Ms. Gojo thought she was dating an ordinary person's boyfriend.

Chapter 171 is my boyfriend

He slowly swiped open his phone and opened the chat window with Sumi Kichikawa.

The chat interface was still frozen on the message he had sent earlier: "I'm not going home."

Kikawa Sumi hasn't replied to my messages yet, I wonder if she's just staying home alone and brooding.

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow and typed a line of text on the screen:

[Is Xiaocheng very busy today?]

The message was sent almost immediately, with virtually no delay.

Sumi Kichikawa's reply immediately jumped out:

Not very busy.

As Gojo Satoru looked at the four words on the screen, a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

What? This person really is glued to their phone the whole time.

He tapped his finger lightly and sent another message:

Send me a selfie.

This time, the "typing" message on the other end paused for a few seconds.

She probably didn't understand why her boyfriend would suddenly make such a request at a time like this.

But he didn't ask any more questions, and soon a photo was sent over.

In the photo, Sumi Kichikawa appears to be squatting outside an unfamiliar store, with the background somewhat blurry.

He probably just casually took the picture with his phone. His face still didn't show much expression, just a slight pursing of his lips. Even from the angle of the shot, you could see a hint of awkwardness from his lack of experience.

Wu Tiao opened the photo and zoomed in with two fingers.

The next second, his gaze fell on the clothes on Kikawa Sumi's body.

The clothes she was wearing were exactly the same as those in the blurry surveillance footage on the big screen.

Gojo Satoru stared at the photo for several seconds, then suddenly felt like laughing.

So...

Just because I deliberately ignored him for several days, this person got angry and went out to harass the cursed spirits like crazy?

Let's recall the number of exorcised spirits reported by the assistant supervisor earlier today—

She really has a lot of temper.

The thought of Sumi Kichikawa silently running off to vent her anger on cursed spirits all over Japan after their cold war;

Looking up at the group of old men in the conference room, who were solemnly and solemnly analyzing the conspiracy and purpose of the "mysterious man," Gojo Satoru found the scene utterly absurd and laughable.

If he were to raise his hand now and tell them that this large-scale anomaly that prompted the administration to urgently convene the top officials of both schools was not at all some complex conspiracy to destroy the world—

It's simply because he ignored his boyfriend for the past few days, which annoyed him.

Night Moth and Leyan Temple would probably be so angry they'd vomit blood on the spot, right?

Gojo Satoru found it more and more interesting, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

His prolonged silence and eerie smile clearly displeased Leyan Temple.

"After all this talk, can't you offer any suggestions, Gojo Satoru?"

Gojo Satoru calmly placed his phone face down on his lap, blinking innocently, "What opinion could I possibly have?"

Leyan Temple stared intently at him with a stern face.

"However, after monitoring for so long, if that person hadn't been in a bad mood today and left traces, you probably wouldn't have even caught a glimpse of them, right?"

He dragged out his nonchalant tone, his gaze sweeping across the faces of everyone present through his sunglasses.

"If that's the case, it means there are still many secrets about that person that we don't know. We don't even know what abilities he uses or what his maximum strength is. So where do you get the confidence to be sure that he's someone you can 'easily take care of'?"

Leyan Temple did not answer, but his expression visibly worsened.

Gojo Satoru leaned back comfortably in his chair: "So, instead of coming in all guns and starting to fight, it's better to make contact first."

At this point, he suddenly let out a short laugh.

"Who knows, maybe the first person they see will be captivated by my irresistible good looks and cry out that they'd volunteer to join us?"

The conference room fell into a suffocating silence in a different sense.

The songstress's temple throbbed with fury, and she slammed her hand on the table in exasperation: "Can't you be even a little bit serious at a time like this?!"

"I'm very serious."

Gojo Satoru innocently spread his hands.

He was telling the truth.

As long as he asks, let alone cooperating with the sorcery world to register, even if he makes the most troublesome or excessive request, his boyfriend will probably just stare at him quietly for a while, and then try to satisfy him in various ways.

However, there's no need to share this kind of thing.

After that, this pointless tug-of-war continued for a long time, and ultimately failed to produce a result that satisfied everyone.

The Rakanji faction clung to the principle of "never leaving any uncontrollable threats behind," while the Yae faction insisted that "making contact before the other party shows hostility is the best course of action."

Neither side could convince the other, and the two sides were deadlocked, so the dispute was temporarily shelved.

Before leaving the meeting, Leyan Temple stood up with a dark face and gave a heavy snort: "Since we can't reach an agreement, let's wait and see which side will find out which man first."

The high-level meeting ended unhappily.

After leaving the meeting room, Moth was still discussing what had just happened with Gojo Satoru in the corridor on their way back.

"This must be the case of the disappearing remains that Nanami investigated before, right?"

Gojo Satoru, with his hands casually in his pockets, nodded: "Yes."

Moth looked at him: "I remember, you also went to the scene with Nanami back then."

"I've been there."

"...Even you can't see a single trace left at the scene?"

Gojo Satoru nodded again in agreement: "Yeah, I can't tell."

Upon hearing this definitive answer, Moth's already serious expression darkened even further.

An ability that even the Six-Eyed One cannot see through...

"If such a person becomes an enemy, it could be very troublesome."

"Don't worry," Gojo Satoru said with a relaxed tone, his long legs carrying him. "That person isn't an enemy."

Moth frowned slightly: "Why are you so sure?"

Gojo Satoru turned around, revealing an incredibly bright smile:

"intuition!"

Moth: "..."

He remained silent for several seconds, the veins on his forehead throbbing slightly, before finally walking away with a dark expression.

Gojo Satoru stood there, smiling as he watched the principal storm off into the distance before turning around and continuing to stroll leisurely down the corridor.

Ieyasu was a few steps behind, walking alongside him.

She has been unusually quiet since the meeting started, and has hardly expressed any opinions.

Only after the moth's figure had completely disappeared around the corner of the corridor did she take out a cigarette, twirl it between her fingers, and slowly begin to speak.

"Do you know that person?"

Gojo Satoru turned his head, the smile still lingering on his lips: "Why do you say that?"

Shoko raised her eyelids and glanced at him, her expression remaining largely unchanged.

"When Nanami came to see me before, she mentioned that some of the periods when those cursed spirits mysteriously disappeared coincided with your schedule."

Gojo Satoru remained silent, simply listening.

He also said that you seem to know something, but you just haven't told him.

Shoko stopped and turned to face him directly. "More importantly, your attitude today is also very strange."

"What's wrong?"

Her gaze fell on Gojo Satoru's face.

"You don't seem to be worried at all about whether this uncertain factor will cause any trouble."

Although Gojo Satoru usually appears lazy and nonchalant, as if he doesn't care about anything, Shoko knows that if something involves a threat, he will at least remain vigilant and won't be so relaxed.

"So, what exactly happened?"

Gojo Satoru did not answer immediately.

He glanced down at his phone. The selfie that Sumi Kichikawa had sent was still quietly displayed on the screen in the chat window.

After a moment, he suddenly said out of the blue, "I had a cold war with my boyfriend a few days ago."

Shoko: "...Huh?"

Gojo Satoru seemed oblivious to her speechless expression and continued to complain with great interest: "Although he has been trying very hard to coax me these past few days, I was really angry at the time, so I didn't really respond to him."

Shoko almost instinctively retorted, "Are you sure this cold war is entirely your boyfriend's fault?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized she had made a mistake.

"Wait—" Shoko waved her hand impatiently, "What does this have to do with what we were just discussing?!"

Gojo Satoru turned his head slightly to the side.

He still had that casual smile on his lips, but his expression was much more serious than before.

"It's related~"

Shoko frowned, looking at him suspiciously.

The next second, she suddenly remembered what Mingming had said at the meeting.

That mysterious person had never left any trace before, but today they suddenly revealed themselves...

His behavior was very rough, as if he was in a bad mood...

cold war.

She kept trying to coax him, but she couldn't get a response from her boyfriend.