——Why does he feel like he has been sitting up from his hospital bed too many times recently?

Lu Qi couldn't help but cast his gaze towards the dissecting table below him, his face expressionless.

This time he broke the record and sat up from the dissecting table.

...Wait, why is it a dissecting table?! Is there supposed to be something like this in the school infirmary?! And he obviously doesn't look dead, right?!

Lu Qi hesitated to speak, so they tacitly accepted that they would die, right?

Gojo Satoru interrupted the rapidly scrolling bullet screen in Luqi's mind, "Jie, don't you plan to change?"

It was a sentence without a beginning or an end, but the magnetic tone was tinged with smiles, arrogance, and a hint of seriousness.

No one present could understand Gojo Satoru's inexplicable words, but the atmosphere was inexplicably solemn. They couldn't help but hold their breath and wait for the black-haired young man's reply.

Their intuition tells them that this is important.

About five or six minutes later, Xia Yujie's smiling voice rang out, "Okay."

His dark pupils scanned everyone present. Although his voice was clearly tinged with a smile, it made everyone present feel a heavy pressure on their hearts.

"This is the last time. Let me see a miracle."

The sun sank completely into the clouds and the sky darkened.

…

The night breeze kissed the ends of Kagome Jie's hair. On the vast and flat playground, Kagome Jie sat down casually, supported himself with his hands, and looked up at the dark night sky.

"In the thick black sky, will there be stars that tear through and shine?" The black-haired young man was clearly looking at the pitch-black sky, but his pupils were not focused. He murmured slightly absentmindedly.

"Of course." Gojo Satoru's white hair scattered around his cheeks, and his pitch-black glasses blocked the bright blue eyes.

"No matter where you are, there are stars."

The six-eyed god sat down next to the black-haired young man and looked up at the sky side by side with him.

The night sky, which was pitch black just now, had been torn into pieces by a few tiny stars at some point, and was flashing starlight irregularly.

Xia Yujie raised his hand, as if he wanted to grab those stars, or just want to touch them. After a while, he said, "How did Wu know I would be here?"

The white-haired man held the young man's hand and laid down with him. His hair was scattered on the ground in a mess. He said with a hint of pride, "Hehe, we can't be close friends for nothing."

"Want to listen to it? My past." Xia Yujie laughed hoarsely, and his heavy mood seemed to become relaxed, and with the night wind, he seemed to be flying to the sky.

"Oh, of course." Gojo Satoru put his hands under his head and agreed readily.

"Where do you start?" Xia Yujie narrowed his eyes and counted the stars in the sky.

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "In fact, in my world, the development is similar to yours."

"Come to think of it, you've already discovered it."

"My lie."

Gojo Satoru snorted with an ambiguous tone, raised his hand and took off his sunglasses, revealing his blue eyes without any cover.

That kind of perfect world, coupled with Geto Suguru's contradictory behavior, if he hasn't discovered it yet, his title of the strongest may be just a false reputation.

"Ah, I accidentally said something nonsense." Xia Yujie laughed lightly, "After all, Wu has always been very sharp."

No, he didn't.

Gojo Satoru refuted his best friend's words in his heart. At least - at least at that time, he didn't realize it at all.

Perhaps he noticed it, but given his youthful mentality, he probably would not have taken it seriously.

That’s why the tragedy happened later.

The stars are shining and the night breeze is blowing.

Gojo Satoru was in a trance. He seemed to have returned to the summer when he was sixteen years old. There was also such a cool night breeze and such a quiet summer night. It seemed as if the days over the past ten years had never changed.

By his side is still Geto Suguru. The two of them have grown from problem children to problem teachers. During this period, there has been no defection, no estrangement, and no... bitter summer.

None of this happened. The two of them grew up together, matured together, taught together, and lived their ideal life together.

If such a world really existed, Gojo Satoru thought, he would probably envy the Gojo Satoru of that world.

"But after I died, I still wandered around you as a soul, watching you grow up, watching you become a teacher, and then watching you... be sealed."

Geto Suguru didn't know how he should describe that scene. He didn't know how to understand Gojo Satoru's feelings after seeing his body being stolen. He also didn't know what was going on in Gojo Satoru's mind when he saw the noose pointing at his face and greeting him.

But after that, he thought, that's Gojo Satoru.

It's impossible that he is the "strongest" Gojo Satoru. At least, it shouldn't be that easy to end.

The six-eyed son of God came to this world with the dramatic changes in the world, so even if it is a curtain call, it should be brilliant and grand.

"It's late. Go to sleep, Satoru."

It was clearly he who initiated the conversation, but after just three sentences, he proposed to end the conversation.

Even Geto Suguru himself didn't know what he was thinking.

...But Lu Qi knew.

He can’t reveal too much of the plot!! Although he should have been exposed, it’s still completely different for someone to take the knife and for you to shove the knife into someone else’s hands.

Lu Qi silently combed his hair into a mess. He really took great pains to stick to the bottom line of his industry.

"Ah, good night, Jie." Gojo Satoru seemed to be awakened, propped up his body and sat up, looking at the back of Geto getting up and leaving, and suddenly said, "Then come to this world and see the existence of miracles."

Xia Yujie paused for a moment and said, "Then I can only hope."

…

Since then, Gojo Satoru seemed to be even busier. Both the first-year and second-year students rarely saw the always slacking white-haired teacher anymore.

Geto Xia Yu rarely saw him, but since they had been living together, Geto Xia Yu had asked him about it.

It was probably around midnight when Xia Yujie was woken up. He fumbled to turn on the bedside lamp. The warm yellow light was not glaring, but it was just enough to illuminate the room.