Chapter 85 Battle Confession

Inside the training ground, Gojo Satoru did not use his cursed energy—not because he couldn't, but because he didn't want to.

Relying purely on the strength of his body, he started in an instant, his speed tearing through the air as he rushed forward, bringing up a sharp wind pressure. His fist carried the sound of wind as he delivered a heavy and swift blow.

Gong Zhili advanced instead of retreating, blocking, releasing the force, and counterattacking with precise and smooth movements. She predicted the trajectory of Gojo Satoru's attack, grasped his wrist with one hand, and quickly turned sideways to hit his arm joint with her elbow.

Gojo Satoru's arm muscles tensed instantly as he took the blow head-on. The force of the elbow made his arm numb slightly, but it also made the excitement in his eyes shine even brighter.

The two men started fighting hand-to-hand without a word on the training ground. The attack and defense transitions were so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly. At the end of the fight, the two men met eyes and retreated almost at the same time, each reaching out to grab something on the weapon rack at the edge of the training ground.

Gojo Satoru grabbed a heavy staff, while Miya Chiri grasped a long sword. The shadows of the staff and the flash of the sword clashed instantly, a clash of power and speed unfolding amidst the clashing clashes. Finally, the sword narrowly slashed across Gojo Satoru's chest. He immediately abandoned his counterattack, stepped back a few steps, and raised his hand to signal a ceasefire.

"My clothes today can't be damaged." Gojo Satoru said, "Today is a special day."

Gong Zhili took a closer look at his clothes. Indeed, he was not wearing his school uniform today—who would wear a school uniform after starting work? Gojo Satoru would. But today he had changed into a neatly tailored black shirt with two buttons casually undone at the collar. He wore a crisp silver-gray casual jacket on the outside, and black slim-fit trousers and leather shoes.

The distinct black and white outfit made his figure look taller and more slender, less boyish than in school uniform and more sharp and dangerous in maturity.

Seeing that he really didn't want to fight anymore, Gong Zhili threw the long sword back to the weapon rack with a bit of boredom: "If you plan to fight today, why are you wearing this?"

Gojo Satoru smiled and said, "I'm dressed like this because I want to treat you to dinner tonight."

Gong Zhili looked around at everyone else and asked, "Just you and me?"

Gojo Satoru nodded: "Of course."

The training ground fell silent for a moment. Naoko lowered her head to fiddle with her phone, Geto Suguru crossed his arms with a half-smile on his face, and Tenriko almost screamed out, then immediately covered her mouth.

Nanami Kento hesitated for a moment and said to Haibara, "Let's take the child away first."

Haibara: "Huh? Why? Are you worried that they'll be upset because Gojo-senpai didn't invite them to dinner?"

Upon hearing this, Tsumiki immediately retorted: "We won't do that. When we make money in the future, we will treat Sister Chiri to a big meal!" Megumi Fushiguro and Yuji Itadori immediately supported the eldest sister in the family and said that they would do the same.

Mimiko is more perceptive than Tsumeki. She believes that her twin sister feels the same way, but since this is Chiri's business, they will not interrupt.

Gong Zhili was silent for a few seconds, then nodded: "I see. Where should we eat?"

Gojo Satoru seemed to have not expected that she would agree so readily, and the curve of his mouth deepened: "Let's go to Tokyo. I have booked a restaurant. I'll send you the location and time." He wanted to go first.

Gong Zhili thought he had already agreed, so he didn't care whether it was early or late, so he said, "Okay."

She spent a busy day in the village, and when the time she agreed with Gojo arrived, she teleported to the anchor point in Tokyo.

She arrived at the bottom of a skyscraper fifteen minutes before the appointed time. She didn't dress up deliberately, still wearing a simple shirt and trousers. The address Gojo Satoru sent her was a restaurant on the top floor of the building, which was famous for its panoramic view of the night view and its high prices.

The rapid rise of the elevator brought a slight feeling of weightlessness. Miya Chiri watched the floor numbers jumping and thought of what happened during the day when Nozomi asked her why she agreed to Gojo Satoru's private invitation.

Why… The reason is simple: she’s curious.

She was curious about the place Gojo Satoru chose and what he wanted to say to her. She certainly had a hunch in her heart, but she seemed to have never given any positive signals. How could he convince and impress her?

She didn't think it was a bother. Just because she hadn't experienced this kind of thing before didn't mean she didn't know about it. And Gojo was the most patient among her suitors.

The elevator door slid open silently, and the waiter immediately came up to her. After confirming her name, he respectfully led her out.

The interior of the restaurant is softly lit and elegantly decorated. Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows lies the dazzling night scene, with Tokyo Tower clearly visible not far away. There are not many guests and the environment is quiet, with only very soft music playing.

Gojo Satoru had already arrived. He was sitting by the window with the best view. He had taken off his coat and was only wearing the black shirt underneath, with the collar still casually open. The light fell on him, outlining a clear outline. He was less flamboyant and more calm and oppressive, with an astonishing aura.

He was playing with an exquisite lighter in his hand. When he heard Gong Zhili's footsteps, he looked up.

"Good evening," he stood up and helped Gong Zhili pull out a chair. "Is the night view nice?"

This familiar question made Gong Zhili smile: "Of course, as always."

Gojo Satoru raised the corner of his mouth, sat back in his seat, and looked at her face: "But what I said at that time was right, you are indeed getting more and more beautiful."

Gong Zhili picked up the ice water that the waiter had just brought, took a sip, and said, "Gojo, is this your personality? Also, don't you feel uncomfortable without your sunglasses?"

Gojo Satoru looked cheerful: "Are you still worried about my eyes at this time?"

Gong Zhili looked at him silently without saying anything and said, "Would you like to order some food?"

Gojo Satoru seemed very happy just listening to her talk, and called the waiter to take the order. Miya Chiri did not order anything, as she believed that Gojo Satoru had made sufficient preparations.

The waiter left, leaving the two of them staring at each other.

The atmosphere was subtly quiet.

The appetizers arrived quickly, the presentation was exquisite and the portions were not large. The two of them began to eat naturally. Over the past few years, they had become very accustomed to eating together, whether they were two or more people.

"Gaozi and Jie are making a bet," Gojo Satoru suddenly said, forking a piece of ham wrapped in caviar and feeding it to his mouth. "Jie lost."

Gong Zhili ate the vegetables on the plate and asked, "What are we betting on?"

Gojo Satoru smiled: "Bet on what I will do on your birthday."

Gong Zhili swallowed the food in his mouth: "So what are you going to do? Fight and buy me a meal?"

Gojo Satoru chuckled softly, put down his fork, and leaned forward slightly. In the soft light, his pale blue eyes were surprisingly sharp, as if he could see through her heart. "Chiri," he called her name, his voice a little deeper, "Aren't you curious why I invited you to dinner alone?"

Gong Zhili met his gaze without dodging: "I have always been curious." She put down her knife and fork, folded her hands on the table, and pretended to listen attentively.

What is meant to come will come.

Gojo Satoru looked at her like this and sighed in his heart that he was doomed. At this time, he was still thinking things like "Her hands folded together look like a kitten, so cute."

"I like you, Zhili." He said, "I want to officially pursue you. Of course, if you accept my confession now, I——"

He deliberately dragged out the last word, his lips curled up in his usual arc, which was a bit arrogant and confident. He leaned forward a little, and his powerful presence instantly filled the air between them. "—I will be very, very happy."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment. The restaurant's soft background music and the faint sounds of laughter in the distance seemed to have been muted. Gojo Satoru clearly saw Miya Chiri's fingers, folded and placed neatly on the table like a kitten's paws, curl up imperceptibly. Her eyelashes fluttered rapidly, like the wings of a startled butterfly, but her lake-like eyes, staring straight at him, remained fixed.

Her silence was like a thin layer of ice, covering the boiling magma in Gojo Satoru's heart.

Gojo Satoru maintained a relaxed smile on the surface, but inside he was madly thinking: Gojo Satoru, you are really screwed. At a time like this, you can still distract yourself and think about how long her eyelashes are! He could hardly control his heartbeat, worried that she would hear it.

Gong Zhili pondered for a moment, but she didn't expect him to go straight to the point and ask a very unnecessary but necessary question: "What do you like about me?"

Gojo Satoru paused for a moment, and his face actually turned a little red, very lightly, but Gong Zhili knew that he was not mistaken.

She was shocked: "Are you a pure lover?"

Gojo Satoru immediately counterattacked: "I have never been in a relationship before!"

He asked, "Are you a carnivore?"

Miya Chiri shook her head: "I'm just surprised... because Gojo, you should be very popular in both the secular sense and the world of curses, right?"

No emotional experience.

Gojo Satoru curled his lips and leaned back a little this time, the faint silver threads in his black shirt glowing faintly under the light.

"I like everything about you—even though I really think so, it's definitely not okay to say that, right?" Gojo Satoru ruffled his hair and said, "But this is the only way I can describe it."

Gong Zhili picked up the water glass: "I thought you were fully prepared."

When it comes to confessions, you should prepare a plan in advance, right?

Gojo Satoru spread his hands: "My plan only reaches the stage of successfully dating you and confessing my feelings. No matter how you react afterwards, I just want to show you my true side."

Gong Zhili looked at his face, her eyes filled with undisguised passion and anticipation.

After a moment of silence, she asked, "Then why do you think I chose you?"

Gojo Satoru's smile deepened, and he said, "You're obviously a little interested in me, aren't you?"

Gong Zhili looked at his face, wondering how he could say such a thing: "Next time when you confess to a girl, don't reveal her thoughts so directly."

Gojo Satoru apologized honestly: "I'm sorry, I didn't know this, but I won't confess to anyone else in the future. Only you."

Gong Zhili's heart was gently touched at this moment.

What kind of person is Gojo Satoru?

These seem important, but not so important at this time.

She was indeed interested in him.

She reached out and touched Gojo Satoru's face—he hadn't opened his No Bottom Line.

In Gojo Satoru's astonished eyes, she pulled his face and said, "I agree to your confession."

Gojo Satoru protested while still having his face pinched by her: "Why do you do this?"

He couldn't even move even if he wanted to be happy, and besides, he had a girlfriend now, but he was actually being held in the face by her like this!

Gong Zhili said nonchalantly: "Because I'm curious about why you are so handsome."

Gojo Satoru's eyelashes trembled, and he let her fool around, his blue eyes filled with helpless indulgence: "Should I be happy?"

Gong Zhili released his hand, the warmth of his skin still lingering on his fingertips: "Of course you should be happy, because I just confessed my love to you."

Gojo Satoru, in turn, grabbed her wrist with a gentle grip: "You promised me to confess, the order is important."

Gong Zhili raised an eyebrow: "Why?"

Gojo Satoru leaned close to her, his nose almost touching hers. Miya Chiri's breath mingled with his. He said, "This means that from now on, I will arbitrarily interfere in your affairs."

Gong Zhili lowered her eyelashes and took a deep breath: "What about your business?"

Gojo Satoru maintained this posture, not allowing her to escape: "The prison gate is proof that I will only allow that thing to appear in your hands."

By the end of the dinner, both of them were a little absent-minded. Gojo Satoru took Miya Chiri's hand and walked out of the restaurant and into the car. He hesitated at first whether to hold hands, but Miya Chiri didn't seem to mind it, so he just followed his heart.

Gong Zhili felt quite curious and just asked, "Where are we going now?"

Gojo Satoru ruffled his hair and said, "Go to your house... and take me in for a night?"

Before confessing his feelings, he deliberately avoided suspicion and did not stay there very often, but he never acted strangely when Gong Zhili let him stay.

After confessing his feelings, he became a little timid... He smiled bitterly in his heart, but insisted on asking Gong Zhili's opinion.

Gong Zhili shook their clasped hands and said, "Why would I have any objection? Gojo, I didn't agree to your confession because of coercion or any other reason. I just have feelings for you."

Gojo Satoru's fingers suddenly tightened, then relaxed the moment they touched the delicate skin of her wrist. He looked into Gong Zhili's frank eyes and suddenly felt his throat tighten. This woman was always like this, able to speak the most straightforward words at the most ambiguous moments, like a sugar-coated stone, piercing his heart without warning.

"I understand." He turned his face away, his white eyelashes casting tiny shadows under the streetlight. "I didn't say you were coerced."

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The author has something to say: This chapter was so difficult to write that I exceeded the time limit and just lay down peacefully.