"Gojo-sensei?"

Seeing Gojo Satoru's expression, Yuji Itadori turned around and looked at the white-haired girl leaning against the corner. He did not understand the meaning of Gojo Satoru's tone.

The white-haired girl's face became paler and paler, probably because of excessive blood loss, even the color of her lips dimmed.

"It's okay. It's okay."

Gojo Satoru walked briskly, seemingly not paying any attention to the horror inside, which looked like a murder scene. He even took out his cell phone as if he was in a good mood to do something big.

At the same time, the first-year students who were blocking the entrance of the alley made way for Gojo Satoru to pass. They all thought that Gojo Satoru was going to call someone to deal with it.

But Kugizaki Norose looked at the phone in Gojo Satoru's hand for a long time, and then hesitantly spoke as if she remembered something: "Hey, hey, you don't want to..."

Gojo Satoru turned on the camera and smiled, "Eh? What did the teacher do?"

First grader: “…” I don’t know what to say.

Gojo Satoru pressed the button on the screen of his mobile phone with his thumb while adjusting the angle, acting like a great photographer, as if he wanted to take the most beautiful photo in the world, and muttered to himself from time to time, "It's worthy of me."

Then there was the sound of a series of photographs being taken.

First grader: What did he just say?

Gojo Satoru's voice was too soft for them to hear just now, but they felt that he said something extraordinary.

After a flash of light, Gojo Satoru took two photos and slowly put away his phone. He touched his chin and said, "It looks like he's seriously injured..."

He slowly squatted down next to the girl and said, "Hey, can we communicate?"

The girl slowly raised her eyelids.

The blue gem-like eyes scanned Gojo Satoru's face. It seemed that the face in front of her was annoying, or perhaps Gojo Satoru's gentleness gave people a feeling that was too frivolous, so the girl raised her hand.

Gojo Satoru laughed twice: "So you are injured so badly that you can't talk?"

In response to him, the technique was reversed as if in response to a stress response.

Using this technique at such a close distance was like committing suicide. The powerful explosion sounded like several kilograms of dynamite exploding on the spot, causing several children standing not far away to freeze in shock. They were so shocked by the explosion that they were unable to recover for a moment.

Using this technique, the user is obviously insane.

The abandonment of some rationality and the introduction of some wanton and crazy behavior caused the corners of the narrow alley to collapse in an instant, and the smoke of the ruins dissipated with a wanton low laugh.

"So dangerous—"

The person who said this was not injured at all, and there was not even a speck of dust on his body. He was clean from head to toe. His college uniform was still the same, and it didn't look damaged at all.

Gojo Satoru's eye patch had been completely removed, revealing his blue eyes. His blue eyes drooped slightly, and he looked at the girl lying in the corner and said, "Hey, if you use the blue sword at this distance, you will definitely die. If I hadn't intervened just now, everyone would be dead now."

"I protected you too."

He said the shocking words lightly.

Kugizaki Norose: "...Hey, he'll be beaten to death, for sure."

Yuji Itadori: "This is too dangerous!! Come to think of it, she really has the same ability as Gojo-sensei!!"

Fushiguro Megumi: "Be quiet, Yuji."

Yoshino Junpei: "Right now, the main thing is the ability to have the same as Gojo Sensei and the six eyes..."

The students' discussion didn't seem to have much to do with Gojo Satoru. He let his students do whatever they wanted. He lowered his head with interest and stretched out his hand to touch the girl's face, but as he expected, he stopped the moment he got close to the girl's face.

——No lower limit.

The girl who had just used the "suicide ritual" seemed to be extremely tired, and sat there with her head down, not knowing what she was thinking. But after facing Gojo Satoru's persistent attempt to use his fingers to poke the bottomless limit, she finally raised her head.

Wanton, chaotic.

She was like a beast, with a kind of uncontrollable madness after a fierce battle, and the nature of a sorcerer. She seemed to tear everyone to pieces without caring if there was any unusual movement in front of her.

"That's crazy..."

Gojo Satoru didn't seem to have any intention of forcing the touch. He withdrew his hand meaningfully and nodded with satisfaction.

"Great."

This time, the girl didn't seem to have any intention of using any more techniques. Of course, Gojo Satoru's previous actions were nothing.

But Gojo Satoru asked again: "Are you not going to use any more techniques? I want to see how far you have come now."

The girl seemed to have slowed down a bit before speaking: "...to the point where you beg for mercy."

Several first-year students were stunned by the girl's actions.

Kugizaki No Rose: "Too arrogant..."

Yoshino Junpei thought of Gojo Satoru's strength and looked at the girl's anxious expression while thinking. He felt that the girl was indeed a warrior.

Even though Gojo Satoru is unreliable, he is still recognized as the strongest in the world of sorcery. And the girl was already seriously injured, but she still talked to Gojo Satoru like this.

But surprisingly, Gojo Satoru seemed to be very familiar with girls. He smiled and lowered his head, "Ah, is that all you can do?"

Gojo Satoru still has the nerve to face girls, and even has the nerve to face girls. He pulled the blindfold on his neck and grabbed his hair back, then spoke without any self-awareness.

"I don't remember being this difficult at this age..."

Yuji Itadori: “…”

Kugizaki Wild Rose: "..."

Fushiguro Megumi: “…”

Yoshino Junpei nodded, not quite understanding: "So Gojo-sensei is so difficult to deal with at his age..."

First grade: “…”

The air froze for a moment and then seemed to be broken in an instant.

“Eh!!???”

Their gazes moved around the girl and then returned to Gojo Satoru, then shifted back and forth between the two of them, finally stopping on Gojo Satoru again, incredibly.

The questioned Gojo Satoru raised his head with satisfaction, as if to show off: "Although that's not how Cang uses it, I'm probably the only one who's so crazy."

First graders: …

College of Physics and Technology.

After locking a few first-year kids outside and telling them to do other things, Gojo Satoru stayed in the infirmary. Ieiri Naoko held the cigarette butt between her fingertips, the front short section had already burnt to ashes.

When seeing the white-haired girl, Naoko Ieiri actually felt as if it was just as she thought. She didn't ask anything, but just started to treat the white-haired girl's wounds. Under the reversal treatment, all the wounds, big and small, on the girl's body slowly recovered.

After finishing the girl's business, Ieiri Naoko stood by and smoked. The first thing she said was: "Hey, what have you guys done again?"

What did the two people that Ieiri Naoko first questioned do?

The direction of the two people was self-evident. Gojo Satoru raised his lips and spoke, and the complaint in his tone could be heard in an instant: "Why are we the ones causing trouble?"

Jia Ru Nitro shook off the cigarette ash.

"Wasn't it you guys who caused the big incident with Summer Oil last time?"

Gojo Satoru: “It was just a joke with those people…”

Ieiri Naoko: “…”

Ieichi Glass: "Haha."

Doesn't she understand the extent of the trouble these two people are causing?

What's more, after [Getsugu Geto] disappeared not long ago, Gojo Satoru seemed to be in a bad mood for a while. Although outsiders could not see it clearly, as a good friend of Gojo Satoru who had been with him for such a long time, Ieiri Shoko naturally understood that something must have happened to [Getsugu Geto].

But Ieiri Shoko didn't ask. She just watched Gojo Satoru slowly recover and then went about her life as usual.

She could only watch.

Gojo Satoru: "How do you think it looks like?"

Ieiri Shoko: "I never thought Gojo Satoru would be injured like this. The wounds we can see are almost fatal. He is only able to hold on until now because he is holding on for dear life."

Gojo Satoru was proud: "After all, it is still [Gojo Satoru]."

Ieiri Naoko: "Shame on you."

Gojo Satoru didn't care.

Ieiri Naoko asked again: "When have you ever been injured so badly?"

"That was the only time I was injured so badly." Gojo Satoru seemed reluctant to recall, "I was in the second year, the second year."

"That thing about Riko-chan."

Ieiri Naoko was silent for a while: "Haven't you learned the reversal technique yet..."

"Oh, yeah, do you think she looks exactly like me?" Gojo Satoru asked, breaking the silence. "Really, even the me in the parallel world looks flawless."

“Exactly the same.”

Thinking of the face of the white-haired girl, Ieiri Shoko couldn't help but sigh that Gojo Satoru, whether male or female, has a beautiful face.

"Gojo Satoru is always as handsome and good-looking!" Gojo Satoru gave a thumbs up.

Ieiri Shoko didn't want to pay attention to Gojo Satoru's self-praise. She asked, "So how are you going to deal with this matter? Two Gojo Satoru, two Rokugans, this is not right for those guys anyway..."

"And didn't you say..."

Ieiri Shoko still remembers that Gojo Satoru told her that the [Gojo Satoru] in the other world was dead. So what about the [Gojo Satoru] who appeared in their world now?

"Who knows?" he asked cryptically.

As if sensing something, the white-haired man turned his body slightly, tilted his head and looked at the girl lying on the bed as if through a blindfold.

His tone was frivolous, as if it carried a kind of lingering stickiness. Especially when he called out that name, it had a bit of a lover's flavor.

"Are you pretending to sleep, Go-chan—"

The person on the bed moved his fingers.