Chapter 43

The individual competition will be in the morning, and the team competition will be tomorrow morning, so the afternoon is free.

The three of them waited for Ieiri Naoko to finish her work, and they did not choose to stay in the high school for lunch, but took the Rainbow Dragon to the city.

Relying on Gojo Satoru's privilege as the eldest son, several people had a very traditional Kaiseki meal in Kyoto.

After dinner, everyone accompanied Gojo Satoru to buy Japanese confectionery as usual.

There are many snacks in Kyoto that were presented to the royal family in the past. They have a long history and are very precious, so the limited quantity is even more severe.

Feng Haya Rin bit the pancake and said vaguely: "So slow."

Ieiri Naoko responded: "Limited quantity, there is nothing I can do."

With the royal sign, each person can only buy one.

He noticed from the corner of his eye that there was a tall boy standing a few steps away from him. Feng Haya Rin chewed the pancake for a few times before speaking: "You restrain yourself."

The white-haired boy standing behind the girl had a ferocious expression like a big cat baring its teeth.

Pancake crumbs fell into the paper bag. Feng Haya Rin noticed that the boy was unmoved, so she leaned over and poked him with her finger covered with pancake crumbs.

The other party might just be passing by. This guy was exaggerating.

After seeing that the person had left, Gojo Satoru retracted his gaze and said in a greasy way: "No, Rin can only look at me~"

The warm breath wrapped in the fragrance of cream penetrated into the cochlea. The voice was sweet and sticky, but the words he said were extremely overbearing.

Feng Haya Rin rolled her eyes: "I didn't say I didn't look at you."

After saying so many words, this guy didn't confess. She couldn't let a girl speak first about dating.

Gojo Satoru lowered his head and secretly took a bite of the pancake in her hand, and emphasized in a vague tone: "You can only look at me~"

Feng Haya Rin glared at him: "Don't eat mine."

The kaiseki meal just now was very high-end, but to be honest, she was not full.

Gojo Satoru turned a deaf ear to him, chewed it twice and swallowed it, and then sneaked up again.

Feng Hayarin immediately turned around to avoid the sneak attack from the cat's mouth.

Gojo Satoru missed and hummed twice in a pretentious manner. When he saw that the other party did not respond, he stretched out his hands to hug her, and then lazily rested his chin on her head.

After the two leaned against each other, all the eyes around them were retracted.

Although he is a very handsome tall boy, it doesn't matter if he has a partner.

After buying Japanese sweets, several people took the light rail to Inari Taisha Shrine. It was a holiday and there were so many people here. The torii gate was full of people. The four people looked at each other and decided to go directly to Sanzen-in Temple where there were fewer people.

The environment there is quiet and it is a temple suitable for meditation. Of course, the most important thing is that the Internet says that their matcha and small cakes are particularly delicious.

Several people sat leisurely in the Japanese courtyard, drinking tea and eating snacks, which was very comfortable.

Fuzai Rin was chewing a snack while browsing her phone. Suddenly, she saw something and her eyes lit up. She raised her phone and asked, "Is this Narcissus Zongzi delicious?"

Jiairi Naoko leaned over to take a look and replied, "It's made with kudzu powder and sugar."

"Kudzu powder and sugar." Fuzai Rin simulated the combination of the two flavors in her mind: "I know! Sugar Zongzi pudding, right?"

"We'll know when we go back to buy some later." Gojo Satoru swallowed the dessert in his mouth and poked the girl's cheeks, which were bulging because of chewing the snack.

Xia Yujie nodded and said in approval, "You'll know if it tastes good after trying it."

"It's so troublesome because it's limited." Fuzai Rin wrinkled her nose and complained, and she didn't want to move at all.

I just accompanied Satoru to buy Japanese sweets and queued for at least 40 minutes. I was so tired.

Gojo Satoru tapped the girl's head lightly, and when she looked at him with dissatisfaction, he raised his eyebrows and said proudly: "It doesn't matter what you want to eat."

Feng Hayarin tilted her head and asked hesitantly: "Is it okay if it's limited?"

Gojo Satoru: "Yes."

"I don't want to queue up." Feng Hayarin added.

"Yes." Gojo Satoru picked up another piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth, expressing it confidently.

Xueqing's pupils were sparkling.

Feng Hayarin laughed happily and said, "Then I want Narcissus Zongzi, Fujia Mantou, Tuanxitang Guo!!"

"I want Matsukaze." Jiairi Naoko noticed Gojo Satoru's gaze and narrowed her eyes: "Is it not okay?"

Xiayou Jie smiled and said: "Satoru, Xiaoduofu's Hagi Cake, no problem."

Very good, everyone is craving for limited products in Kyoto.

Gojo Satoru rarely said a good word: "Yes, remember, you ate my things."

Xiayou Jie and Jiairi Naoko silently made an OK gesture, indicating that it was completely okay.

The three people's riddle made Feng Hayarin confused.

I don't know why, but I always feel isolated.

After eating and drinking at Sanzenin Temple, a few people took Kyoto's famous online train to Kifune Shrine.

As soon as they entered the door, they saw a wishing tree full of tourists' expectations for the future.

The breeze blew, and the colored sticks on it swayed with the breeze, making a pleasant sound, as if praying for every wish on it.

Ieiri Naoko suddenly said, "Kayu, why don't we go to Kurama and take a look."

"Okay." Kayu Jie agreed impatiently.

Kazehaya Rin's words "Do you want to try the water?" were stuck in her throat, and she watched the two figures shrink into black dots at the end of the green path.

Gojo Satoru laughed silently, his sunglasses slid to the tip of his nose, and his pale blue pupils were now scorchingly bright.

"Then let's get a lottery ticket?" Feng Haya Rin pulled the boy's sleeve and asked, "How about it?"

"Let's go." Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand first. The boy's knuckles were wide, and he inserted them forcefully into the girl's fingers, all the way down, until his fingers were intertwined and inseparable.

Feng Haya Rin was slightly startled, and suddenly realized something, and slowly widened his eyes.

"Rin?" Gojo Satoru was a little nervous when he was stared at. Was he exposed?

"Nothing." Feng Haya Rin quickly put his mood in order, and said with a curved eyebrow: "After hanging the lottery ticket, let's go and try the water."

The place where the lottery tickets were provided was not far from the wishing tree, and the two people found it quickly.

There were several rows of colored lottery papers on the small table, and the front was crowded with sticky little couples.

"Satoru, let go." She shook the two people's clenched hands and said helplessly: "I can't write anymore."

Gojo Satoru looked at the lottery tickets on the table, which was a little novel. After hearing the girl's words, he hesitated for a while before letting go.

Feng Haya Rin glanced at it and quickly drew a blue lottery ticket.

"Don't peek." She warned him and picked up the pen, turned her back to the boy and began to write.

Gojo Satoru stared at the lottery ticket for a while, and finally, he didn't know what he thought of, so he took out a piece of purple lottery paper and slowly started writing.

The rustling sound of writing soon stopped. Feng Hayarin knew the insight of the six eyes, and quickly put the written lottery ticket into her pocket.

Gojo Satoru glanced at the fluffy head that popped out of his arm, curled his lips and asked, "Want to see it?"

"Yes." Feng Hayarin nodded honestly, and said very frankly, "But I don't want to show you mine."

Because his tone was too righteous, Gojo Satoru, who was choked, was silent for a while, and finally handed over the written colored note.

The flamboyant handwriting penetrated the back of the paper.

[Summer has begun. ]

Feng Hayarin was very confused: "But summer is already halfway over."

Gojo Satoru looked at her steadily, and suddenly snorted and laughed: "Idiot."

"You are the idiot!" Feng Hayarin ran to the wishing tree with two colored notes and warned again: "Satoru, don't peek."

Gojo Satoru replied "Okay" with the tip of his tongue against his back teeth, but his knuckles hooked the sunglasses and pulled them down.

The purple paper was firmly covered on the blue paper.

Although the six eyes have a strong insight, it is a pity that it does not have the ability to see through.

"What the hell - it turned out to be like this." Gojo Satoru showed dissatisfaction, and the tail tone was long.

I knew the cat wouldn't stay still, luckily I was prepared when I died.

Feng Hayarin, who was one step ahead, raised his head proudly and said in a light tone: "Okay, let's go to the water fortune~"

The water fortune is the characteristic of Kibune Shrine, and the fortune paper is a very unique fortune paper.

Going up the mountain path, the bluestone steps are covered with dew, and the place for water fortune is next to the fountain of the shrine.

The spring water in front of the shrine is glowing with a faint green fluorescence, and the fortune papers stacked on the wooden table are stained with a layer of warmth by the sunlight.

Gojo Satoru tilted his head and watched the girl put a 500 yen coin into the offering box.

"Satoru, come and draw." Feng Hayarin held a blank fortune paper and urged Gojo Satoru to draw one.

[I hope this idiot will confess quickly! ]

The water-soaked fortune paper was soaked with ink, and the handwriting of the god slowly appeared in anticipation.

"Good luck!" The girl's voice full of smiles and joy spread in the gurgling water.

Gojo Satoru, who was standing next to him, widened his eyes, looking at his fortune paper with a bloody "bad luck" in the spring water in disbelief.

"It seems that this one should be tied here." Feng Haya Rin also noticed his very bad fortune.

She remembered that the fortunes drawn in the temple should be tied in the designated area of ​​the temple, begging for good luck.

"Go buy more." Gojo Satoru stood up unconvinced, "I'll draw a few more."

The lucky ones that came out with krypton gold are also lucky.

Ten thousand yen bills fell into the wooden box, and the tenth bad luck fortune floated up from the water.

"Wow, Satoru, you are so dark." Feng Haya Rin rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and then found that she was really not mistaken.

Ten bad luck fortunes on the water surface, no one else can compare.

No children keep crying, no gamblers keep losing.

Young Master Gojo started to search his pockets again, and it seemed that he would not give up until he drew a lucky one.

With a soft palm covering the back of her hand and a clear spring swaying in the dimples on her lips, the girl said with a smile: "Satoru, I'll give you half of my Ji."

Gojo Satoru lowered his head and stared at the overlapping fingertips. His Adam's apple rolled up and down three times before he suppressed his smile.

The water of the fountain was clear and the bottom was visible. It sparkled under the sunlight, and the words on the paper slowly appeared on the water surface.

[Ji]

"Not bad." Feng Zao Lin shook the wet paper: "This way you don't have to tie the signature."

Gojo Satoru didn't pay attention to the signature. He pinned his sunglasses on his collar. His taut jawline made his usually smiling face look a bit fierce.

The whole person lost his usual smiling and unfocused look, but instead became a bit more calm.

"Rin... I..."

The girl's hair was stained with the faint fragrance of lavender, and mixed with the sound of her heartbeat, rushing around in her chest.

Those words fell on Gojo Satoru's chest several times, and every time they climbed to his lips, they were swallowed back inexplicably.

I have already guessed what the other party wants to do.

Feng Haya Rin tiptoed closer, her eyelashes almost brushing the high bridge of her nose. When the boy took a step back with a red face, she tilted her head and deliberately teased him: "What are you talking about?"

Young Master Gojo had never been so nervous before, and his palms began to sweat.

"I like..."

When the explosion sound exploded at the edge of the fountain pool, the kelp-haired boy had already completed the 100-meter dash.

Kirihara Akaya's face was excited, and his palms moved up and down for a while, then he said: "You, you, you, aren't you the girlfriend of the Qingxue genius Fuji?"

Feng Haya Rin: "???"

Gojo Satoru: "???"

Look at the situation! Kirihara!!!

Tamagawa Ryoo, who followed behind, noticed that the white-haired high school student next to the girl began to exude a dangerous aura, and immediately broke into a cold sweat. He immediately stepped forward to hold Kirihara and drag him out.

"Tamagawa, why are you pulling me!" Kirihara Akaya didn't notice the wrong atmosphere at the scene at all, and shouted in dissatisfaction: "I haven't drawn the lot yet!!!"