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

It must be admitted that sparring with Sumi Kizawa can easily ignite one's competitive spirit.

Because he is not completely untouchable.

At least it doesn't look like it.

He would stand where they could see him, disrupting their rhythm step by step, and casually sidestepping away just as they were about to seize an opportunity.

That illusion of "it seems like we could meet it any faster" is more torturous and addictive than Gojo Satoru's blatant invincibility.

Not just first grade, but second grade too.

Almost every time Maki sees Sumi Kikawa, she first sneers, "So, I guess I've finally run into you today?"

Sumi Kikawa usually replies calmly, "You said the same thing last time."

Maki's temple throbbed with a vein: "You really are annoying when you talk like that."

"each other."

Two minutes later, Maki was removed from her cursed artifact and stood there expressionless, taking deep breaths.

The panda watched the commotion with great enjoyment until Sumi Kichikawa turned to him and asked, "You're here too?"

The panda immediately took a step back: "May I clap first?"

Dog Roll pulled up his collar: "Salmon."

After it happened many times, everyone gradually got used to this way of getting along.

Every time Maki and Sumi Kikawa bicker, the people next to them can continue drinking water without even changing their expressions.

At first, the first-year students were nervous, but they gradually understood after realizing that despite Maki's harsh words, she would still show up at the training ground on time the next day. This kind of playful banter is probably how they get along.

However, the longer they spent together, the more they understood why Susumu Kawakawa and Satoru Gojo were together.

These two people seem to have very different personalities. One is outgoing and carefree, able to say anything with a smile; the other is quiet and aloof, rarely showing any extra emotion in his actions.

But deep down, they all have a bit of a wicked sense of humor.

However, Gojo Satoru's perverse sense of humor is very outward, almost written all over his face; while Kikawa Sumi's perverse sense of humor is more deeply hidden and more subtle.

The incident began when Itaru casually mentioned something during a training break one day:

"Come to think of it, we don't think we've ever seen Dr. Kikawa actually use the procedure."

Kugizaki immediately perked up: "That's right. Before, it was all physical techniques; we'd only ever heard rumors about Dr. Kikawa's techniques."

Fushiguro Megumi looked at Sumireki, clearly also somewhat curious.

Maki stood to the side, holding the magical artifact, and raised an eyebrow: "What, want to show off?"

Sumi Kichikawa looked them over.

"Can."

Everyone's spirits lifted.

The next second, the cursed artifact in Maki's hand disappeared.

Maki: "..." She looked down at her empty hands, then looked up at Sumi Kikawa.

Sumire Kichikawa calmly raised her chin.

Everyone looked in the direction he was looking. The spell tool was hanging properly on the branch of a tree not far away.

Uruga: "Wow."

Kugizaki: "What kind of demonstration is this?!"

Maki's face darkened: "Sumi Kurikawa."

Sumi Kichikawa: "Your wrist had a weakness just now. I just wanted to remind you that you should never let your guard down."

Maki: "Is that the point?!"

Dog Roll, who seemed to want to laugh, had just pulled down his collar to say something when his collar was suddenly caught by a thin twig that had been hanging down at some point. The next second, he was frozen in place.

Dog Roll: "...Salmon?"

The panda finally couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Hahahaha, you're so funny!"

Before his laughter had even stopped, he was also hung up in the tree to keep the dog-like thorns company.

On the other side, just as Fushiguro Megumi summoned the shikigami to suppress the field, they suddenly disappeared one after another from their original spots.

Fushiguro Megumi's pupils contracted: "What's going on?"

Sumire Kichikawa raised her hand and gently tapped the air.

The space before everyone's eyes rippled like the surface of water. The next moment, all of Fushiguro Megumi's shikigami were trapped in the same transparent, boundless realm, huddled together, looking out blankly through the invisible barrier.

Fushiguro Megumi: "..."

Itadori hesitated for a moment, then couldn't help but say, "She seems kind of cute."

Fushiguro Megumi said expressionlessly, "Shut up."

He looked at Sumire Kichikawa: "Why are you locking all my shikigami together?"

"To let you know that summoning too many shikigami at the same time does not mean they can cooperate with each other."

Fushiguro Megumi remained silent.

Although this sounded reasonable, he had no intention of admitting it at this juncture.

On the other side, Just as Itajima was about to rush over in the chaos, his foot suddenly slipped, and he was teleported to a tree trunk at the edge of the training field. Kugizaki, on the other hand, found that his hammer was fixed to the ground and he couldn't pull it out no matter how hard he tried.

"Dr. Kirikawa!" Itadori called out, turning his head. "This isn't the surgical demonstration we agreed on!"

"What's different?"

"This is just a joke on us!"

"It's also part of the demonstration."

Kugizaki pointed at him angrily, "You never follow the rules!"

"Yeah," Sumi Kichikawa admitted frankly, "but I can crush you."

The training ground fell silent for a moment.

The panda stroked its chin and couldn't help but sigh, "This sounds so much like Wu's style."

Maki had just taken the cursed artifact down from the tree when she heard this and gave a cold laugh.

"No wonder they're together."

"What's going on? Are you secretly discussing the unbreakable bond between me and Kosumi?" Gojo Satoru's voice drifted from outside the training ground.

Everyone turned to look and saw him slowly walking over, carrying a bag of desserts in his hand.

Maki slung the cursed tool over her shoulder, her face full of displeasure: "Where did you find such an unethical advisor?"

Gojo Satoru wasn't angry at all. Instead, he walked over to Sumireki and leaned his body on her shoulder naturally, his tone full of undisguised smugness.

"My boyfriend, isn't he amazing?"

Maki's temple twitched.

"Are you sick in the head?"

"Thank you for the compliment."

Sumire Kichikawa reached out and nudged Satoru Gojo's face.

"Stand still."

"No way." Gojo Satoru leaned back even more confidently, "I've been bothered by rotten oranges all day, I need to recharge."

Speaking of the General Manager's Office, Gojo Satoru has indeed been summoned more and more frequently lately.

Whether it was because his secret investigation into the misfortunes of various families was discovered, or because the principle of cause and effect had taken effect on those people, in any case, the old guys in the director's department have been particularly fond of picking on him lately.

Today they questioned why he arbitrarily allowed Susumu Kikkawa to contact students; tomorrow they questioned the origin of Susumu Kikkawa's magic and whether it posed a threat to the high school; the day after tomorrow they started being sarcastic, saying that Satoru Gojo was abusing his power and wanted to place uncontrolled outside magicians into the high school system.

As Gojo Satoru sat in the conference room, listening to those old and decaying voices repeating themselves over and over, he felt as if his ears were being polluted.

He personally felt that there were only two possibilities for why those old men were suddenly so unafraid of death.

One possibility is that their backers instructed them to confuse the issue and deliberately draw all attention to Sumi Kichikawa.

Another possibility is that reversal of cause and effect may actually be at play.

Those people who are usually the most afraid of death will naturally start to wonder if the mysterious sorcerer next to Gojo Satoru has done something wrong when they suffer one misfortune after another.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence? He had just become a senior advisor when those people started to suffer a series of misfortunes.

Regardless of the type, Gojo Satoru found it annoying. Extremely annoying.

When he got home that night, he didn't even bother to take off his sunglasses. The first thing he did when he entered the house was to head straight for Sumi Kichikawa.

Just as Sumiki Kawakawa hung up her coat, someone hugged her waist from behind. Satoru Gojo buried his face in the crook of his neck, the white hair tickling his neck, his voice muffled, carrying a deliberately drawn-out grievance.

"Xiao Cheng——"

Sumi Kichikawa looked down at the hands wrapped around her waist.

"What's wrong?"

"Rotten oranges are so annoying." Gojo Satoru drawled, like a cat that had suffered a great injustice. "They had another two-hour meeting today, repeating the same few sentences over and over again. My ears are going to break."

Kikawa Sumi didn't laugh, she just reached out and touched his hair.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Gojo Satoru immediately seized the opportunity and hugged even tighter.

"Was it just hardship? No comfort?"

What kind of comfort do you want?

Gojo Satoru raised his face, his eyes shining brightly.

Kikawa Sumi glanced at him, as if she had already anticipated what he was going to say, and reached out to push his face away.

"Let's eat first."

"How cold-hearted, Cheng."

You've already eaten too much dessert today.

"This is completely different from offering comfort!"

That being said, Gojo Satoru was eventually forced to finish his dinner by Sumirei Kiseki.