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

At 1:30 p.m. on Saturday, the activity room on the first floor of the children's hospital was already bustling with activity.

Following the signs, all sorts of little bear balloons hung along the way, swaying gently in the breeze.

There were also bear stickers at the end of the corridor, and arrows pointed all the way to the entrance of the activity room. A banner on the wall had several large characters written on it.

[Spring Charity Sale and Games Day]

The poster drawn by Haruka Ono was placed in the most conspicuous position.

On the poster, a little bear holds up a controller, with crooked but earnest words written next to it:

Defeating the final boss will earn you the King's Certification!

Chinatsu Miyazawa stood in the center of the activity room, holding a list in her hand. While checking the number of people, she directed the volunteers to move the tables and chairs to both sides.

"The charity sale area is by the window, and the craft area is on the right. The play area shouldn't be too far from the power outlets. Mr. Fujii, please don't lay the cables in the middle of the aisle; the children will fall."

Fujii Makoto squatted on the ground connecting the wires, without even raising his head.

"Do I look like someone who doesn't know this kind of thing?"

Miyazawa Chinatsu glanced at him.

"You just put the repair kit by the door and tripped over it three times."

Makoto Fujii: "..."

When Sumi Kichikawa came out of the storage room, she was carrying a box of prizes.

The box contained stickers, colored pencils, picture books, and small toys for the children, as well as several pre-written award certificates, which he sorted and placed in transparent bags.

When Miyazawa Chinatsu saw him, she immediately waved.

"Dr. Kikawa, where did you put the game tickets?"

"The second folder from the left."

"Where's that white cat sticker? Ono asked three times but couldn't find it."

Sumi Kichikawa paused almost imperceptibly.

"It's in the prize bag."

"real?"

"Um."

Miyazawa Chinatsu stared at him for two seconds, then gave a meaningful smile.

"I thought you had hidden me away by yourself."

Kikawa Sumi placed the box on the table, her expression calm.

"no."

Miyazawa Chinatsu drawled, "Oh—"

Kikawa Sumi didn't respond, but just lowered her head and straightened the event sign.

Makoto Fujii finished connecting the last wire, then got up and turned on the old-fashioned game console.

The TV screen lit up briefly, displaying a pixelated opening screen.

"Alright." Fujii Makoto dusted off his hands. "At least for now, he looks alive."

Haruka Ono happened to be being pushed over in a wheelchair by a nurse, and her eyes lit up the moment she saw the game console.

"Is it powered on?"

"It's open," Fujii Makoto said, "but don't touch it yet, wait until the event starts."

Ono Haruka looked at Sikawa Cheng.

"Dr. Kikawa, when will the final boss appear?"

Sumi Kikkawa straightened the blanket off her lap.

"After 2 o'clock."

"Is he/she your friend?"

"Um."

Haruka Ono immediately sat up a little straighter.

"The one with white hair, who looks like an anime character?"

"Um."

"You mean the one who's really good at video games, and occasionally acts impulsively but isn't a nuisance?"

Sumire Kawakawa paused for a moment.

Miyazawa Chinatsu couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Fujii Makoto crossed his arms, a playful look in his eyes: "That's a rather subtle assessment."

Sumire Kawakawa remained silent for a moment.

"Don't say that to his face."

"Is it okay to do it from behind?"

"That's not good either."

Haruka Ono nodded earnestly.

"Then I'll say he's a very formidable challenger."

"Can."

Miyazawa Chinatsu flipped through the list, her smile never fading.

"Dr. Qichuan, your friend is already a legend in our activity room even before he arrives."

Sumi Kikawa lowered her eyes to check the brakes on Haruka Ono's wheelchair.

He'll like it.

Miyazawa Chinatsu raised an eyebrow.

"You know a lot about this."

Sumi Kikawa's expression remained unchanged: "I roughly understand."

Haruka Ono immediately looked at Chinatsu Miyazawa with a "see for yourself" look.

Miyazawa Chinatsu tried hard to suppress her laughter.

At the same time, at the street corner outside the hospital.

A black sedan was parked on the side of the road, not near the hospital's main entrance.

Kiyoshi Ijichi sat high in the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel, hesitating several times as if he wanted to say something.

Gojo Satoru wasn't wearing his blindfold today.

Sunglasses perched on his nose, his white hair falling loosely across his forehead.

He was wearing a light-colored short jacket over a soft white knit sweater, his trousers were neatly creased, and his shoes were clean.

He looked clean and fresh, like a recent college graduate.

At that moment, he was looking down to check that the white cat sticker on the back of his phone case was not peeling off.

Ichiji silently watched him through the rearview mirror.

"Mr. Gojo," he couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure you don't need me to see you to the door?"

"Need not."

Gojo Satoru put his phone in his pocket, his tone light and cheerful.

"This is fine."

Ichi glanced at the hospital gate.

At a glance, all that could be seen coming and going were family members, children, and hospital staff.

"If you have any last-minute arrangements later—"

There are no tasks this afternoon.

"That record..."

Gojo looked up.

Through the sunglasses, that glance didn't seem heavy.

But this immediately silenced Ichiji.

The car fell silent again.

After a moment, Gojo Satoru smiled, his tone calm.

"Ichichi."

"Yes."

"I'm just going to volunteer."

Ichiji did not ask any further questions.

He lowered his head and softened his voice.

"I see."

Gojo Satoru opened the car door, and before getting out, he looked back as if he had remembered something.

"You don't need to wait for me today."

"Yes."

"Don't let anyone come to the vicinity after 5 PM."

Ijichi tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

"……yes."

Gojo closed the car door.

The black sedan quickly drove away from the intersection.

He stood there, watching the car turn the corner and disappear before turning and walking towards the hospital.

The little bear balloon at the hospital entrance swayed in the wind.

Gojo Satoru looked up and couldn't help but smile.

He took out his phone and sent a message to Sumi Kichikawa.

[Wu: I've arrived at the hospital entrance.]

The message was answered quickly.

[Dr. Xiaocheng: Turn right after entering and follow the little bear balloon.]

Gojo Satoru lowered his head and chuckled.

[Gojo Satoru: Dr. Kosumi really did use a bear-shaped balloon to give directions!]

[Dr. Xiaocheng: If it works, then it's good.]

Gojo Satoru put away his phone and went into the hospital.

The hall smelled of disinfectant, along with the sweet aroma of the charity sale snacks. Several children ran past him carrying balloons, but halfway there they couldn't help turning back to look at him.

Gojo Satoru waved to them.

The child paused for a moment, then immediately smiled and waved back at him.

He followed the little bear balloon all the way forward.

A very slight commotion suddenly arose at the entrance of the activity room.

First, the volunteer in charge of receiving them stopped talking.

Then, several family members near the door subconsciously looked over.

Then, Fujii Makoto, who had been adjusting the cables, looked up and paused. Miyazawa Chinatsu also paused for a second when she saw who it was.

Someone was standing at the door.

He was very tall and had a striking head of white hair.

That person was clearly not an ordinary family member who had mistakenly entered the hospital.

It's not that his clothes were particularly extravagant.

On the contrary, he was dressed neatly today, which was also appropriate for this kind of indoor activity.

But that's precisely why it's so obvious.

Her snow-white hair fell loosely on her forehead and temples, so soft it was almost unreal.

The sunglasses covered part of his eyes, but they couldn't hide his high nose bridge, clean jawline, or the frivolous yet beautiful smile when the corners of his lips lazily curved upwards.

He just stood there, the afternoon light from outside streaming in from behind him, and the balloons, stickers, old game consoles, and children's tables and chairs in the activity room suddenly seemed to transform into a stage set.

Several children were the first to react.

"Wow."

A small, surprised voice came from the corner.

Another little boy tugged at his mother's sleeve and whispered, "Mom, is that older brother a celebrity?"

The family members quickly told him not to talk nonsense, but they couldn't help glancing at the door again.

Haruka Ono sat in her wheelchair, her mouth slightly open, the handheld game console in her arms almost slipping off.

"...It's a real anime character."

She drew her conclusion very seriously.

Fujii Makoto looked at it for two seconds, then turned to Miyazawa Chinatsu and asked, "Is this the friend Kikawa was talking about?"

Miyazawa Chinatsu glanced down at the list, then looked up at the doorway.

"If there isn't a second gray hair, then it should be."

Fujii Makoto remained silent for a moment.

"He only said he could play video games before."

Miyazawa Chinatsu nodded slowly.

"That's definitely too little."

In the corner of the activity room, Sumire Kichikawa was bending over and putting the prize bag on the ground. Hearing the noise, he subconsciously looked up.

As a result, he remained frozen in the bent-over position.

Sunlight streamed in through the door frame.

Gojo Satoru was standing at the door.

He replaced his usual black eye mask with a simple pair of sunglasses.

Outside, the bright sunlight streamed in, while inside, the warm, soft light gently enveloped her face from the side, revealing her sharp, defined features.

The light and shadow gently blended into the contours of his eyebrows and eyes, softening his usual aloofness and sharpness.

He stood casually in the backlight, his posture upright and relaxed, exuding a clean and clear youthful charm that was both gentle and dazzling.

The once bustling activity room fell silent for a moment without anyone noticing.

Kikawa Sumi froze on the spot, suddenly forgetting what she was about to do.

That blindfold used to be like an invisible boundary.

Now that boundary line has been removed, the person in front of me seems to suddenly emerge from a blurry outline, no longer a hazy silhouette.

It was only then that Sumire realized that what she had seen in the past was merely a carefully concealed version of the other party's appearance.

The brilliance hidden beneath the cover was far more dazzling than imagined.

Gojo Satoru noticed him and looked straight at him.

He raised his hand and waved with a smile.

"Xiao Cheng."

His tone remained light and casual, tinged with a familiar smile.

Kikawa Sumire was stunned and didn't respond for a moment.