Someone said sorrowfully, "What we care about is that guy Gojo is actually in a relationship with Mr. Suzuo!"
Of course we aren't dating!
Satoru Gojo descended from the sky, hanging upside down in the air like a bat, his silver-white hair hanging down naturally to reveal his forehead.
The people gathered there, who had been chatting about gossip, were startled and took a step back in unison.
The gauze veil that Kobe Suzuo had given him before was draped over his eyes; Satoru Gojo had simply tied it in a loose knot, the remaining ends hung down along with his hair, looking as light and beautiful as if they were one with him.
Although Suzuo is very good to me, he has never once acted inappropriately, so we are still just [ordinary friends] now.
I'm currently just a pitiful and devoted 'male lead' being played by a bad man, you know.
Satoru Gojo clenched both fists and brought them to his cheeks, making a "crying" gesture.
Ugh—
Iori felt it was an eyesore and made a disgusted gagging expression.
Chapter 54 That Pretty Boy
Utage, someone like you, who is unlovable and has never even been in a relationship, could never understand a pure-hearted man like me, who is so tormented by his feelings.
Satoru Gojo drifted away from Iori, having become quite proficient at using Limitless as a flight skill.
He was like a cloud, approaching weightlessly, only to drift away lightly the moment others tried to reach out and touch him, forever out of reach.
It was a very impressive ability, but Satoru Gojo used it with maximum sarcasm; he loved the way others found him unbearable yet could never reach him.
The renovation team hired by Kobe Suzuo was top-tier in efficiency.
With the power of massive wealth, although this professional team failed to repair all the infrastructure destroyed by Fushiguro Toji, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Yuki Tsukumo in a short period of time,
But they had renovated almost all the remaining buildings in Jujutsu High, they were excessively luxurious.
During the days of the sister school exchange, the students from Kyoto School were so envious they were practically salivating.
They also wanted dormitories equipped with a full set of appliances, multimedia lecture halls, smart training rooms capable of real-time physical data monitoring, cafeterias where they could order anything from five-star chefs.
What antique school with ancient, historical, profound commemorative significance? Not interested.
Kyoto Jujutsu High also wants convenience stores and vending machines..
Good heavens, Tokyo Jujutsu High even has hot springs and bonfires! Even with money, you couldn't spend it like this.
They even said this wasn't a transactional relationship between Satoru Gojo and Kobe Suzuo!
From then on, they were going to brand Satoru Gojo with the shame of being a gigolo.
Satoru Gojo had actually dressed up a little today, wearing a moon-white Kimono and a haori that was as light blue as mist.
The sash ties of the haori were unparalleled, adorned with deep blue gemstones the color of the ocean, a display of understated luxury visible to the naked eye.
In the air, her clothes were light and airy, her entire being illuminated by the firelight until she glowed a translucent white. The gauze covering her eyes was semi-transparent, making her look like a divine spirit from a legend.
Satoru Gojo had excellent taste, he was also very clear on how to use his handsome face to commit crimes of beauty.
Most of the time, he was just too busy, so he kept everything simple and couldn't be bothered to tidy up.
He tilted his head while fiddling with his phone, speaking loudly as if he were intentionally trying to make someone hear him.
Suzuo seems to have been very busy lately, he hasn't even had time to call. Has he grown tired of me?
Heh, men.
Ah, but he'll still send flowers to my dorm as usual, so he's probably just too busy after all. I'll just give him a video call myself.
The moment he opened his mouth, he ruined the atmosphere, making one want to punch him in the face and make this noisy bird shut up for good.
Iori held Nobara Iori's shoulder, her brain momentarily blank as she struggled to process the sight of a six-foot-tall, muscular man acting cute and eccentric, her voice weak and drifting.
“Nobara Iori, how on earth do you all put up with this guy normally?”
Nobara Iori gently stroked Utage's head, explaining the formula with great proficiency:
Senpai, at times like this, Satoru Gojo isn't Satoru Gojo; you have to view him as a pure, innocent little flower.
Iori frowned in pain, her eyes tightly shut, her expression filled with resistance. "No, I still find it disgusting."
Nobara Iori whispered like a demon, "And there's one more crucial step: you have to imagine Kobe Suzuo standing by his side."
And then?
And then, did you see a light?
Iori squinted, feeling the campfire flicker and fade, a bit blinding to her eyes. "It seems so."
Next, did you hear a violent roaring sound?
Iori's forehead broke into a sweat. She squinted at the clearing in the distance, her expression growing increasingly dazed, her voice weak and hollow.
There is, there is! Not only the sound, but the visuals too—I think I saw Mr. Suzuo himself.
Is this the power of a mysterious CEO's aura?
So powerful, truly incredibly strong.
Nobara Iori pressed her hands together, looking as devout as a missionary:
That's right. This is the endless entanglement of love and hate between a domineering CEO and a fierce woman that others simply cannot understand.
I see!
What are you suddenly realizing?
The onlookers were so shocked they were rendered speechless. "The Kobe Family Heir really has returned!"
The students of Kyoto School pointed at the helipad specifically built during the campus reconstruction, shouted in disbelief, word by word:
It's true, Kobe Suzuo is back!
The low-profile yet luxurious helicopter was emblazoned with double-petaled bellflowers in silver and gold, the unmistakable crest of the Kobe Family.
Aside from Kobe Suzuo, no one else could walk through the barrier so brazenly or enter and exit Jujutsu High so recklessly.
The man, dressed in a slim-fit trench coat, stood against the light with a narrow waist and long legs, his coat hem billowing in the shockwave; his proportions were so exquisite he looked like a work of art.
With the atmosphere built up to this point, height no longer mattered.
The CEO made a grand and domineering entrance, his legs two meters long and his aura two and a half meters high, accompanied by a pink-haired, chubby boy who stood a full meter tall..
Wait, where did this kid come from?
Everyone looked down at the pink-haired child, who looked timid while clinging to Kobe Suzuo's leg, then looked up at the cold and emotionless Kobe Suzuo wearing sunglasses, finally turned to look at Satoru Gojo beside them.
Satoru Gojo's relaxed, joyful smile froze.
The corners of Kobe Suzuo's mouth curled into a gentle expression toward the child as he leaned down to take the child's hand, walking slowly to accommodate the small, short legs.
Satoru Gojo descended from the air and landed on solid ground, his clothes fluttering in the gusts of wind like the wings of a bird in flight.
This scene felt strangely familiar.
The first and second-year students of Tokyo School had distorted expressions, struggling to maintain their composure.
They had already imagined a whole scenario in their heads when Kobe Suzuo made his shocking debut with Fushiguro Tsumiki last time, this time, they absolutely could not make a mistake again.
The students at Kyoto Jujutsu High were far more ignorant, like wild boars running rampant in a melon patch, or like bystanders whispering among themselves after hearing about some CEO's scandalous affairs.
What's going on? Was Satoru Gojo cheated on?
I know, I know! This is that legendary story where a CEO has a one-night stand while drunk, or gets drugged by accident to produce an illegitimate child! This is how those wealthy families do things; it's exactly how it's played out in the soap operas my mom watches all the time!
Oh~ No wonder Satoru Gojo just said he and Kobe have a simple friendship. Tsk, what a complex and winding romance between wealthy families.
Do you believe they are just friends, or do you believe me when I say it's Lord Tengen?
What, Lord Tengen is personally here?!
What are you doing? Do you want to die, discussing such things in front of the Six Eyes?
Hiss, shouldn't we hurry up and hide? What if we get silenced?
But no one cared about the onlookers at all.
Satoru Gojo stared at the massive mass of mixed Cursed Energy beside Kobe Suzuo, his voice low, almost a murmur.
Incredible, they're completely mixed together.
He did not remove the gauze from his eyes; naturally, Kobe Suzuo's products were the best, most beautiful, most expensive.
This Cursed Tool not only filters the information "seen" by the Six Eyes to minimize pressure to the maximum extent, but can also, to a certain degree, alleviate the overbearing sensation of being watched by the Six Eyes.
If it weren't for its exaggerated design making it difficult to wear out in public, this eye veil would likely be used much more frequently.
The other soul sleeping within that child was extremely unstable, Satoru Gojo worried that the gaze of the Six Eyes might provoke it.
Satoru Gojo took the first step before Kobe Suzuo could approach, his gauze fluttering behind him in an arc like drifting clouds.
He came to a halt in front of Kobe Suzuo, standing so close that their noses almost touched.
The flickering campfirelight cast a dark shadow over Satoru Gojo, enveloping Kobe Suzuo within it.
Startled by Satoru Gojo's aura, Kobe Suzuo instinctively took a step back, attempting to create some distance.
Because he had forgotten there was still a child hanging on his leg, he lost his footing and stumbled, only to be caught by Satoru Gojo, who reached out to steady his arm.
So the two of them drew closer, like an intimate embrace after a long separation.
The onlookers nearby let out a series of rustling, strange cries.
Kobe Suzuo avoided Satoru Gojo's eyes, which seemed as ethereal as the vast sky, gently patted the child's fuzzy back of the head:
“This is Itadori Yuji, he is.."
Satoru Gojo suddenly leaned in close, his warm breath brushing against Kobe Suzuo's ear, causing a slight tremor that only she could see.
He glanced at the "kid" that Kobe Suzuo was shielding behind her, his tone ambiguous.
Suzuo, as expected of you, you bring back such a 'big surprise' after just one trip out.
Kobe Suzuo's ears were ringing. He had been working non-stop for three days, his mind was so foggy that, for a moment, he actually couldn't discern Satoru Gojo's emotions.
Cats are truly difficult to understand; I hope the cat isn't angry.