreed quickly, decisively, and without hesitation.
The lady's hands pressed on her head, ruffling her hair into a mess without any method. She was being played with like a doll, but Hipper lowered her head with a smile and did not resist.
"Is this guy into women?" Gojo Satoru gripped the metal shelf, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the scene before him. He couldn't imagine Hipper being romantically involved with anyone else. It was twisted enough that he hadn't even been in a relationship; he couldn't imagine what this guy would become after falling in love.
"It's nothing bad."
Hipper lacks emotion. If she wants to learn, let her learn. Encourage her, but seducing a married lady is a bit too much.
"Jie." Gojo Satoru knocked his head and said seriously, "Is there something wrong with you?"
"Can't you change the person you're in love with?"
Geto Xiayou ignored him and continued talking to himself.
"......"Jay! There's no hope!
The lady rubbed and pulled her hair, and finally fixed it for her, then turned her eyes back to her face.
"Can I hug you?"
Hipper pondered for a moment and agreed. She straightened her back and opened her arms to signal the lady to come closer. The lady looked at her silently and quietly, the smile on her lips gradually straightening.
She suddenly became depressed, and no one knew what she was thinking. Her eyes were stubborn, like a child who refused to admit her mistakes.
"well."
Hipper sighed, a helpless yet indulgent expression on his face, and took the initiative to hug her. He put his mouth close to the lady's ear and whispered something. They couldn't hear what she said, but the two people who were peeking saw that the lady was panicked and uneasy after she finished speaking, pretending to be calm, biting her lip and keeping silent.
What did you say? Why did you scare the person you were seducing like this?
"Want to take another photo?"
The lady nodded, took out her cell phone, took a photo, thanked him and left.
It's a bit like running away.
"Have you chosen yet?"
She turned around and asked the two classmates who were watching secretly on the side.
"alright."
"You don't even let women go."
Gojo Satoru came out from behind the shelf, carrying a handbag and sighed.
"Enlightenment."
Geto Suguru called his name in a warning tone. "How rude."
...My impoliteness is still worse than your insanity, right? Do you want to see who you're speaking for?
"Isn't she cute?"
Hipper thought back to their interaction just now and laughed out loud.
“…”
Is she cute? Is there something wrong with you saying that about a married woman?
"Do you have to date her?" Xia Youjie was worried. He was not worried that she would be cheated if she dated Nian Shang. He had no doubt that her mouth could make anyone happy.
What he was worried about was that Hipper would do strange things in order to experience love without any limits.
"What are you talking about, Jay?" Hipper shook his head and made a big cross.
"Don't mess with the generations."
Are you aware of the age difference between you two? Why not cover up your face next time you go out? Don't attract any weirdos to chat you up again.
"Do I look like Satoru?"
Remembering what 16-year-old Gojo Satoru said in another universe, Hipper stood in front of the reflective glass and looked at his face left and right.
“No!”
Gojo Satoru's scalp might explode at the thought of this. White hair and blue eyes were the limit of what he could accept.
"Satoru should call you sister."
"Huh?"
"Shut up, you two."
The teasing had reached its limit, and the two of them stopped and moved on to other topics. Gojo Satoru, however, quietly pondered this possibility, recalling Hipper's face and comparing it to his own. Her skin color was similar, her eyelashes were just as long, and they were both beautiful, perfect, powerful, and interesting. She could also make desserts.
Is she really not from the Gojo family? Besides being a bit controlling, Hipper actually completely defies his aesthetic. He just doesn't want to admit it, as it makes him look like a sick masochist.
Hipper said she was adopted from an orphanage. Was she abandoned by the Gojo family? Should I really call her sister?
I can’t quite put it into words.
By abandoning your surname, do you want to avoid establishing connections with others?
Isn't his last name nice?
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