Boyfriend is Atobe-kun

After dinner, Chunfei and I sat in our seats and made provisional plans for the next step.

Her: "Want to go shopping?"

Me: "I don't mean that at all, I'm so tired."

Her: "Go back?"

Me: "It's a rare vacation, are you going back so early?"

When Mr. Gojo heard that we were discussing where to go later, he turned his head immediately: "Girls, there is a flower show in the nearby park, do you want to go together?"

Immediately, he added another sentence: "There is no ticket yet."

"It seems not bad?" I looked at Chunfei.

Chun Fei nodded, "Indeed, today's budget is about to exceed, and it would be nice to go to the park."

So, our four children, oh no, three children and one adult walked towards the park together.

Mr. Wujo walked in the front, like taking elementary school students on a spring outing.

"Okay." He stopped in front of the park gate and clapped his hands. "Kids stand up, let's take a picture together."

Chunfei and I have no objection, we stand obediently, and Fu Heihui next to me resists taking pictures with a cool expression.

Mr. Wutiao, holding the mobile phone, said: "Hui, don't be like this, just smile."

Only then did Fu Heihui twitch the corners of his mouth reluctantly.

"Card wipe-"

"Perfect." Teacher Wutiao looked at the photos on the phone, put one hand on his hips, and sighed sincerely: "The children are so cute."

I was really curious about how the photo was taken, so I took a step forward, raised my head and said, "Well, Mr. Gojo, can you pass the photo to us?"

"Of course, let's close each other on Twitter." He clicked on Twitter, then handed the phone to me, "I am this."

I glanced at the screen, "'I'm the strongest' right, pay attention."

Mr. Gojo's page is mainly about eating, drinking and having fun. If I hadn't seen someone commenting on him "Teacher Gojo's life is really colorful", I would never have guessed his occupation.

Is it actually a teacher? !

"Are you a teacher at school?" I asked in disbelief.

"What's wrong?" He squatted down and asked me with a smile, "Am I not like a teacher?"

"That's not... that's not what it means." I hesitated, and finally asked the question that has troubled me for a long time: "Does your eye mask really not affect your eyesight? Just like usual teaching... "

Wearing a blindfold and being able to walk like flying is really anti-human.

"Well, it doesn't matter at all." His tone was extremely confident: "After all, I am the strongest."

I:"……"

The bull's head is wrong with the horse's mouth, which explains a loneliness.

"Okay, it's time for us to go in." Mr. Wujo got up, took a long leg, took a map from a volunteer lady, and glanced at it casually, "There are many varieties, including a wisteria garden and a rose garden. ..where do the girls want to go?"

"It's okay." Chunfei said.

"Let's go to the wisteria garden," I said.

Tired of seeing roses.

"Where's Hui?" He turned to look at Fu Heihui.

Fu Heihui: "It's all fine."

"Okay, then let's go to the Wisteria Garden!" Mr. Gotiao said energetically, "We will take eight more photos later, and we can only tweet if we have all the nine squares."

I:"……"

Chunfei: "..."

Fu Heihui: "..."

Although I was admiring the flowers, my eyes were on the stalls along the road the whole time, and I would buy any rare items I saw.

"It's a bookmark made of wisteria flowers." I tugged on Chunfei's sleeve, "Is there any other bookmarks, do you want to buy them?"

Chunfei looked at the bookmark in my hand and said, "Buy it if you like it, I'll go ahead and have a look first."

I squatted down and picked carefully at the booth.

"Oh, so it's here." Mr. Gojo's voice came from behind.

His tall figure enveloped me instantly.

"A bookmark?" He leaned over and picked one up at random. "It's pretty good-looking. Who are you going to give it to?"

I paused for picking up the bookmark, and looked sideways at him.

"Hey, is it right?" Mr. Gojo asked pretending to be innocent.

I was helpless: "...um."

"Is that so..." He also knelt down and began to pick out bookmarks with me, "May I ask, is he your boyfriend?"

I:? ? ?

Does this man have mind reading skills?

Probably because my expression was too surprised, he guessed my thoughts accurately: "I don't have any mind reading skills."

"...Okay, then, Mr. Gojo," I lowered my head, trying to avoid eye contact with him, "As a man, do you have any good suggestions? I don't think he might like such small things."

In the past, the things I gave to Atobe were all things he liked, almost all tennis-related things.If I don't agree with him for the first time, I really don't know if he will accept it.

"Suggestion?" Mr. Gojo rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, and said, "I don't have any good advice to give. But if the girl I like gives me something, I will definitely accept it."

"Well, I understand this truth, it is said in TV dramas." I said.

"Art comes from life, so feel free to give it away."

After Mr. Wujo said this in a very chic way, he got up and ran to take pictures.

It is also said.

Who cares about 21, I'll buy it first.

Holding the gift box, I took out my phone from my pocket and sent a message to Atobe:

[Me: I bought something for you. 】

Suddenly, with a "click", something landed on the bridge of my nose.

I reached out and touched it, it was wet, it was water.

Wait, is it raining?

I suddenly remembered that Atobe reminded me that there would be rain today, so I remembered to bring an umbrella.

not good!

I hurriedly dialed Chunfei's phone number, "Hi, Chunfei, where are you?"

"...I'm eating ice cream, wisteria flavored, do you want it?"

"Have you brought an umbrella? It's going to rain today."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while.

"I just said that I seem to have forgotten something." Chunfei said slightly distressed.

Not far away, Mr. Gojo was still taking pictures with great interest, while Fukuihui was sitting under the tree, not aware of anything for the time being.

"There should be a restaurant here, you go in first, and we will meet after the rain stops." I said as I walked towards those two people.

"Ok."

After Chun Fei finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

Another drop of rain fell on my forehead.

I walked through the crowd and walked up to Mr. Gojo, "Well, Mr. Gojo, it's raining..."

As if time stood still, in front of his eyes, several drops of rain were suspended around him, unable to touch him at all.

This scene was so weird that I forgot to breathe, and subconsciously took half a step back.

And Mr. Gojo turned sideways at this moment, and "looked" at me condescendingly:

"Well, it's raining."

An extremely bland tone, as if discussing what to eat later.

Mom, maybe there really is magic in this world.

My schedule to become a magical girl may be advanced.