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It is rare to see couples in this country being so open and intimate in public like they are.
It was obvious that when she and Gojo Satoru walked arm in arm on the street, there were always vague glances cast at them.
Those looks couldn't be described as condemnation, but more like a curiosity tinged with surprise - after all, in a society where even holding hands makes people hesitate, their blatant intimacy was indeed too conspicuous.
The streets on Halloween are like an overturned candy jar, with colorful crowds pouring out from every corner. It's unknown when this foreign holiday became so popular among young people, and everywhere you look are young faces wearing exaggerated wigs and weird makeup.
"Really..." Hipper frowned unconsciously and moved closer to Gojo Satoru.
The crowded crowd pushed and shoved, the noise was endless, and even the air became turbid - the three elements that Hipper hated: crowds, noise, and chaos, all present.
"Do you want to go back? There are too many people here today." Gojo Satoru, who had been paying attention to Hipper's condition after going out, spoke at the right time, his eyes falling on her slightly furrowed brows.
For him, the interruption of the date didn't matter at all - he could still find countless ways to pass the time when he got back.
What matters is her mood. After all, even the most romantic date loses its meaning if your loved one is upset.
"Go back?" Hipper tilted his head and glanced at him, his eyes full of suspicion.
If this man, whose mind was full of indescribable things, went home now, he would definitely drag her back to the cat bed filled with his scent.
Anyway, whether we were out on a date or at home, I would be the one tormented in the end. So why should I let him have everything he wanted?
"No." She moved closer to Gojo Satoru, wrapping her arms around him even tighter. Her face was filled with disdain and frustration, but her body remained faithfully pressed against him.
"Walk slower!" When you are in a bad mood, you should divert your anger away. This is Hipper's secret to maintaining a good attitude.
Does this guy, who's over 190cm tall, have any self-awareness? His legs are so wide open that she has to jog to keep up. Is this intentional?
“…” He stopped when he heard that, looked down at the girl who was only as tall as his chest, and suddenly raised his hand to cover the corner of his mouth.
Oh no! She's so cute, walking so fast to catch up. But I absolutely can't laugh, or I'll be doomed.
Obediently slowing down his pace, Hipper showed no intention of letting him go, "Were you laughing just now?"
Why are you so sensitive? It's so cute, I couldn't help it.
"I didn't laugh or make any sound." He defended himself. At this moment, no matter what he said, Hipper would not let it go. After watching the movie for a while, she would calm down.
How could she have forgotten that Gojo Satoru was a jokester? She knew he was playing her off, but she couldn't find any real evidence. Being unreasonable wasn't her style, and the emotions she felt, with nowhere to vent, felt like they were stuck in her throat, irritating her to the core.
It wasn't until I entered the theater that I finally relaxed. The light and shadow from the big screen flickered on my face, and the furry dissatisfaction dissipated with the opening music.
After checking in, I took my prime seat in the center of the theater—just the right distance to allow for full vision of the screen and optimal acoustics. The rows in front and behind me were perfectly shielded from noisy children.
"I'm so lucky." Hipper muttered softly. The perfect conditions for watching a movie at the right time and place seemed like they were specially prepared for a date.
The film officially began. For some reason, all animated films had a hypnotic effect on her. The opening theme song had barely begun, and she felt like yawning. At 118 minutes long, Hipper was already wondering how she was going to get through it.
This state of being neither up nor down was the most torturous. I couldn't fall asleep, but I couldn't muster the energy to watch anything seriously. I glanced at Gojo Satoru beside me. He seemed to have no problem with anything about today's schedule. He was even interested in the animated film.
Maintaining a strong curiosity about everything, is this the secret to his eternal youth?
The plot of the movie really didn't pique her interest, so Hipper simply turned her head and looked at the person next to her.
In the dimly lit theater, the light and shadow from the screen played across his profile, sometimes bright, sometimes dim. His white eyelashes trembled slightly with each blink, and the corners of his lips remained raised—even more so than the movie itself.
It's amazing. She looks almost the same as when she was fifteen. She's already twenty-eight, but she still has a baby face.
He unconsciously lifted his chin to his hand and gazed, not realizing that the corners of his mouth had also risen slightly. That was until Gojo Satoru suddenly turned his head, and their eyes met unexpectedly in the dimly lit theater.
Hipper did not dodge, but raised his chin slightly and met the inquiring gaze directly.
He leaned closer and whispered, "Is it good?" It was unclear whether he was asking about the movie or himself, but the teasing tone of his voice must have suggested the latter.
Is he good-looking? Of course he is good-looking, there is no need to think about this question.
The teacher just wants to hear compliments, right? She's already 28 years old, and as a teacher, her role is to encourage students, but now she's looking forward to hearing compliments from students.
In the changing light and shadow on the screen, she caught a glimpse of the man's upturned mouth corners, and that confident expression seemed to say, "Praise me quickly."
No matter what this person does, it's not strange... As long as it's Gojo Satoru, everything makes sense, and this way of acting coquettishly is not out of place.
Is he really not the kind of person who is secretly favored by the world?
Whether it is the six eyes that only appear once in a century, the extraordinary strength, the pleasing looks, the tall stature, or even the family background that others envy, he has all the things that everyone in the world wants to have.
He was like a flawless diamond, so dazzling that one couldn't take their eyes off him. Even his somewhat annoying frivolity and mischievous nature seemed endearing.
"nice."
The explosion in the animated film was crackling and flickering, dyeing half the wall red. Hipper suddenly turned his face slightly, and gently pressed his cool cheek against hers.
"Can I kiss you, teacher?"
The little genius always likes to ask before kissing. Doesn't he know that no matter what she says, he can't refuse?
Is this a test, or some necessary formality?
His eyes fell on her slightly pursed lips, and even that hint of doubt was tinged with a hint of itchiness.
"no."
If everything went her way, then what difference would that make me, at fifteen, no different? Wouldn't I still be completely dominated by Hipper?
Occasionally, a well-timed rejection when she is in the mood will make a rare glimmer of desire appear in those eyes that are always at ease.
——This kind of close yet distant game is the essence of adult love.
You have to whet her appetite a little, occasionally gently push away her outstretched hand, and deliberately shake your head at her expectations - you can't let her get what she wants immediately, and everything will go smoothly.
Otherwise... when she gets tired of playing, maybe one day she will throw herself aside like a piece of chewing gum.
Just like now, isn't she leaving the fifteen-year-old Gojo Satoru alone to accompany her on this date?
This wonderful feeling of replacing "another self" is more refreshing than I imagined.
Hipper's attention is completely occupied by himself now, and he doesn't even have the slightest thought for Gojo Satoru, his real lover...hiss, a subtle sense of victory.
Being rejected was a rare experience. Hipper stepped back and pondered. He obviously liked kissing too, so why didn't he agree?
Is she not as good as the movie, or is she not attractive to him? No, it can't be her who has the problem.
It was a rare experience, and unfortunately, both Gojo Satoru had rejected her at least once. Without asking a second time, Hipper held her face in her hands and watched him quietly until the end of the film.
"Are you holding a grudge?"
The ending theme song of the film echoed cheerfully in the theater. The audience around them left one after another, but they were the only ones who remained sitting there, looking at each other.
"No," Hipper replied calmly, pushing down the hem of her skirt as she stood up. Gojo Satoru cooperated by folding his long legs to make way for her.
As she was about to pass by him, she suddenly stopped in front of him. The girl's calf gently touched his knee, and in the dim light, she said -
“Wu, you…”
"He has grown into a remarkable man."
"Thanks for your hard work."
A simple declarative sentence, without any embellishment or ups and downs, is more impactful than sweet words.
The light in the theater flickered in his pale blue pupils, illuminating the man's stunned expression.
The girl reached out and gently placed her palm on the top of his head. Her fingertips sank into the soft white hair, kneading it.
"You've set a great example." She leaned closer, her hair brushing his cheek. At such close range, she met his pale blue eyes. She paused for two seconds before continuing, "Jay and I both believe that we should be better than you in teaching and educating people."
In front of his pale blue eyes widened in astonishment, Hipper crumpled his figure into a mess, turned and walked out of the passage, waving at him with her back.
"The teacher most popular among students, you will be the one at the bottom from now on, Satoru."
Gojo Satoru sat there in a daze, his hair still in a messy, blown-out mess.
Wait...teacher?!
He stood up suddenly, forgetting to even tidy up the ahoge on his head. "Did you hear me right? You and Jie are going to be teachers?"
"That's right, it helps you relieve stress."
He caught up with Hipper in the passage in a few steps and moved sideways to block her. The tall figure leaned down slightly, silver hair drooping, and approached with a look of disbelief: "Let me make it clear first--"
He pinched her cheek with his fingers and shook it back and forth as if examining a suspicious object. "You wouldn't just let the students read on their own and then boycott the class because you think they're stupid, would you?"
Huh? According to him, this is also a good way to slack off.
"No, I'm a very responsible teacher." Telling lies with open eyes only requires moving your lips.
Gojo Satoru: "People who lie should wear bunny girl costumes when they go home at night."
…
"I'll leave such a stupid student to you."
So, would they really do something as reckless as a strike? And yet they're confident they can take down the most popular teacher... No, if there were no classes and no homework, no student would refuse, right?
After leaving the theater, she naturally took Gojo Satoru's arm. She raised her head and warned him expressionlessly, "Do you remember that we're on a date now?"
"Don't keep saying things that spoil the fun."
She was in the wrong so she used the date as an excuse, and the way she argued made him want to laugh.
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