Atobe Nanako naturally had no idea what everyone in the first and second years were talking about, but this sudden affection made the second-year [Gojo Satoru] feel uncomfortable in the true sense.

The pure kindness of the boy was magnified in the girl's eyes, as if she had used a magnifying glass. The child of this age was as beautiful as a flower, and it was incomprehensible but felt that such emotions were overwhelming.

"Hello."

The white-haired girl concealed her discomfort again and seemed to have changed her expression to reveal her previous arrogance, perhaps even a little brighter than before, and the corners of her mouth finally raised up, and there was finally a hint of genuine smile.

Broke the illusion.

"You guys—"

She finally squatted down patiently, wearing a black college uniform. She rested her arms on her knees, leaned forward slightly, and when she raised her head, her sapphire eyes were exposed.

"Hurry up and train."

she said.

The first and second graders who had thought that Gojo Satoru was going to show off his power again dispersed. They continued to repeat the movements in their hands. It was so boring, but also a little brighter than before.

They were sweating.

On the land beneath the girl's feet.

After training for several days, the day of the sister exchange competition finally arrived.

The students gathered in the place arranged by the teachers for rest, and several teachers also began to work according to the plan.

The teacher from Kyoto School came to another school early. The one who came was Uta Iori. The reason why she came so early was not because she wanted to spy on the enemy earlier, but because of the matter of Itadori Yuji.

Also present was the principal of Kyoto School.

—— Jiashen of Leyan Temple.

As soon as the principal arrived at the school, he was invited to the principal's office by Yega Masamichi for an interview. The two of them seemed to have a big disagreement about the existence of Itadori Yuji, so Gojo Satoru also showed up at the same time.

Of course, the conversation between An Utahime and Gojo Satoru was explosive.

"Hey——" Gojo Satoru, who was standing behind Yega Masamichi, stretched out a hand and seemed to notice Angehime who was trying to leave his sight. Angehime was of course unwilling to face Gojo Satoru. He could never understand how a creature like Gojo Satoru could survive in this world.

"It's the song girl."

Gojo Satoru waved to Iori Utahime like a little kid, and his presence was almost impossible to ignore.

I skipped the principal and greeted her directly.

An Utahime decided to ignore it.

But Gojo Satoru on the opposite side insisted that Iori pay attention to him. He continued to wave his hands and call Iori's name, and did not care about the indescribable looks from the people around him.

An Utahime: ...

An Songstress: Hateful.

She said reluctantly: "Oh, Gojo Satoru..."

But Gojo Satoru seemed to ignore the reluctance in Utahime's words and continued to try to strike up a conversation: "Utahime, did you know that there is a new student in our high school?"

The singer didn't know that there was a new student at the technical high school, and they didn't know enough about the information about the technical high school from the exchange competition.

And the new students...

Gojo Satoru raised his finger: "It's the third grade—"

An Utahime's brows furrowed.

Grade 3? Has your strength reached such a high level?

"But Utahime, stop thinking about those things. Are you still thinking about defeating us? That's impossible—" Gojo Satoru spoke in a dragging voice, but his tone was full of malice.

It's like a declaration of war.

An Geji: "..."

An Utaha: "Go to hell."

The cross on Yega Masamichi's forehead was about to appear, but when he thought of the third-year [Gojo Satoru], he felt that even he could not think of any reason for [Gojo Satoru]'s failure.

Putting Gojo Satoru in a position of defeat—

Yega Masamichi saw Gojo Satoru's arrogant look again.

Ye Moth Zhengdao: "..."

Yoshinobu Rakuganji: "The night moth controls Gojo Satoru."

So when he received the gaze of Yoshishin Leyan Temple opposite him, Ye Mo avoided it and Zheng Dao thought calmly, unable to do anything about it.

Gojo Satoru: "And there's more - the Utahime..."

An Utaha: "Go to hell."

Yega Masamichi couldn't stand it anymore and warned, "Shut up." Gojo Satoru nodded casually and said, "Hey, hey - the main target this time is Yuji... I remember I said so much before and even came to your school. Isn't my awareness enough?"

He suddenly walked forward and leaned over to look into Rakuganji Yoshinobu's eyes.

"Is it because you are too old that your brain is not working well?"

Yoshinobu Rakuganji stared at Gojo Satoru without saying a word. The cane in his hand was squeezed so hard that it creaked, but he did not move at all.

Gojo Satoru chuckled and said, "It's okay. I'll apply for that group of people on your behalf. Anyway, it will be easy after you are replaced. Just find a nursing home and live well until you die of old age."

Rakuganji Yoshinobu: "Don't be so arrogant, Gojo Satoru."

"Hi, hi." Gojo Satoru leaned back, smiling. But the smile was cold and contained a warning. "If you feel confused, go see a doctor. It just so happens that Nozomi isn't very busy—"

"Let's go slowly and watch."

He hung up the message meaningfully.

Gojo Satoru is amazing.

At the moment the door was closed, An Utahime still did not relax her nerves. Gojo Satoru's expression and attitude were still as bad as in the high school, but his behavior had changed greatly. Just standing there brought great oppression to people, not to mention the scene of a dagger hidden in his smile.

I still don’t want to come into contact with Gojo Satoru.

Such a nasty fellow.

An Utahime was a student here before, so she knew the environment here and the rest room she should go to. She also wanted to be quiet for a while, so she went to the rest room by herself.

The place without Gojo Satoru is the best.

An Geji thought with satisfaction.

Gojo Satoru probably needs to talk with the principal for a while longer so he won't come over. Iori Utahime felt uncomfortable all over when she thought that she would have to stay in the same room with Gojo Satoru when the exchange competition started.

But just when An Uta was enjoying a comfortable life, there was a sudden explosion behind her, which almost made her eardrums ache and her brain numb.

“Bang——!!!

The air currents carry sand and stones.

The singer sitting in the lounge was stunned when the door of the office collapsed. She thought that she was so far away from Gojo Satoru, and thought of Gojo Satoru's answer when she asked him why half of the high school was in ruins.

He suddenly laughed when he heard this question: "Of course it's about the students' training... Our third-grade kid's attack power is really too strong, so I, Gojo Satoru, will train with her."

An Geji was shocked: "Is there anyone who can fight you?"

Gojo Satoru raised his thumbs up and said, "That's very reasonable. Of course I am the strongest."

Then he paused for a moment and said, "Of course, that child will become the strongest in the future."

An Utaha's eyes fixed.

What does Gojo Satoru mean by this sentence?

Is there anyone stronger than him?

This is almost impossible.

But...Iori Utahime's eyes unconsciously swept across the ruins, and she couldn't help but feel wary of the three-year-old child mentioned by Gojo Satoru.

Ye Moth, who knew how the college was destroyed, said: "..."

I always feel that what Gojo Satoru said is outrageous, but in a sense, there is nothing wrong with what Gojo Satoru said.

Noctuidae is the right way to have a headache.

Ye Mo Zheng Dao didn't want to talk.

He always felt that Gojo Satoru seemed to be secretly plotting something big.

I am the strongest now, so the "me" in the past will become the strongest in the future.

No problem.

Thinking of this, An Utahime felt that this was probably the student that Gojo Satoru was talking about.

But since you are a student, you should always respect your teacher.

He casually opened the door of the lounge.

This lounge is for teachers only. It is where teachers from two schools are going to watch the exchange competition. Half of the students are not allowed to enter so casually. But the door was suddenly kicked open, and it seemed as if the whole room was being destroyed.

Even if he was Gojo Satoru's student, even if he was so arrogant, even if he had something urgent, he shouldn't have kicked the door in at this time.

An Utaha thought so.

Thinking of her slowly turning around with the teacup in her hand, coughing twice and straightening herself up, ready to act like a teacher educating her students.

But the next second, Ange was confused.

What came into view immediately was a white-haired smiling face, especially the pair of small sunglasses that kept sliding down from the bridge of his nose.

It was exactly as I remembered.

An Geji: "..."

An Utahime: “!!!”

An Geji felt as if she was struck by lightning.

She seemed to see the female Gojo Satoru!!

This……

Angehime looked at the white-haired girl in shock, "You, you..." She stammered and couldn't say a complete sentence.

This must be Gojo Satoru! !

But has he gone to the point of pretending to be a girl? ! !

These thoughts slid wildly through the singer's mind.

The white-haired girl naturally had no idea what Angehime was thinking.

Instead, he moved closer to look at An Geji out of curiosity.

Seeing this made An Geji feel uneasy.

But I couldn't say anything.

"I just heard from that guy that the singer is here, so I came to take a look."

"Although I heard that you became a teacher,

I really can’t believe it…” The girl sighed.

"Even a singer can become a teacher..."

An Geji: "..."

Girl: "Why did the singer become a teacher?"

Iori Utahime was about to answer why she became a teacher, but the white-haired girl seemed to have given up on knowing the answer and retracted her head, shaking her head and saying, "But it doesn't matter."

An Geji was stunned, but was immediately furious with the girl's next words.

"I was scared when the door was knocked down just now..."

"You still want tea or something..."

"Singer, you are too timid."

She shook her head: "No, you can't say that..."

She raised a finger, and her eyes seemed to be glowing under the light, exactly the same as in Ange's memory, just as annoying and arrogant.

Her voice stretched out: "After all, the singing girl is very weak."