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

The corridor was quiet.

Tianyan didn't leave immediately. He could faintly hear the old men talking in hushed tones inside the door. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but their exasperated yet forced-to-suppress tone was like a pot of porridge about to boil but tightly covered by a lid, bubbling and gurgling but unable to overflow.

Tianyan's lips curved into a smile.

Then he turned around and stopped in his tracks.

At the end of the corridor, leaning against the wall, stood two people.

One of them was Gojo Satoru, whose white spiky hair stood out conspicuously under the dim light of the corridor. He wore sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, had a lollipop in his mouth, and his hands were in the front pockets of his college uniform. He leaned against the wall crookedly, like a clothesline that had been carelessly tossed there.

The other one is Ieiri Shoko. She has a calm expression while smoking a cigarette, but the corners of her mouth are slightly curved, and her eyes have a kind of pleasure in watching gossip.

Gojo Satoru spoke first. He took the lollipop out of his mouth, tapped it in the air, widened his eyes, and made an exaggerated expression on his face, as if he were performing a mime on stage.

"Wow~ President Tianyan! I heard everything you said in there!"

Tianyan's eyebrows twitched slightly: "You heard that?"

"Of course!"

Gojo Satoru shoved the lollipop back into his mouth and mumbled, "The Six-Eyed One isn't just for show. What's the big deal about being separated by a door? When you were inside saying 'Zen temples are the greatest,' I almost lost my balance outside, you know that?"

Shoko Ieiri nodded seriously from the side: "Indeed, his foot slipped, I saw it."

"That wasn't a slip!"

Gojo Satoshi corrected him emphatically: "They were shocked! You understand? Shocked!"

Tianyan looked at the two of them, a question mark popping up above his head.

Are they performing crosstalk?

Gojo Satoru straightened up from the wall, slowly walked to Tenen, tilted his head, and looked him up and down as if he were an antique that had just escaped from a museum.

His tone turned serious, but beneath that seriousness lurked an barely suppressed chuckle: "Judging from your remarks inside, you're a... madman from the Zen family?"

Tianyan blinked: "...What?"

"A fanatic."

Gojo Satoru repeated, emphasizing, "It's the kind of person who talks about their family all the time, thinks their family is the best in the world, and constantly refers to 'our Zen-in family'."

He paused, then pointed a finger at Tianyan's chest. "How come I never realized you were this kind of person before?"

Tianyan looked at him, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Gojo Satoru continued, his tone earnest, as if he were analyzing the person he was looking for: "But Tenen, what you're saying doesn't match your actual situation. Didn't you cause quite a bit of trouble at the Zenin family and get exiled?"

Shoko Ieiri, standing nearby, let out a soft "Ah," and said, "Oh right, last time in Kyoto, I saw you kick Naoya Zenin in the face with my own eyes."

She paused, tilted her head, and said, "To deal such a heavy blow to the direct heir of the Zen family doesn't seem like someone who truly believes the Zen family is 'supreme.'"

Gojo Satoru spread his hands, giving him a "look at this" look: "Isn't this a contradiction?"

Tenyan looked at Gojo Satoru's face, which was filled with "explain yourself," and then at Shoko's equally curious eyes, before sighing.

"Most of what I say is from the heart."

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, and Ieiri Shoko switched her cigarette from the left to the right.

Tianyan's voice wasn't loud, but his tone was very serious: "I do believe the Zen family is the best, but..."

He changed the subject, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Reality and ideals are always different. There's still a lot of room for improvement for Zen practitioners in reality."

Gojo Satoru blinked.

Then he burst out laughing, laughing so hard he almost fell over, leaning against the wall with one hand on his stomach and the other pointing at Tianyan, squeezing out a sentence in broken sentences.

"There's room for...improvement...hahahaha...that's a rather subtle way of putting it!"

After laughing enough, Gojo Satoru wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes, straightened up, and dusted off his clothes.

"Alright, alright, 'room for improvement,' I've got it."

He patted Tianyan on the shoulder, the force neither too light nor too heavy, conveying a casual "I understand you" feeling.

"But seriously, Tianyan."

His voice suddenly became more serious, and his deep blue eyes behind his sunglasses looked straight at Tian Yan: "What you said inside just now, although it sounded a bit crazy, was indeed very cool."

He gave a thumbs-up, a bright smile spreading across his face: "As expected of our club president!"

Tianyan smiled and said, "It's alright. I just like to say 'no' to those self-righteous people."

Looking at the two of them, she suddenly remembered something: "Oh right, what brings you two here?"

With his back to him, Gojo Satoru raised one hand and waved it casually: "Here to help you out."

"Shoko told me." Gojo Satoru gestured towards Ieyasu Shoko's direction with his chin.

Tenen's gaze shifted to Ieiri Shoko.

Shoko Ieiri removed the cola from her lips, glanced at Tenen, and spoke with an indifferent expression as if she were talking about something trivial.

"Senior Mingming told me."

She paused, then added, "She said you might be in trouble and asked me to come check on you. I didn't think it would be very meaningful for me to come alone, so I called Wu along as well."

She tilted her head, the corners of her mouth curving into a wider smile: "Many hands make light work."

A warm feeling welled up in his chest, and he looked at the two of them earnestly and said, "Thank you."

Gojo Satoru turned around, looked at his serious expression, and slowly broke into a bright smile: "What? Touched?"

Tianyan took a deep breath, suppressing the inexplicable surge of emotion, and smiled, "A little bit, you could say that."

Gojo Satoru suddenly sighed, a sigh tinged with regret that he had made a wasted trip.

"Sigh~"

He sighed, drawing out the last syllable: "I came back specifically for this, but I didn't even get a chance to appear."

"In my original plan, Tianyan, who was trapped in a difficult situation, would be crying his eyes out, and then the savior, Gojo-sama, would kick down the door and come to the rescue with his powerful and handsome presence. Tianyan would then be moved to tears and prostrate himself in gratitude to Gojo-sama!"

He put his hands in his pockets, kicked a small pebble away, and looked like a cat whose fish had been snatched from its mouth: "This is no fun at all."

Shoko sighed and stroked his white fur.

Tianyan looked at his face, which was filled with the message "I need compensation," remained silent for a moment, and then spoke.

"I'm already really touched that you came."

"It's okay if I don't have to appear."

"no."

Gojo Satoru walked forward, his voice drifting from ahead, carrying a reckless "I don't care, I don't care, I'm going to cause trouble" attitude: "I'm coming back this time to make sure it's worth it!"

"Bang!"

He kicked open the tightly closed door: "Open the door! I'm home!"