This Guy’s Called Little Handsome

The Six Eyes carefully traced the figure of someone who’d changed drastically in just a day.

The once dull, almost malnourished grayish-white hair was now sleek and smooth, its color more even, closer to pure white with a hint of gold at the tips.

The soft bangs clung to skin that was still too pale, and his eyes had shifted again—this time to a vibrant emerald green. Even his features were sharper, more refined than before he vanished. A bit of fullness in his cheeks made him look way more lively.

Gojo Satoru wasn’t the type to care about people’s looks, but for some reason, he felt a twinge of annoyance.

He knew it wasn’t normal, but he let himself indulge in the feeling anyway.

Lin Ge: “…”

Sweating buckets!

This felt like a life-or-death question!

He quickly shot back, “No way!” Lin Ge steadied his crumbling expression. “Am I that kinda guy?”

Then he heard Strawberry Shortcake let out a soft chuckle.

Like clear spring water trickling through a mountain stream.

Lin Ge covered his ears.

So suave.

The next second, he heard the other drawl, calm and unhurried, “Really?”

The way his tone lifted at the end was like a little hook tugging at him.

Strawberry Shortcake was talking kinda weird today!

Keeping his racing heart in check and giving his chest a secret thump, Lin Ge held his expression steady and fired back without thinking, “Truer than 24-karat gold.”

Yup, he definitely hadn’t chowed down on anyone else’s technique.

Don’t go slandering an innocent guy, big shot!

Gojo Satoru’s probing gaze lingered for a few seconds, until Lin Ge was about to crack. Then he let him off easy, asking with what sounded like concern, “…You didn’t get hurt last night, did you?”

He looked plenty spirited.

After all, he had time to game, didn’t he?

Lin Ge shook his head so hard he heard his neck crack. “Nope!”

Man…

Now that he looked closer, Strawberry Shortcake’s eyelashes were crazy long!

Lash prince or what?

“…Slow down.”

Gojo Satoru had heard the creaking too. His smile froze for a split second before snapping back. “I checked the site this morning. It’s all cleaned up…”

Always so careless.

He remembered the first time he grabbed Lin Ge’s hand and accidentally made his bones go crack.

Got extorted for a whole family bucket over that…

This was his answer to Lin Ge’s earlier question about how they “handled” it.

Lin Ge rubbed his head, his expression softening, looking sheepish. “Sorry about that.”

“Did I cause you trouble?”

Last time they ran into a Cursed Spirit, Strawberry Shortcake just pointed and turned it to dust. This time, with his colleague taking it out, it was different—the thing went down messy.

Wonder if Cursed Spirits just dissolve into ash after they’re done for?

When they left, that tomato-looking Cursed Spirit was still splattered here and there.

Like a slaughterhouse.

Lin Ge’s heart ached thinking about it.

If that Cursed Spirit had ended up in his stomach…

It would’ve been so tasty.

Juicy and delicious.

As for the repair costs for the wrecked building, cleaning fees…

And the front-desk guy who bolted—his lost wages, mental distress compensation.

Adding it all up, those little gold nuggets Tsurumaru Kuninaga left behind probably wouldn’t cover it.

Plus, his white-haired colleague was definitely gonna hit him up for reimbursement.

It’s not that he wouldn’t pay—it just wasn’t time yet.

No matter how you sliced it, they did save him.

Lin Ge wasn’t planning to dodge the bill.

He’d thought those two rooms full of watermelons would set him on the path to riches, but now it looked like he hadn’t grown enough!

Money burns fast!

Next time, plant something pricier?

Like cherries or those fancy snow strawberries.

Just not sure if the shop had seeds for those.

Lin Ge’s mind wandered, scheming on how to strike it rich.

Until he heard Gojo Satoru’s flat counter, “Why would you think that?”

Then he added, “Stop holding the phone up like that. Aren’t you tired?”

—

Lin Ge had been hoisting his phone, angling it top-down to make his face look smaller, handsomer.

His little trick.

Hearing that, the camera wobbled a few times before he switched to holding it level. “Wasn’t I just trying to make my eyes look bigger…”

After saying it, he steeled himself and asked weakly, “You didn’t answer my question yet… Did I, uh, cause you trouble?”

The new angle made him feel noticeably less hot.

How was Strawberry Shortcake drop-dead gorgeous from every angle?

Picking up on his worry right away, Gojo Satoru said, “Nah. There’s a dedicated agency for this stuff, and there’s funding set aside for it.”

No need to stress about paying for damages.

Every year, just from him blasting buildings while taking out Cursed Spirits, the count was endless.

They always had solid excuses for the public.

Gas explosions from operator error, ground collapses from shoddy construction…

Lin Ge let out a slow, “Oh.”

—

Gojo Satoru’s face was close to the screen, the camera crystal clear. Staring at those flawless features up close, Lin Ge suddenly didn’t know what to say.

Especially those eyes.

The last time he got a good look, Lin Ge felt like there was light swirling in them. Today, this close, the effect was even stronger.

He couldn’t bear to look away.

Like flowers tempting the eyes—gotta soak it in while it lasts!

They just stared at each other, silent.

Lin Ge thought it was kinda weird, not talking, just gazing like this.

Especially him!

But neither of them brought up hanging up.

Then.

“It’s hot, temper’s short, I don’t smile, so don’t mess with me.”

“I… I’m the queen, and when I cry, they all…”

Two lines of sky-high cringe in a girly voice hit Lin Ge’s sharp ears.

His eyes lit up.

Finally! A topic!

No more awkward staring!

He couldn’t wait to ask Gojo Satoru, “You guys watching a movie?”

Gojo Satoru shook his head, his gaze softening. “I’m teaching.”

Lin Ge: “…Haha, reading the textbook?”

Strawberry Shortcake taking time out of class to call him—touching!

But where’d they get this textbook? It’s kinda bizarre.

Gojo Satoru nodded firmly, tilting his head up slightly. “My PPT.”

Pretty cool, huh?

Lin Ge got it instantly and played along. “You can make those too!”

“Just having them read it out loud… I’m training their mental toughness.” Gojo Satoru’s eyes crinkled, his mood lifting. “As Jujutsu Sorcerers, how can they hack it without a strong mind?”

Lin Ge nodded in agreement. “Yeah, yeah!”

Then he asked, “New students you took on?”

“Yup. I’ve got high hopes for her.”

Lin Ge chuckled. “That’s some praise… What’s she like? We were supposed to go pick her up together, right?”

“…”

Gojo Satoru went quiet.

The smile on his lips froze.

Lin Ge: “…”

Wanna slap himself.

Why’d he bring that up?!

After a pause.

“Where are you at now?” Gojo Satoru asked.

Mindful of confidentiality rules, Lin Ge could only say, “Back home.”

“Miyagi?”

Lin Ge choked. “Some no-name village…” He scrambled to patch it up. “The kind you can’t even find on a map.”

“Location.”

“Huh?”

Lin Ge was dumbfounded.

Gojo Satoru repeated, “Send me your location on your phone. Live sharing works too.” He chuckled lightly. “I’ll come find you.”

Lin Ge scratched his head. “…That’s not great, it’s super far from Tokyo…”

“I can teleport.”

Lin Ge: “…”

Well, damn, his little boat just rammed an iceberg!