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Shoko leaned back in her chair, holding a wine glass, and met Gojo Satoru's gaze. She gently swirled the amber liquid in her glass, giving him the gentlest form of betrayal: "I think they're right. You're best suited to be a surfboard."

Gojo Satoru slumped back in his chair, letting out an exaggerated wail: "Even Shoko is like this! Are you all jealous of my surfing talent?"

"What surfing talent do you have?" Duanmu Yan asked without looking up as he ate a bite of eel rice. "You've been on a surfboard the whole time. If I had to say, you probably have a talent for being a surfboard!"

Gojo Satoru rubbed the back of his head. "What kind of talk is that? Are you questioning this genius?"

Duanmu Yan thought for a moment, then said with a smile, "Why don't you let me try it too? Let me see what it's like to be a surfboard. Maybe then I'll admit you have a lot of talent."

"Why am I in charge again!" Gojo Satoru pointed at Natsumi Yoshiki, "Yoshiki, next time you're in charge, your hair floating in the water will be perfect as a rudder."

Xia Youjie spoke gently, but gave off a dangerous feeling: "Wu, you know that the rudder is attached to the stern, right?"

"correct."

"So you're saying my head is on my butt?"

Duanmu Yan almost spit out his oolong tea through his nose.

Shoko was still resting her chin on her hand, but upon closer inspection, it was clear she was also starting to feel a little uncomfortable.

Gojo Satoru opened his mouth, realizing that the logic didn't seem quite right, but he was unwilling to admit defeat so easily, so he decisively changed the subject: "Why hasn't the food arrived yet... waiter!"

At his urging, the dishes were served one after another, covering the entire table.

While stuffing grilled shrimp into his mouth, Gojo Satoru mumbled as he argued with Natsumi Yoshitsu about sashimi.

Duanmu Yan didn't participate in their fight and focused on finishing his seafood rice bowl.

Shoko held her wine glass, leaned back in her chair, and looked at the three people. The setting sun gilded her profile.

"Duanmu, share half of your grilled eel with me." Gotō Sō extended his chopsticks.

"Not distinguishable."

"I'll trade you half a serving of sashimi."

"No change."

Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment, then took out the black card from his pocket and slammed it on the table: "This meal is on me."

Duanmu Yan paused for a moment, his chopsticks holding the eel.

Then, without changing his expression, he placed the eel into Gojo Satoru's bowl: "Please enjoy."

Xia Youjie laughed out loud, and even Xiaozi turned her head away, her shoulders shaking involuntarily.

Wow, I didn't expect there to be so many levels.

These three are so entertaining; they would definitely be successful as comedians!

A sea breeze blew by, causing the bill on the table to flutter slightly before settling back down.

Gojo Satoru glanced down at the number, didn't even lift his eyelids, and casually signed his name, considering the matter settled.

The eldest son of the Gojo family is not short of money at all.