Ms. Gojo thought she was dating an ordinary person's boyfriend.

After finishing the pudding, the group walked along the shopping street towards the station.

At first, everyone was somewhat inclined to "treat Mr. Kikawa's lover well" and kept a close eye on Gojo Satoru's pace.

But they soon discovered that such concerns were completely unnecessary.

Gojo Satoru's personality is so easygoing and so vibrant.

Whenever he sees a new product in a shop window, he stops to study it with great interest; and he never misses a street stall that offers free samples.

He not only knows desserts and is witty, but he also has no airs of an adult. He even helps to shield a few children from the crowd when things get crowded.

Gradually, the awkwardness of "hosting guests" disappeared, and even Li Xiaolang, who initially kept a distance, was teased by Wujiao Wu a few times and gradually joined the discussion.

Gojo Satoru was indeed very excited.

It's been a long time since I spent time like this with a group of friends without any particular purpose.

So long ago, some scenes, even just a slight recollection, would sink deep into my memory along with the cicadas' chirping in summer.

Especially today, Xiaocheng isn't even here.

Gojo Satoru discovered that he had long since experienced the pure joy of enjoying a holiday with his friends like an ordinary person.

When we arrived at the cake shop where the white peach mille-feuille was located, there was already a long queue in front of the door.

A few people stood at the end of the line, chatting as they waited.

"I'll be busy again after the holidays," Sakura sighed softly. "There's so much going on at school lately, I always feel like I don't have enough time."

"It's normal to be a little busy right now." Gojo Satoru put his hands behind his head, looked down at her, and smiled.

"However, you should still rest properly when you need to. For your age, the most important task is to enjoy your youth to the fullest."

After he said that, the surroundings suddenly fell silent for a moment.

Sakura couldn't help but laugh: "The way Mr. Satoru spoke just now sounded exactly like a teacher at school."

Snow Rabbit smiled and agreed: "Indeed, it really has the feel of a head teacher or a homeroom teacher."

"Because I am a teacher," Gojo Satoru replied matter-of-factly.

The air suddenly froze.

Sakura's eyes widened, Li Xiaolang was clearly taken aback, and even Yukito looked surprised.

"T-Teacher?!" Sakura blurted out.

Gojo Satoru pushed up his sunglasses: "What's with your reaction?"

"I never expected this..." Sakura murmured.

Why?

"Because Mr. Satoru doesn't seem like the kind of person who would teach at a school at all."

Tomoyo carefully examined Gojo Satoru for a moment, then smiled and said, "I originally thought that Mr. Gojo might be a model or something, or perhaps some more unusual and freer profession."

"Model sounds good too." Gojo Satoru was quite pleased with the answer, but still corrected him, "However, I'm a very popular and excellent teacher, you know."

He looked at the shocked children in front of him, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"So, to me you're all still kids. Even Yukito is about the same age as my students. Looking at you all, I really feel that at this age, all you should do is happily enjoy your youth."

Sakura nodded thoughtfully.

Yukito couldn't help but laugh: "Although Mr. Gojo said that, it still gives the impression that you graduated a long time ago, even though Mr. Gojo doesn't seem to be much older than us."

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow. "I have indeed graduated a long time ago."

He casually remarked, "When I was in high school, that was ten years ago."

The group fell silent once again.

"...Ten years ago?"

Sakura quickly did some mental calculations, her voice trembling as she asked, "Wait, wait a minute, how old is Mr. Satoru this year?"

"Twenty-eight."

Seeing their frozen expressions, Gojo Satoru bent down in displeasure: "What's with your reaction? Do I look that old?"

"It's not that he's old!" Sakura quickly shook her head frantically. "I just always thought Mr. Satoru was only about twenty-three or twenty-four years old..."

"I thought it was around that age too." Yukito smiled apologetically, "It's mainly because when you chat with everyone, your easygoing and lively personality makes it impossible to perceive the age difference."

Tomoyo covered her mouth and chuckled: "Besides, even though Mr. Gojo is 28 years old, he still looks very young."

Gojo Satoru was very satisfied with this evaluation and immediately took out his phone to send a message to Kikkawa Sumi.

[Xiao Cheng, everyone agrees that your boyfriend is only twenty-three years old.]

Less than half a minute later, Sumi Kichikawa's reply popped up.

Eat less sweets; even a 23-year-old can get cavities.

Gojo Satoru stared at the screen for two seconds, then clicked his tongue softly.

"What did Brother Qichuan say?" Sakura asked curiously.

"He said I do look very young and that I am a very reliable adult," Gojo Satoru said without changing his expression.

Although everyone subconsciously felt that Susumu Kikkawa wouldn't say such a thing, they still praised her for being right.

Upon hearing this, Gojo Satoru proudly raised his chin.

It wasn't until dusk that a few people came out of the shop; the sky had already darkened slightly.

There were more people on the street than in the afternoon, and the streetlights were gradually turning on.

Just as he reached the middle of the street, Gojo Satoru's steps suddenly slowed down for a moment.

A wave of energy, not belonging to the power of magic, rippled out from afar, and in an instant, like wind sweeping across water, it quickly covered the entire street.

The passersby who were talking suddenly stopped.

Then, one by one, people closed their eyes without warning and collapsed. Shop assistants slumped over the counter, while pedestrians slid to the ground against the wall.

"What's going on?" Sakura's expression changed.

Li Xiaolang raised his head almost simultaneously, reaching out to protect Xiaoying, his expression suddenly becoming alert: "It has magic."

Tomoyo swayed, nearly dropping the camera in her hand.

Yukito caught her in time, but the next second, Tomoyo closed her eyes and lost consciousness.

"Tomoyo!" Sakura quickly caught her.

Gojo Satoru stood a few steps away, taking in everything around him.

This force could not affect him, and he had already determined that these people were merely in a forced slumber and were not in any danger to their lives.

But now is clearly not the time to expose ourselves.

He needs to see how he plans to deal with these children first.

So, before Li Xiaolang could turn around and look at him, Gojo Satoru raised his hand to his forehead, pretended to be exhausted, closed his eyes, and slowly sat down against the wall next to him.

"Mr. Wu?" Sakura called out to him hurriedly.

Gojo Satoru did not respond.