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

Masamichi Yagami frowned sharply, about to speak up to defend his student from this insidious attack, but Satoru Gojo raised his hand first, signaling him not to speak.

Then, Gojo Satoru suddenly smiled.

"You're quite well prepared."

His voice didn't reveal any obvious anger; it even sounded somewhat nonchalant.

"However, didn't I warn you before not to investigate the people around me without permission?"

The director's representative immediately straightened his back and defended himself:

"This wasn't a deliberate investigation into your personal relationships. It was Sumi Kikawa who proactively exposed her power, and the intelligence department was simply checking things out as a result."

"Whether you're genuinely going with the flow or testing the waters, I'm not going to bother arguing with you today."

Gojo Satoru leaned back in his chair and tapped his long, slender fingers lightly on the table.

"But one thing is very simple."

Although he still had a smile on his face, the temperature in his voice had completely dropped to freezing point.

"You can't touch this person."

The air in the conference room suddenly seemed to sink, as if even breathing had become difficult.

The representative from the director's office, bracing himself against the almost palpable pressure, asked:

"What gives you the right to make this decision on behalf of the management team?"

Gojo Satoru announced expressionlessly:

"Because I will formally invite Sumi Kikawa to serve as a special advisor to the high school to assist in the investigation of the recently discovered unregistered special-grade and anomalous barriers."

The representative from the director's office immediately changed his expression.

"What makes you think you can guarantee his stance?"

"What right does someone with an unknown identity, unknown techniques, and who has deliberately concealed their abilities for a long time have to enter a higher vocational college?"

Who will bear the responsibility for oversight?

"And what makes you think you can vouch for Sumi Kichikawa?!"

Several sharp questions rained down on him, but Gojo Satoru didn't even flinch from his seat.

"position?"

Gojo Satoru casually straightened his cuffs and slowly twirled the two words on his tongue.

Then, he raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the long table to the other side, and gave a provocative smile.

"Sumi Kikawa is my legitimate lover."

"Is this reason sufficient?"

The conference room fell into a deathly silence.

Night Moth Masamichi's expression froze on his face.

Nanami Kento's movement of pushing up his glasses abruptly stopped halfway.

Anka-hime was so shocked that her eyes widened, as if she doubted that there was something wrong with her ears.

Rakuganji Yoshinobu, who had been keeping his eyes closed, slowly opened them, a hint of surprise flashing in his cloudy eyes.

Only Iori Shoko let out a long sigh and raised her hand to press her throbbing temples.

Although it was true, the fact that Gojo Satoru announced it so openly in front of the management team made her feel that the meeting had completely spiraled out of control.

After a brief moment of surprise, the director's representative quickly seized on this connection and attempted to turn the tables on the other side.

"Since Sumire Kichikawa is your lover, you have an even greater responsibility to persuade him to accept the Directorate General's supervision and recruitment!"

Gojo Satoru chuckled.

"Aren't you mistaken about something?"

He sat up slightly, the smile on his face not disappearing, but his azure eyes were covered with a layer of frost, chilling to the bone.

"Let's not even talk about whether you're qualified to supervise him—"

"Does any of you have the ability to execute him?"

The audience was silent.

No one dared to answer that question.

Gojo Satoru's tone remained casual, but the terrifying pressure emanating from him was now pressing down relentlessly.

The air in the conference room seemed to have been suddenly sucked out, and even the surrounding walls felt cramped and oppressive.

"If you don't even have the ability to control him, where do you get the confidence to think he'll be a threat to you?"

"He was willing to help the college simply because he was willing to help me."

"Any other than that, he will not accept any form of surrender from you."

The representative from the General Headquarters, his face ashen, gritted his teeth and said, "Gojo Satoru, you're openly protecting a dangerous sorcerer of unknown identity!"

"Wrong."

Gojo Satoru smiled and corrected him.

"I'm just kindly reminding you not to do things you can't afford the consequences of."

As he spoke, his tone suddenly became lighter, as if he had just remembered something.

"Also, although Xiaocheng usually seems gentle and mild-mannered, her temper isn't actually that good."

The sudden appearance of the affectionate nickname "Xiao Cheng" in this tense situation caused everyone present to have very subtle expressions.

Gojo Satoru, however, didn't care at all, and even kindly continued to "remind" him:

"He has some abilities that even I haven't fully grasped yet."

"If you really anger him, let him storm into the director's office..."

He paused deliberately, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"I can't guarantee what will happen."

At this point, there is no room for further argument.

The representative from the General Headquarters turned pale and then flushed several times, but ultimately did not dare to issue any arrest warrants or execution orders against Sumi Kichikawa in front of Gojo Satoru.

He slammed the file shut, his face cold, and stormed off with his men.

Rakuganji Yoshinobu also stood up, leaning on his cane.

As he passed by Gojo Satoru, the old headmaster stopped and said in a cold voice:

"If you let someone of unknown origin stay around, Gojo Satoru, sooner or later you'll mess things up."

Gojo Satoru looked up at him and answered with a smile:

"That's my personal relationship problem, so please don't worry about it."

Leyan Temple gave a heavy snort, turned around and strode away.

Even after the people from the director's office and the Kyoto school left, the atmosphere in the meeting room did not become more relaxed.

As soon as the door closed, Moth Master asked in a deep voice:

"Wu, explain."

Gojo Satoru leaned back in his chair, relaxing considerably.

"It's nothing complicated."

"Sumi Kikawa is indeed my lover."

Moth's brow twitched violently: "That's not what I asked!"

"But this is the most important sentence," Gojo Satoru said confidently.

"Enlightenment." Moth's voice turned somber, carrying a warning.

Seeing that Moth's expression was getting worse and worse, Gojo Satoru finally toned down his usual carefree attitude a little.

"Okay. Actually, when we first met, we both thought the other was a completely ordinary person. But as we spent more time together, we gradually realized that the other person's background wasn't as ordinary as we had imagined."

Shoko Ieiri looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Does he treat you like an ordinary person?"

"In front of Kosuke, I suppose I could say that," Gojo Satoru replied quite frankly.

Glass didn't ask any more questions.

Although this answer sounds absurd, it's not too hard to understand when applied to Gojo Satoru, who has always been unconventional.

Gojo Satoru put away his joking thoughts and continued seriously:

"Xiao Cheng has nothing to do with those recent strange and unusual events. On the contrary, he has secretly helped the students of the vocational college several times. The cursed spirit you saw in the video today was not the first one he dealt with."

Nanami Kento, standing to the side, showed a slight change in expression.

He recalled the unusual traces he had encountered during his mission at the hospital, traces that he had never been able to fully explain. Now, looking back, many pieces of the puzzle finally fit together perfectly.

Moth Master was silent for a moment, then asked:

"Did he agree to be his consultant?"

"I haven't formally asked yet."

Gojo Satoru admitted it very frankly, without even a hint of guilt.

The moth's brow twitched suddenly.

Before the principal could lose his temper, Gojo Satoru calmly continued:

"However, when Xiao Cheng left the scene this time, he neither erased the surveillance footage nor covered his face, which means that he is ready to appear in the world of sorcery."

"As for the consultant, I'll ask him about it when I get back."

At this point, his tone became serious.

"If he's unwilling, what I just said was just a way for me to stall the director's office. I won't force him to do anything."

Moth looked at him for a while, and only after confirming that Gojo Satoru really didn't intend to make a decision for Sumire no Sugikawa on his own did his expression soften slightly.

"Then how can you be sure that he has absolutely no connection with those cursed spirits?"

Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment.

The matter of the other world is a secret belonging to Xiaocheng, and he would never tell it.

So he simply raised his eyes, his gaze calm and resolute as he met the moth's eyes, and answered in a deep voice:

"I can vouch for it."

"He would never side with those things."

Masamichi Nocturne frowned, not immediately accepting this illogical, purely intuitive answer.

But he also knew that once Gojo Satoru made a decision in such a do-or-die tone, he would never change his mind.

After a long silence, the moth could only sigh helplessly and remind him in a deep voice:

"Those people in the director's office won't let this go."

"They might not dare to openly target you, but they could very well try to get to Susumu Kikkawa. Especially before they figure out his techniques, they'll only see him as even more dangerous."

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but chuckle softly, recalling Sumire Kisakawa's vengeful nature.

"rest assured."

He looked down and tapped his vibrating phone.

On the screen, Kikawa Sumi had just sent him a message not long ago, gently reminding him to eat lunch on time and to open the bag of honey snacks after the mission was over.

Looking at those words, the last trace of coldness that remained in Gojo Satoru's eyes from the confrontation just now vanished instantly, like ice and snow melting away.

He put away his phone and lazily finished the second half of the sentence:

"If they really dare to make a move, it's hard to say who might be the one who suffers."