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

As night deepened, the room finally quieted down.

Gojo Satoru wasn't actually sleeping soundly.

He's been dealing with the directorate and various factions lately, and he's been constantly on edge.

So when he woke up in the middle of the night and instinctively reached out to hug the person next to him, he found that the spot beside him was empty.

He opened his eyes and reached out to touch the side.

It's cold.

Gojo Satoru sat up, stared at the cold sheets beside him for a few seconds, and slowly narrowed his eyes.

There was no movement outside the bedroom, and the lights were off inside.

He didn't rush to get out of bed; he just leaned against the headboard, arms crossed, and waited.

After a long while, a slight noise finally came from the doorway. When Sumi Kikawa pushed the door open, she immediately saw Satoru Gojo on the bed.

The latter leaned against the headboard, arms crossed over her chest, her expression unusually calm.

"Where have you been all night instead of sleeping?"

Sumire Kawakawa paused for a moment.

"I went out for a walk."

"Oh," Gojo Satoru drawled, "Until dawn?"

"Um."

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow.

Kikawa Sumi didn't explain further, but simply took a change of clothes and turned to go into the bathroom.

Gojo Satoru watched his retreating figure, his eyebrows slightly raised.

It was obvious that Sumi Kichikawa was avoiding his questions and didn't want him to know what she had done.

The sound of water soon filled the bathroom.

Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, somewhat curious about what Sumi Kikawa had been up to.

However, his curiosity did not last long.

The answer arrived the very next morning.

Early in the morning, Ichiji sent a message.

The content is short, but it contains a lot of information.

The report states that an incident occurred this morning in the headquarters building. The specific cause is currently unclear, but it is said to be due to years of disrepair.

The moment the senior executives entered the conference room, a section of the building collapsed, with an entire load-bearing wall and ceiling falling down, nearly trapping the group of old men inside.

Fortunately, they were rescued in time; unfortunately, all of them suffered serious injuries.

Gojo Satoru stared at his phone screen and remained silent for three seconds.

Then he laughed out loud.

Ichiji felt a chill run down her spine from his laughter.

"Mr. Gojo?"

Gojo Satoru put away his phone, and his mood visibly improved.

"It's nothing," he said. "I just discovered that our Xiaocheng is even cuter than I imagined."

Ichichi: "...?"

When Sumi Kichikawa got off her early shift and came home, she saw Satoru Gojo sitting on the sofa, holding his phone and wearing a half-smile on his face.

Kikawa Sumi paused almost imperceptibly.

Gojo Satoru shook his phone.

"What?" he drawled, his laughter almost overflowing from the end of his voice, "Did our Xiao Cheng go out and tear down someone's load-bearing wall in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

Sikawa Cheng: "..."

He paused for a second, then turned to leave.

Gojo Satoru immediately laughed even more heartily.

"Oh, I won't deny it."

Sumi Kichikawa stopped.

He really didn't know how to explain it.

Last night, I listened to Gojo Satoru complaining about the management department, and as I listened, the anger I had suppressed inside resurfaced.

Those people dared not actually violate the Five Principles of Enlightenment, but they always managed to hold him back, wear him down, and test him with all sorts of outdated and disgusting rules. Like rotten vines, they could not be cut off or burned off, and they still stubbornly clung to people's feet.

So he went out in the middle of the night.

This caused the old building, which should have been renovated long ago, to collapse a little too soon.

Now that I've calmed down and thought about it, this behavior was indeed quite childish.

Sumire Kikawa pursed her lips, her ears gradually turning red amidst Gojo Satoru's increasingly loud laughter.

Gojo Satoru leaned back on the sofa, eating dessert and marveling at the sight.

"I never expected this, Xiaocheng." He deliberately dragged out his words, "You have this kind of talent. It's a waste of your talent to have you as a consultant at the vocational college. You should be shining in the construction industry."

Sumire Kichikawa looked at him expressionlessly.

Gojo Satoru wasn't afraid at all, and even slowly took a bite of the cake.

"I heard those old men were terrified, and they canceled today's meeting."

Sumi Kichikawa remained silent.

Her ears turned even redder.

He didn't know what was wrong with him yesterday. After learning that Gojo Satoru was in trouble, he acted impulsively and did this.

I only realized how childish the things I did were after I sobered up today.

For a moment, Sumire Kikawa felt ashamed to face anyone.

Gojo Satoru laughed so hard his shoulders were shaking. Just as he was about to say something more, his hand was suddenly empty.

He looked down. The dessert he had been holding was gone. The next second, the half-eaten cake appeared in front of Sumi Kichikawa.

Kikawa Sumi took it expressionlessly, and as if in a fit of pique, she lowered her head and took a big bite.

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide in shock.

"Xiao Cheng, you actually stole my dessert!"

Sumi Kichikawa swallowed the cake, her tone calm.

"Confiscated."

"That's the last one!"

"That's not the case anymore."

Gojo Satoru immediately lunged forward. Sumi Kikawa dodged the first blow, but Gojo Satoru seized the opportunity to grab his shoulder and reach out to pry open his mouth.

"Spit it out! That's mine!"

"I've already eaten."

"You have to pay me back even if you ate it!"

"I can't do it."

"If you vomit it up, I'll pretend nothing happened!"

Do you think it's possible?

The two of them were tangled up on the sofa.

Sumire Kikawa held onto Satoru Gojo's wrist to prevent him from actually touching her, while Satoru Gojo, relying on his flexibility, tried to "rescue" the dessert from various angles.

"Stop fooling around."

"You took my cake first!"

"You laughed at me first."

"Demolishing a load-bearing wall and people still laugh at it!"

"..."

The two started arguing on the sofa and moved to the carpet. Gojo Satoru tried to take back the "stolen goods" by using his height and reach, while Kikkawa Sumi resisted with a cold face, but her ears were so red that she couldn't hide it.

The whole farce ended with Sumi Kikawa paying for a whole plate of desserts as compensation.

Satoshi Gojo sat at the table contentedly eating his compensation money. After finishing, he leaned over and took a big bite out of Sumi Kichikawa's lips.

Sumire Kawakawa frowned: "I understand."

Gojo Satoru licked his lips, speaking with self-righteousness.

"Interest."

The next day, Sumi Kichikawa went to the vocational high school with a tooth mark on the corner of her lip that was not very obvious but definitely not to be ignored.

He remained calm and stood by the training field as usual, reviewing the students' reports from the previous round of tasks.

But the children clearly couldn't keep their expressions unchanged.

Huzhang would glance at it every now and then.

Then quickly look away.

After a while, I couldn't help but take another look.

Kugizaki crossed his arms, his gaze growing increasingly meaningful.

At first, Fushiguro Megumi pretended not to see it, but later found that the tooth mark was really hard to ignore, so she silently turned her gaze elsewhere.

In the end, it was still the Japanese knotweed that couldn't keep a secret.

He cautiously raised his hand: "Um... Dr. Kikawa, what happened to your mouth?"

Sumire Kikawa's hands never stopped flipping through the report.

"It's nothing."

Itadori blinked: "But it looks like he's injured."

Kikawa Sumi remained unfazed.

I bumped into something by accident.

The training ground fell silent for a second.

The panda stroked its chin, slowly poked its head out from the side, and revealed a knowing look in its eyes.

"Really?" he drawled. "I have a feeling that the wound was caused by someone biting me."

Sumi Kichikawa stopped turning the page.

The panda continued, its tone full of amazement: "I never would have guessed that Wu had this kind of hobby."

The air condensed.

Itadori's pupils dilated in shock. Kugizaki gasped and immediately took a half-step back, giving the panda ample space to take a beating.

Fushiguro Megumi silently looked away.

Kikawa Sumi slowly raised her head, her gaze falling coldly on the panda.

"panda."

"Um?"

"I suddenly realize that your lower body has a serious problem today."

Panda: "...Is it too late to take back what I just said?"

Kikawa Sumi calmly rolled up her sleeves.

"It's too late."

So that morning, the panda received another exhilarating physical training session.

After being thrown out for the third time, the panda lay on the ground gazing at the sky, uttering a sorrowful sigh:

"I knew it, knowing too much will cause trouble."

Maki stood to the side, expressionless, and commented, "Serves you right."

Dog Roll: "Salmon."

Itadori, Kugizaki, and Fushiguro Megumi stood in a row, as quiet as chickens.

Kikawa Sumi stood in the center of the training field, her sleeves rolled up. The tooth mark on her lip hadn't completely faded, but her expression was as calm as if nothing had happened.

Only the base of her ears remained faintly red in the sunlight.