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

The night breeze outside the station was a little colder than before.

After Hisahito Itadori was taken away by his teacher and classmates, the street corner suddenly became much quieter.

The rhythm that had been disrupted by the sudden accident gradually returned to normal as the crowd dispersed.

The convenience store's automatic doors opened and closed behind me, emitting a soft beeping sound.

Gojo Satoru, holding a bag of desserts in one hand and with the other hand in his pocket, stood under the streetlight watching Sumi Kikawa.

"Xiao Cheng."

"Um?"

"So," Gojo Satoru drawled, "now that the wounded have been taken away and the teacher has been picked up, can the doctor finally go home?"

Sumi Kichikawa glanced at him.

When Gojo Satoru said this, his tone was languid, as if he were complaining that he had been ignored for half a day.

But Sumire Kichikawa knew that he had actually been cooperating very well.

There was no rushing, no impatience, and she even helped to appease Hisahito Itadori by buying him the Tokyo-limited melon soda flavored drink that he had dropped.

Of course, Gojo Satoru himself would probably not admit that this was "helping".

It would probably be described as "the necessary care that adults should give to teenagers during puberty".

Sumi Kichikawa glanced down at the time.

It's not too late yet.

"are you tired?"

Gojo Satoru immediately raised his hand to his chest, his tone exaggerated: "Is Dr. Kosumi only now remembering to care about me?"

Kikawa Sumi remained expressionless.

"If you're tired, I can take you to the station."

Gojo Satoru: "..."

He paused for two seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing.

"So cold."

"This is a reasonable suggestion."

"But sometimes reasonable suggestions can hurt the white cat's feelings."

Sumire Kawakawa looked at him.

Gojo Satoru stood there, and despite being quite tall, he insisted on describing himself as some kind of large pet forgotten by the roadside.

Sumi Kichikawa's lips couldn't hold back and curled upwards slightly.

"So what do you want to do?"

This is the sentence that Gojo Satoru was referring to.

He immediately raised his hand and pointed to the other side of the street.

"there."

Sumire Kichikawa followed his hand and looked over.

Kikawa Sumire followed his finger. The sign for the arcade on the street corner was dazzlingly bright, and even through the glass doors, one could hear deafening music, cacophonous electronic sounds, and the shouts and laughter of young people. A row of claw machines lit up with flashy colored lights, while racing and dance machines roared nearby.

Gojo Satoru turned his head to the side and looked at him with a smile.

"When I saw the game console at your house before, didn't I say I could try it next time?"

Sumire Kawakawa paused for a moment.

He remembered that night when Gojo Satoru first came to his house, his gaze lingering on the game console in the living room, and he asked, "Doctor, you play video games?"

He said at the time that he knew a little.

Gojo Satoru said that he was also very good at it, extremely good at it, the kind that's invincible.

Then he replied, "I can try it next time."

It turns out that Gojo Satoru still remembers.

Sumi's gaze softened slightly.

"Are you going to pay up now?"

"Of course," Gojo Satoru said matter-of-factly. "It's rare that I have time tonight, and besides, isn't Dr. Kosumi on the afternoon shift tomorrow?"

Kikawa Sumi looked up at him, her expression somewhat puzzled.

"When did I say that?"

Gojo Satoru blinked.

"I accidentally saw a bit of it while you were eating and looking at the shift schedule."

"careless?"

"Yeah, it was an accident," Gojo Satoru said very sincerely. "My eyesight is better."

Kikawa Sumi glanced at his blindfold but didn't expose him. He didn't pursue the matter further, only asking, "Are you sure you want to go now?"

"Sure."

"You're not allowed to throw a tantrum even if you lose."

Gojo Satoru seemed to have heard something very interesting.

He slowly turned his head.

"Dr. Kosuke".

"Um?"

"The premise of your statement seems to assume that I will lose."

"Didn't you say you were very strong?" Sumi Kichikawa said. "Strong people shouldn't be afraid of this premise."

Gojo Satoru paused for a second, then the corners of his mouth slowly widened into a smile.

"Wow."

Sumire Kikawa asked, "What's wrong?"

Are you provoking me now?

"If it works."

"Very effective."

Gojo Satoru raised his hand and clapped his hands lightly.

"Let's go, Dr. Kosuke. Today I'll show you what true invincibility is."

Sumi Kichikawa took the dessert bag from his hand.

"Then let's go, Mr. Invincible."

Wu Tiaowu paused in his steps.

He turned his head to look at Sumire Kichikawa, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just laughed.

"This is a good name; we can keep it."

The arcade was quite crowded.

Students, couples, young office workers after get off work, and parents with children.

The machine's lights reflected on the ground, and the air was filled with the smells of popcorn, plastic, drinks, and the heat from the machine running.

When Sumire Kawakawa walked in, her expression was very calm.

Unlike Gojo Satoru, who naturally exudes a striking presence, he doesn't immediately attract everyone's attention upon entering. His gaze sweeps over the machine arrangement, the exchange machines, the exit location, and the few empty two-player machines at the very back, and he quickly determines the route.

Gojo Satoru noticed this.

"Xiao Cheng is very skilled."

"I've played it before."

"Back in my student days?"

"almost."

Gojo Satoru did not press the matter further.

He simply exchanged the game coins, gave half to Kikawa Sumi, and then handed the small basket to him.

"What should we play first?"

Sumire looked around.

"Do you want to win, or do you want to cooperate?" Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "How so?"

"Because the machines are different," Sumi Kichikawa said. "Competition is about winning and losing, while cooperation is about teamwork."

"Let's have the competition first." Gojo Satoru said without hesitation, "Since it's a duel, we should determine who's better first."

Kikawa Sumi nodded.

"Racing?"

"Can."

They boarded the racing cars side by side.

The screen lights up, and the track selection interface pops up.

Gojo Satoru rested one hand on the steering wheel, his posture casual, looking nothing like someone who was serious about the race.

Sumi Kichikawa glanced at him.

"You're not familiar with the track?"

"No need to get used to it," Gojo Satoru said lightly. "Geniuses adapt quickly."

Kikawa Sumi did not refute, but simply chose a city night view track with many curves.

When Gojo Satoru saw the track preview, he slowly smiled.

"Dr. Kosuke".

"Um?"

"Did you deliberately choose a complicated route?"

Gojo Satoru chuckled softly, his shoulders twitching slightly.

"All right."

The game countdown has begun.

three.

two.

One.

The two cars shot off at the same time the instant they started moving.

Gojo Satoru reacted extremely quickly, making a near-perfect start. The white race car on the screen instantly seized the inside line and took the lead.

Sumi Kawakawa didn't rush to chase after him.

His car started a little slower, but he precisely cut into the outside line before the first bend, using the acceleration to close the gap to half a car length.

Gojo Satoru glanced at his screen out of the corner of his eye.

"Oh?"

Kikawa Sumi's eyes remained fixed on him.

"Watch where you're going."

Gojo Satoru chuckled and joked.

"Will the doctor also give the opponent a heads-up?"

"Winning after being reminded is fairer."

Wow, that's so confident.

At the second bend, Gojo Satoru forcefully blocked the way.

According to the habits of ordinary players, it would be easy to be pushed off the track at this distance, but Susumu Kikkawa did not try to force his way in. He eased off the throttle for a moment, and the car naturally hugged the outside, then cut in during the gap when Gojo Satoru straightened out after the corner.

overtake.

Gojo Satoru's smile paused for a moment.

This was truly a bit of a surprise.

He has always been very casual about playing games.

It wasn't because he disliked them, but because most games were too easy for him.

For him, the limits of reaction, observation, judgment, and hand-eye coordination are usually just a warm-up.

But Sumi Kawakawa's move just now wasn't just luck.

He anticipated Gojo Satoru's positioning, predicted the collision range determined by the system, and even pinned the opportunity to overtake in the shortest possible time.

Gojo Satoru slowly sat up a little straighter.

Sumire Kawakawa noticed his actions.

"Are we getting serious?"

Gojo's lips curled up.

"Dr. Kosuke deserves to be taken more seriously."