While I was chanting a curse, the system said I was Xiao Yan?

What cloud?!

That's Gojo Satoru!

The name only had time to flash through Tianyan's mind.

"Bang—bang—bang—"

A piercing alarm suddenly blared from the direction of the Zen temple!

The sound was sharp and urgent, and one after another, magical barriers rose from the depths of the mansion, enveloping the entire complex in a semi-transparent light shield.

"Intruder! Intruder!"

"It's Gojo Satoru! The Gojo family has attacked!"

"Enemy attack! All units on high alert!"

Faint shouts came from afar, mixed with the roar of exploding spell power and the clang of swords being drawn.

Tianyan's lips twitched.

The way this young master of the Gojo family made his entrance was truly... incredibly flamboyant!

But at that moment, he couldn't care less about any of that.

Because that white figure was swooping down towards him in an extremely illogical trajectory.

No, to be precise, it swooped down on his car!

Oh no, they're coming for me!

"No way..."

Before Tianyan could finish speaking, a soft sound came from the roof of the car.

"Thump."

The sound wasn't loud; it sounded like someone gently tapped the roof of the car.

Immediately afterwards, Tianyan saw the sunroof open, and a half-body with a white head peered backwards into the car through the sunroof!

The face that made Tianyan think, "This kid's looks are no less than mine, terrifyingly so," was upside down, with his chin up and forehead down, and his white, wispy hair spread out like a hedgehog.

The deep blue eyes, gleaming behind the sunglasses, blinked, and then, in an extremely natural way, met Tian Yan's gaze.

"Yo!"

Satoru Gojo's voice carried the joy of discovering a new toy.

"You must be Zen-in-Ten-Yan?"

There was a three-second silence.

Then Tianyan slowly rolled down the car window and leaned out.

On the roof of the car, Gojo Satoru was hanging upside down in a position that defied the laws of gravity, with his two long legs pointing straight to the sky, while his upper body was crammed in through the sunroof, looking like an upside-down scallion.

The black college coat and the white shirt underneath fluttered in the wind.

Ironically, this "strongest" person had a completely matter-of-fact expression on their face, as if hanging upside down on someone else's car roof was the most normal thing in the world.

Tianyan sat up straight, then met Gojo Satoru's eyes, smiled and bowed: "Young Master Gojo, it's a pleasure to meet you. I didn't expect to see you right here at my doorstep. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of you at the high school."

His tone was polite yet distant, flawless, a standard greeting typical of a large family.

Gojo Satoru's upside-down body remained motionless, but his deep blue eyes behind his sunglasses narrowed slightly.

He stared at Tianyan for two seconds, then suddenly clicked his tongue and pursed his lips.

"What the hell?"

His voice carried undisguised disappointment: "I heard the Zen family had produced an interesting person, but why do you reek of the stench of the three great families?"

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, and his upside-down posture made him look like a white cat scrutinizing its prey.

"This smell, plus only three people seeing you off... tsk, you must not be very popular, right? A lot of people must dislike you."

Tianyan's smile remained unchanged, not even a flicker of emotion in his eyes, as he calmly replied.

"He's not as popular as young master Gojo. The moment he arrives at the gate, the entire Zen-in family comes out to greet him."

There was a moment of silence inside the car.

Immediately afterwards, the two of them burst out laughing.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The laughter grew louder and more unrestrained, like two mischievous kids who had found their kind and were undermining each other.

Yamada, who was driving in front, had been so nervous that his back was taut, but he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He had thought the atmosphere would be tense, but the two of them seemed to be getting along quite well.

After Tianyan finished laughing, he made a "please" gesture to Wujiao Wu.

"Gojo Gosho-kun, if you don't mind, please get in and take a seat."

"Okay."

With a slight sway, Gojo Satoru, hanging upside down, slid into the car through the sunroof as if weightless, comfortably sitting in the seat next to Tenen, his long legs casually crossed.

He leaned back in his chair casually, turned his head, and stared intently at Tian Yan, as if scanning for some rare item.

To be precise, it was about staring at Tianyan's waist and abdomen.

Yan felt the gaze, but he did not look away or feel nervous. He simply sat calmly, letting the other person scrutinize him.

The carriage was quiet for a few seconds.

Then Gojo Satoru spoke up, his voice filled with undisguised curiosity.

"What is that thing in your stomach?"

Tianyan's eyebrows twitched slightly.

"It's that thing that keeps spinning."

Gojo Satoru stretched out his finger and drew a circle on his abdomen: "Like a whirlpool, going around and around."

He tilted his head, his azure eyes gleaming with an almost excited light.

"This is the first time I've ever seen something like this. I was just passing by on my mission and happened to stop by to take a look at the future transfer student from afar."

"The result~"

He drawled out the last syllable, a bright smile spreading across his face.

"I saw something quite interesting, so I decided to come over and take a closer look."

Tianyan remained silent for a moment.

He quickly weighed the options in his mind.

The system's affairs certainly cannot be discussed, but the existence of the curse vortex cannot be concealed by Gojo Satoru's six-eyed insight.

"It's a cultivation technique I created myself," Tianyan said calmly, "The Burning Technique."

"Technique?" Gojo Satoru repeated the word, his brows furrowing slightly, as if he were chewing on this unfamiliar concept.

"It's a way of circulating magical power."

Tianyan explained, "Unlike the traditional sorcerer system, it can form a continuously rotating vortex of sorcery energy within its body, absorbing external sorcery energy through the rotation of the vortex and converting it for its own use."

Gojo Satoru's eyes lit up.

"Does such a thing even exist?"

He sat up straight, his sunglasses slipped down his nose, revealing a pair of clear, deep blue eyes that seemed to see right through him.

"So, this is how you combat the loss of your magical power?"

Tianyan nodded.

"Is this how you regained your spellcasting power as a level two mage?"

Tianyan nodded again.

Gojo Satoru stared at him for several seconds, then his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he were using his six eyes to observe him more deeply.

The carriage fell silent.

Tianyan could feel the sensation of being "seen through," as if someone was scanning his body inch by inch with a magnifying glass, leaving no blind spots.

But he didn't move or speak; he just sat quietly.

A moment later, Gojo Satoru's lips slowly curved into a smile.

"interesting."

His voice held the delight of discovering a new toy: "With each spin, new magical power is drawn into the body from the outside... the magical power is slowly increasing..."

He turned his head to look at Tianyan, his smile growing wider and wider.

"You're a really interesting person."