"Is it because she is too weak that she is like this now? I wonder how a Utaha can become a teacher..."

The white-haired girl stroked her chin and thought, as if she was trying hard to find a reasonable explanation.

An Geji: "..."

Iori Utahime: "Gojo Satoru, it must be Gojo Satoru, your guy."

The white-haired girl raised two fingers and said with a smile: "You guessed it right!"

Then she spoke again: "After all, the Uta is exactly the same as before..." She spoke in a slow tone, words that made Uta Iori almost explode.

"That's right! To use the words of the moth, it means that there is no progress!"

The white-haired girl clapped her fists and showed a look of sudden enlightenment.

Thinking that she had escaped from Gojo Goan, the singer: "..."

She threw the teacup in her hand out without any hesitation, looking furious, but the cup was immediately blocked in front of her by her shameless move.

Gojo Satoru is still Gojo Satoru.

After hearing this, Iori Utahime stood there expressionlessly, and had the idea of ​​striking out. The girl in front of her, who looked exactly like the Gojo Satoru in her memory, came over and spoke to her in a frivolous tone.

"Uta-ji-"

She called out Iwata's name in a sticky and unclear way, as if she was just concerned. But Iwata knew that if the person in front of her was Gojo Satoru, he would not be so kind.

It was as if the words that Gojo Satoru had said to her several years ago, when they were dancing at a disco, suddenly appeared in her mind.

[Singer, are you crying? ]

It actually made her feel vaguely that there were similarities between this sentence and hers.

It turned out to be Gojo Satoru. Otherwise, how could there be a creature more annoying than Gojo Satoru?

An Utahime: "Go to hell, Gojo Satoru. Have you gone so far as to pretend to be a JK?"

An Utahime laughed at him mercilessly. In her eyes, she and Gojo Satoru had an irreconcilable feud. It would be best if Gojo Satoru's family could be disgraced in the world of sorcery, and everyone in the world of sorcery would know that Gojo Satoru had a cross-dressing fetish.

But who knew that the white-haired girl tilted her head and said: "Me? Pretending to be a girl?"

As she spoke, she raised her head and pushed her bangs to the side as if she didn't care, and asked in a strange tone, "Singer, have your eyes also become bad over the years?"

An Geji: "..."

An Utahime: “!!!”

Could it be that...

She looked at the white-haired girl in disbelief. Although the latter's posture when standing there did not look like a girl at all, compared with the Gojo Satoru in her memory, her face was softer, her voice changed, and most importantly, her height finally made Angeki's heart waver a little.

Is it really a girl?

An Geji looked at the white-haired girl with suspicion again.

There was no possibility that Gojo Satoru was cursed. The limitless power cut off everything, not to mention the double six eyes. The possibility of being cursed was zero.

Then there is only one possibility, that is, Gojo Satoru was originally a woman, and she had been hiding this fact before.

Once this thought arises, it cannot be taken back.

My imagination is like a flood, it is out of control.

Just as An Utahime was lost in thought, the white-haired girl narrowed her eyes and answered her: "Female? I am a female to begin with."

An Utahime: !!! As expected.

This sentence opened up An Utahime's imagination even more.

The white-haired girl spoke: "So the singer must have a problem with her brain. She can't even recognize me..."

Iori Utahime: "Who wouldn't find it strange to see a person's gender change? Hey - are you Gojo Satoru?"

"And Gojo Satoru is wearing women's clothes. It's not like that guy can't do something like that!!"

The white-haired girl was silent for a while.

"That's [Gojo Satoru] and has nothing to do with me." said the white-haired girl.

Iori Utahime: "Oh...it has nothing to do with you..."

Iori Utahime: “…It’s okay?!!”

She reacted and started banging on the table, causing the tea on the table to shake violently. The girl looked up at Ange, and seemed to think that Ange was a little strange.

An Utahime: I am offended.

The girl said: "I am Gojo Satoru from another world—" Iori Utahime: "What do you mean?"

The white-haired girl: "It's really troublesome. I have to explain it to the singer again. If you say so, your brain must not understand what I am saying. You have to try hard to understand it."

The white-haired girl clicked her tongue and revealed an expression that once appeared on Gojo Satoru's face.

And exactly.

White-haired girl: "Forget it, let's let that guy talk. Songstresses can't think anyway."

An Utahime: I’m so angry.

"In any case, both Gojo Satoru should bring everyone a supreme experience. The Utahime can't decide anything anyway..."

"Two Gojo Satoru are the honor of this world!!"

There seemed to be small flowers around the white-haired girl, and she herself didn't seem to care that much about the situation of the two Gojo Satoru in this world.

Perhaps girls nowadays care more about the struggle in An Utaha's heart.

It's very interesting because it's very weak.

The white-haired girl thought as a matter of course.

As expected, An Utahime's eyes widened.

"Hey, you guys..."

Her voice stopped abruptly.

But the white-haired girl had already turned around and looked back.

Just as the white-haired girl turned around, the white-haired young man with an eye mask slowly walked in.

The two people seemed to be very familiar with each other and started chatting as soon as they met.

The white-haired girl said bluntly: "Hey, aren't you waiting for the game to start in this lounge? Where have you been?"

White-haired young man: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry - I just had a good discussion with the principal of Kyoto School about the next steps of the competition." As he spoke, he gestured with his hands, with the distance between his index finger and thumb very close, as if he was just having a calm exchange.

The white-haired girl complained: "What? Then let me wait for you?"

The white-haired young man smiled in a good-tempered manner and said, "Well, I'll treat Wu to dessert later."

The white-haired girl seemed to be shaken for a moment by the word "dessert", and narrowed her eyes and glanced at Gojo Satoru, as if to see whether what the young man opposite her said was true or not. She looked him up and down and could only see the other person's smiling expression.

White-haired girl: "I've grown up, and I've become more vicious..."

The white-haired young man seemed very sad: "How can you say that about yourself? [Satoru]-chan, it's not right to say that."

The moment Gojo Satoru came in, An Utahime suddenly felt that the world was collapsing.

Now two Gojo Satoru appeared in front of her.

The Gojo Satoru whom she hated.

Two.

What a nightmare scene this is.

Just when Iori Utahime began to doubt her life, Gojo Satoru looked in the direction of Iori Utahime: "Utahime, there is one more thing I want to tell you——"

Gojo Satoru was very serious when he said this.

This made An Utahi look serious. She asked, "What?"

"There is a traitor."

"traitor?"

"I'm talking about inside the college."

An Geji was stunned.

After listening to Gojo Satoru's reasonable analysis, An Utahime frowned and promised Gojo Satoru that she would watch her side, but was interrupted by Gojo Satoru.

An Utaha:?

Gojo Satoru did not answer Iori Utahime, but looked at the white-haired girl and called the girl's name in a sticky voice: "[Satoru]-chan will definitely solve this matter."

And An Utahime looked at the white-haired girl and raised her eyes.

Her eyes were already shining beautifully under the light, like stars.

Without waiting for the girl's answer, Gojo Satoru said, "Those kids are good kids. Satoru obviously doesn't want them to be invaded by some dark force."

At this time, the white-haired girl finally reacted.

"oh."

"Then leave it to Satoru-chan." Gojo Satoru said with a smile.

"Don't talk in such a disgusting tone..." The white-haired girl sighed, "How could I possibly become such a strange adult in the future?"

“Hey, hey—”

Listening to the conversation between the two, An Utahime suddenly had a bad feeling.

No matter what Gojo Satoru said just now, he expressed his meaning. There is an undercover inside the technical high school. It is not known whether it is a teacher or a student. But this matter needs to be resolved, and the person responsible for resolving this matter is another [Gojo Satoru].

Of course, there is nothing wrong with handing this matter over to Gojo Satoru, and An Utahime also knows that if Gojo Satoru does it himself, there will be almost no mistakes.

And their meaning seemed to be very clear, that they wanted to find the undercover in this exchange competition and catch him.

So this means...

What kind of catastrophic phenomenon is that?

An Utahime swallowed quietly.

Utahime Iori suddenly recalled the time when she was in technical high school and Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru were still their juniors. That was the sister exchange competition that she would never forget.

Those two guys, like non-human monsters, won the team battle casually while chatting and laughing, and finally flattened the entire field with overwhelming force.

The seniors hardly made any moves and easily won the exchange match thanks to the tricks played by Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru.

Finally, Iori Utahime said with difficulty: "You want to participate in this sister exchange competition..."

Gojo Satoru spoke as a matter of course: "Uta, have you forgotten what I said before?"

Angeji's whole body froze.

[“But don’t think about those things, Utahime. Are you still thinking about defeating us? That’s impossible—”]

This is what the person in my memory said.

But when she recalled these words, An Utahime still looked at the white-haired girl unconsciously.

Iori Utahime: "You...are going to attend this exchange meeting?"

White-haired girl: "Didn't I tell you at the beginning? The singer's reaction is so slow——"

An Geji: "..."

Gojo Satoru said as a matter of course: "Satoru-chan, you are already our third-year student."

"And if we leave this kind of thing to Gojo Satoru, there won't be any problem at all!" Gojo Satoru raised his thumb.

An Utahime: No, no, in another sense the problem is even bigger.

It turns out that the third grader was talking about her.

Iori Utahime took a deep breath to get her heartbeat back to normal.

[“That child will certainly become the strongest in the future.”]

Suddenly, Iori Utahime thought of this sentence.

So Gojo Satoru was bragging about himself from the very beginning? ! !