The regret that the family saw was completely seen by Shui Jiangyi.

He looked down at his slender white hands, preparing to retrieve the system after it went offline that day. During his interactions with Ieiri Shoko and Gojo Satoru over the past few days, he understood very clearly that they were both missing someone.

The memory of that person was hidden by the system. This was probably what the system was hiding from him.

·

After Shui Jiangyi's body recovered well, he could freely choose to live in the infirmary or in his dormitory.

After pushing him to the dormitory, Ieiri Naoko waved goodbye to him with a smile: "Yuujin, don't disappear suddenly again."

What's with the tone of voice you use to coax a child?

Shui Jiangyi covered his face and replied, "Stop talking to me, Ieori-senpai. Your serious tone sounds like my neighbor's mother talking to her kid who doesn't study hard."

Ieiri Naoko raised her eyebrows and said, "That's a very good description. It seems that you are very self-aware, Hisahito."

After all, she stopped teasing the pink-haired boy. She turned around and left the dormitory. She had the rare opportunity to turn down a date that night. Now that she had some free time, she wanted to have a good rest.

Mizue Yi closed the door only after he could no longer see Ieyuu Naoko's back.

Turning on the light, the dormitory that he hadn't seen for a long time came into view. It was simply decorated with a simple big bed, a closet and a desk, but it was full of the atmosphere of life. Shui Jiangyi's eyes fell on the various cute decorations neatly placed on the desk, and his eyes couldn't help but soften.

He picked up a small octopus ornament nearby. He bought it on the beach when he and Junpei went on a mission together for the first time. The blue ring-shaped octopus symbolizes poison and is a great overlord in the sea, but it looks very small and cute.

Shui Jiangyi thought quietly for a while about how to get words out of the system, but perhaps the atmosphere he created was too solemn. Before he could even open his mouth, the system rolled out in a whimper, turning into a ball of light that circled around Shui Jiangyi's fingers, and said pitifully: "Yi Yi, don't be angry..."

Shui Jiangyi, who was not actually angry, grabbed his paper-like wings and played with them casually: "You also know that I am angry? Why did you run so fast that day?"

The system was indignant: "I didn't actually run!"

At that time, the teleportation array had already been opened, with only the last progress bar left, but he was still forcibly dragged back by Ryomen Sukuna and kept by his side for several days. The system felt like its mind was about to split.

"?" If he didn't run away, why would he disappear for so many days?

Shui Jiangyi said unhappily: "Then explain to me where you have been these days?"

The system recalled Ryoumen Sukuna's threatening look, and it hugged Shui Jiangyi's fingers coquettishly, "The headquarters suddenly summoned me to go back. Yi Yi, do you want to ask me something? I will tell you everything I know..."

"Is Gojo Satoru's injury related to his youth?" Shui Jiangyi ignored his coquettishness and decisively raised his doubts, "Or is it actually related to Geto Suguru?"

The system immediately held its breath, feeling moved by Shui Jiangyi's sharpness. It whispered, "This matter... cannot be discussed."

It was the same answer again. Shui Jiangyi was not surprised. He put his hands together under his chin, looked at the system and said, "Okay, then I won't make it difficult for you."

The system did not feel the slightest bit happy, because from Shui Jiangyi's action, he inexplicably tasted the flavor of Ryomen Sukuna.

Sure enough, Shui Jiangyi finished the next sentence.

"Let's go through the normal process. I'll exchange the mission points with you."

Speaking of this process, Shui Jiangyi had only used it once before, when he signed the first contract with Ryomen Sukuna.

·

After knowing that Mizue Yi swallowed Ryomen Sukuna's finger, Gojo Satoru took the initiative to bring him back to the high school and put him in the first grade at that time.

Compared to Gojo Satoru's bold ideas, Yaga Masamichi is more worried.

For this purpose, I specially sought out Gojo Satoru and Mizue Yi for some discussions.

"Wu, can you guarantee that the Ryomen Sukuna swallowed by Itadori-kun will not become a monster?" Yega Masamichi sat upright with a steady look in his eyes. His kimono was very dignified and he exuded the temperament of a mature man.

Gojo Satoru sat cross-legged opposite him, biting a wafer with a lack of interest: "Don't worry, you always like to worry about nothing. Youren is obviously a good boy. If he shows up, he will definitely tell me."

Shui Jiangyi sat next to Gojo Satoru, feeling unusually uneasy. The reason was that Yega Masamichi's temperament was similar to that of his former high school homeroom teacher. When he saw Yega Masamichi, he suddenly thought of the almost whole sack of electronic gadgets that had been confiscated from him by his homeroom teacher.

Yega Masamichi rubbed his temples because of the headache. For a moment, it seemed as if he had dreamed back to the time when Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru had joined forces to make him angry. He had to check with himself every day about his physical and mental health.

But the anxious look on the child's face made him unable to say anything. He could only look at Gojo Satoru with annoyance: "Can you be more careful recently? Your documents are piling up like a mountain again."

Gojo Satoru blinked at him and said, "I thought you were used to it by now?"

Yega Zhengdao was so angry that he wanted to give him a loving iron fist, but unfortunately Gojo Satoru was no longer the Gojo Satoru who was willing to accept his punishment. He put oil on his feet and ran faster than anyone else.

Of course, if Yega Zhengdao wanted to chase him, the cursed corpses in the room would not necessarily trap Gojo Satoru. It’s just that he suddenly had a different realization that there seemed to be a student in front of him.

He coughed, ignored Gojo Satoru who was smiling wantonly, and said to the pink-haired boy: "Yuji-kun...right?"

Shui Jiangyi nodded stiffly. The ferocious look of Ye Moth made him look even more like him. His body immediately reacted in a stress response. He straightened his back, smiled, and kept his eyes straight, for fear that he would take out a book from somewhere and throw it at him in the next second.

Ye Moth raised his hand, put it on his hair, and rubbed it. He said, "Welcome to join the college."

"Eh?" His hands were broad and thick, with the gentleness that only a mature elder could give, which made Shui Jiangyi feel a little at a loss. He stammered, "Welcome me? I don't think I'm a ..."

Is it a disaster?

Ye Moth saw through his unfinished words and said with a hint of meaning: "The greatest negative influence of the high school is only Gojo Satoru."

"Hey." Gojo Satoru was not convinced. He said proudly, "I am obviously the most reliable teacher in the high school, okay?"

Seeing the two people start quarreling again, Shui Jiangyi looked at them and felt that this way of getting along was very novel, and inevitably a little jealous.

It seemed like he had never met someone with whom he could relax so easily.

The system immediately jumped up and said, "Yi Yi! I can be your first person like this!"

Shui Jiangyi snorted and said nothing, but a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

After talking to Gojo Satoru for a while, Ye Mo waved his hand to signal them to leave, saying that there was no room for them here. When Gojo Satoru came to a fork in the road, he pointed him to a way: "Go past here, and the third door from the end is your dormitory."

Shui Jiangyi nodded, took the key handed to him by Gojo Satoru, and walked over.

It was already evening, the sun was setting, and the summer breeze was blowing slowly across his temples. Shui Jiangyi squinted his eyes happily and slowly opened the door with his key without turning on the light.

Suddenly, his fingertips were shaking uncontrollably, totally out of his control. The light key slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Shui Jiangyi held on tightly to the desk at the door, so as not to fall directly to the ground. He looked at his hands a little at a loss. What happened?

Gradually, my head began to rise uncontrollably.

Shui Jiangyi saw his own appearance on the very clean glass window, a big smile appeared on the corners of his lips, mysterious lines grew along his cheeks, he looked at himself with jealous eyes and raised his hand, touching the corner of his lip which had just been broken due to a sudden bump, the bright red blood became more conspicuous on his white fingertips, he sighed.

“How weak.”

The voice was light and lazy, as if he was looking at something new.

Shui Jiangyi immediately understood who this person was. This was the person who had dragged him into the spiritual world and almost strangled him to death after he swallowed Ryomen Sukuna's finger.

...Two-sided Sukuna.

After coming out, the system showed him his information. He existed in the Curse King thousands of years ago. He was a ghost with four hands and two faces. He was cruel and cold-blooded and fond of killing.

Not to mention one Shui Jiangyi, even a hundred Shui Jiangyi would not be enough for him to defeat.

Shui Jiangyi's heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his throat, but Ryoumen Sukuna just smiled softly. He covered his heart with his hand and said, "Don't be so nervous. I won't kill you."

Shui Jiangyi: "But your attitude is really suspicious, okay!!!!!!"

Unfortunately, his impotent rage was not heard by Ryomen Sukuna.

After he finished speaking, no one responded for a long time. Ryomen Sukuna seemed to suddenly come to his senses and closed his eyes.

Shui Jiangyi's eyes also went dark, and in a blink of an eye he was back to the place he had last returned to.

Before he could come to his senses, he met Ryomen Sukuna's eyes. He squatted down lazily and played with Shui Jiangyi's wet hair that fell to his cheeks. The dark curse entangled his fingers and submerged them to the wide kimono arms. His fingers were slightly cold, like a piece of ice.

The icy Jiang Yi couldn't help but shrink back, but he failed. Instead, Ryoumen Sukuna pinched his cheek. His hand was very light, and his tone was even suspicious: "You look at me like that, are you going to cry?"