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

Gojo Satoru walked in amidst the stares of the crowd.

He was carrying a paper bag containing gifts for the children and several boxes of colorful candies.

As he approached, several children who were originally queuing to receive craft materials instinctively made way for him and looked up at him.

Gojo Satoru lowered his head and smiled at them.

"good afternoon."

The children were quiet for a second, then simultaneously whispered, "Good afternoon."

Miyazawa Chinatsu watched from the side, her expression subtle.

She has seen good-looking people, and she has also seen people who know how to please children.

But it's rare to find someone who is both stunningly beautiful, like they stepped out of a magazine, and can also command a row of children to greet them obediently with a simple "Good afternoon."

Gojo Satoru walked through a row of people who seemed to be watching him intently, and finally stopped in front of Sumireki Kichikawa. He bent down slightly and asked with a smile.

"Did I go to the wrong place?"

Sumire Kawakawa stared at him intently.

The closer you get, the more pronounced the impact becomes.

Gojo Satoru clearly tidied up carefully today.

His hair wasn't styled up completely by the eye mask as usual; instead, it fell loosely, with stray hairs casually brushed aside, yet somehow appearing refined. The color of his coat was clean, making his skin and hair appear almost translucent.

She was wearing ordinary casual clothes, yet she possessed a striking beauty that seemed out of place in the hospital activity room.

beautiful.

Sumi Kichikawa felt as if something had gently bumped into her chest.

He rarely sees a person that way.

More precisely, he rarely felt almost speechless when he saw someone.

He knew that Gojo Satoru was good-looking.

I knew it from the first meeting.

White hair, an eye patch, an excessively tall stature, and a lazy yet cheerful voice—all these features made him stand out in a crowd at any time.

Even though Gojo Satoru always hides most of his face, he still has a presence that is hard to ignore.

But today is different.

Seeing that Sumi Kiseki had no reaction, Gojo Satoru tilted his head in confusion.

"Xiao Cheng?"

Kikawa Sumi came to her senses, her fingertips unconsciously tightening slightly.

"No," he said. "You didn't go the wrong way."

Gojo Satoru carefully examined Kigawa Sumi's face to make sure he wasn't feeling unwell before asking.

"Then why aren't you saying anything?"

There's nothing wrong with the question itself.

But Sumi Kichikawa couldn't answer as naturally as she usually did.

Because he cannot say: "Because I was just looking at you."

You also can't say: You look so beautiful today.

Miyazawa Chinatsu glanced at Kikkawa Sumi, then at Gojo Satoru, her smile gradually becoming uncontrollable.

Dr. Kichikawa is usually very composed.

Even after working for more than ten hours straight, they never show any signs of fatigue.

No matter how difficult the patient or family member is, he can always remain rational and never lose control.

While the nurses at the hospital marveled at his skill, they also felt that he was too calm, as if nothing could arouse his emotions.

But now he's clearly acting very strangely.

Not only was my reaction a beat slow, but my ears also seemed to turn a little red.

Chinatsu Miyazawa cleared her throat and said considerately, "Dr. Kikawa, aren't you going to introduce her?"

As if reminded, Sumi Kichikawa turned to the crowd.

He seemed to be trying to regain his usual composure, clearing his throat lightly before speaking.

"This is Gojo Satoru."

He paused.

"My...friend."

The sound was quite steady.

If it weren't for the lingering heat in my ears, it would be almost impossible to tell that something was wrong.

Gojo Satoru's gaze lingered on Sumire Kigawa's face for a second.

Of course, he could see his gaze shift away and then return, and he could also see the faint redness at the base of his ears.

After discovering this, Gojo Satoru's lips gradually curved into a smile. He turned around in a good mood and greeted the people in the activity room with a smile.

"Hello everyone, I'm Gojo Satoru."

Haruka Ono immediately raised her hand.

"Are you Dr. Kichikawa's friend who's really good at video games?"

Gojo Satoru looked at her.

"That's right."

He bent down, his tone very confident.

"The world's number one gaming friend."

Sumi Kichikawa added from the side, "This has not been certified."

Gojo Satoru immediately turned his head away in dissatisfaction.

"Xiao Cheng, you should stand up for me at a time like this."

Kikawa Sumi turned her head slightly to look at him, then quickly looked away.

"This proves you're very good at gaming."

Gojo Satoru was happy again.

"Then I'm really good at playing games."

Haruka Ono stared at him with wide eyes.

She looked at Gojo Satoru's white hair, then at his sunglasses, and finally said very seriously, "You're even more of a hidden character than I imagined."

Gojo Satoru smiled.

"That sounds impressive."

"It's amazing," Haruka Ono nodded. "And it's beautiful."

Miyazawa Chinatsu coughed lightly.

Gojo Satoru accepted it quite naturally.

"Thanks."

He turned his head to look at Sumire Kichikawa, a slight smile playing on his lips and his eyes crinkling with laughter.

"Does Dr. Kozumi think so too?"

Sumi Kichikawa paused as she was organizing the prize bags.

Miyazawa Chinatsu's eyes immediately lit up.

Fujii Makoto glanced over without making a sound.

Sumire Kichikawa was silent for two seconds.

Gojo Satoru waited with a smile.

He was just joking around.

Based on Sumire Kichikawa's usual reaction, she would probably say in a serious tone, "Don't disrupt the order before the event starts," or "Go register first."

But this time, Sumi Kichikawa didn't immediately change the subject.

He turned his gaze back to Gojo Satoru's face.

"Yes," said Sumi Kikawa, "It's beautiful."

After he finished speaking, there was a moment of silence in the activity room.

Gojo Satoru also stopped.

After finishing speaking, Sumirei stopped looking at Satoru Gojo's face. He lowered his eyes and put the sticker bag into the box: "I mean, today's outfit is very suitable."

Haruka Ono blinked and whispered, "But Dr. Kikawa just said it was beautiful."

Sikawa Cheng: "..."

He could see Miyazawa Chinatsu slowly lower her head, covering her mouth with the list, while Fujii Makoto next to her turned to answer the phone, only his shoulders twitched slightly behind his back.

The smile on Gojo Satoru's face hadn't faded since he first noticed Kisakawa Sumi's evasiveness, and it was now even more noticeable.

He stared straight at Sumire Kichikawa, his tone sarcastic.

"Xiao Cheng."

"Um."

"So you like this style?"

Sumire Kawakawa finally stopped tidying up and looked up at him.

Gojo Satoru was truly dazzling today.

But it's not a problem with "this style".

It is the five insights themselves.

He thought about those words, but ultimately didn't say them aloud.

He simply said, "Children won't be afraid of this style."

Gojo Satoru drawled, "Only the children?"

Sumi Kichikawa fell completely silent.

Chinatsu Miyazawa finally spoke up to defuse the situation: "Mr. Gojo, we need to register you here. If you keep asking questions, Dr. Kikawa might assign you to move boxes."

Gojo Satoru smiled and took the pen.

"I can move boxes too."

Miyazawa Chika watched him write his name with a flourish, her gaze sweeping from his fingers to his face before quickly and politely looking away.

She reassessed it in her mind.

My friend Dr. Qichuan is not just someone whose name is memorable.

I'm even more extreme.

She's so attractive.

Especially since he was so beautiful that he was almost sharp, yet he spoke in a casual and nonchalant manner, but every time he looked at Sumire Kichikawa, his frivolous tone would subtly become more intimate.

It's hard not to overthink this.

Miyazawa Chinatsu took back the registration form and glanced at Kigawa Sumi.

Meanwhile, Sumi Kichikawa, who was busy with something, was still trying to regain her usual calm.

Her ears were still a little red.