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

Chapter 30 "Wishing you a successful date"

After the meal, Gojo Satoru took Itadori Yuujin to a nearby convenience store to buy a Tokyo-limited melon soda flavored drink.

When Hisahito Itadori received the drink, he was so happy that he seemed like someone who had never been injured in an accident.

Kikawa Sumi looked at him and couldn't help but remind him, "You can only take one bottle."

Yuji Itadori, holding the drink, said, "I know! I'll take this bottle back to show my classmates."

Gojo Satoru then took a few more desserts from the side.

Sumire Kawakawa looked over.

Gojo Satoru immediately said, "A souvenir."

"to whom?"

"Xiao Cheng."

Sumire looked at the dessert in his hand, then at Satoru Gojo.

"Give it to me, or give it to yourself in my name?"

Gojo Satoru replied without hesitation, "It can be shared."

"Then take one less box."

Gojo Satoru: "Dr. Kosuke is so strict."

"The doctor is the strict one." Sumi Kikawa took one of the boxes from his hand and put it back on the shelf, "but the two boxes left are for my date."

Gojo Satoru paused for a moment.

Then he quickly burst into laughter.

"Okay."

Yuji Itadori stood beside the shelf, feeling that he could now understand their logic of getting along very well.

Mr. Gojo wants to buy desserts.

Dr. Kichikawa will keep an eye on him.

Mr. Gojo would always find an excuse.

Then Dr. Kikawa will take care of things, but he will also indulge them a little.

Isn't this just like a boyfriend?

They escorted Hisahito Itsuji to the vicinity of the station.

In the distance, several students and a teacher in charge were already standing there. Hisahito Itadori waved, and the students immediately rushed over.

"Kudoshin! Are you alright?"

"I heard you saved a child?"

"Why did you have to do something like this again!"

Yuuji Itadori was surrounded and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "It's nothing, it's nothing! It's really just a scratch!"

The teacher in charge of the team looked both anxious and relieved.

Sumire Kikawa stepped forward and briefly explained Yuujin Itadori's situation, and also told the teacher about the precautions.

The teacher thanked him repeatedly.

"Thank you so much, Dr. Kikawa."

"You're welcome," said Sumi Kichikawa. "Keep a close eye on things tonight. If you experience dizziness or nausea, it's best to seek medical attention immediately. Also, keep the wound dry and avoid strenuous activity as much as possible."

"I see."

Yuujin Itadori stood to the side, listening to Sumi Kichikawa repeat her instructions, and couldn't help but smile.

"I will be careful."

Sumire Kawakawa looked at him.

Yuji Itadori immediately straightened up.

"It really will!"

"I'll trust you this once," Sumi Kikawa said, "but if the wound worsens tomorrow, you'll have to admit you didn't listen to me."

Yuji Itadori nodded vigorously.

"good!"

Gojo Satoru stood to the side, smiling and waving.

"Hiruhi, see you next time."

Yuji Itadori swung it back forcefully.

"Mr. Gojo, Dr. Kikawa, thank you! And—"

He paused for a moment, as if remembering something, and then lowered his voice somewhat embarrassedly.

Have a great date!

Sikawa Cheng: "..."

Gojo Satoru: "..."

After speaking, Hisahito Itadori immediately turned around and ran back to his classmates, as if afraid of disturbing something again.

The students asked, "What did you just say?"

Yuuji Itadori whispered, "It's nothing!"

Gojo Satoru stood still and slowly turned his head to look at Kikkawa Sumi.

"Xiao Cheng."

Sumire Kawakawa looked up.

"Um."

Gojo Satoru's lips curled up little by little.

"Has Hisahito misunderstood something?"

Sumire Kawakawa remained silent for a moment.

Then he said, "Maybe."

Gojo Satoru drawled, "Maybe?"

Sumire Kikawa watched as Hisahito Itadori was surrounded by his classmates at the station, yet he still turned back and waved.

The boy had bright eyes and a frank smile.

It's easy to like someone.

It also makes it easy for people to lower their guard.

He looked away, his voice very soft.

"But he's a very nice person."

Gojo Satoru looked at him.

The evening breeze blew past the station, carrying the aroma of grilled chicken skewers from the convenience store and the sounds of cars passing by on the street.

Gojo Satoru suddenly laughed.

"Yes," he said, "I think so too."

A brief silence fell between them.

No one mentioned the accident again.

It could have happened even earlier.

On the way back, when Gojo Satoru received the call.

Kiyoshi Ichi gripped the steering wheel tightly, his reflection in the rearview mirror showing the person lounging lazily against the window in the back seat.

Gojo Satoru was on the phone with Sumi Kikawa, his voice filled with obvious laughter, his tone so light that Iji Tomo dared not listen for long.

The survival wisdom of the assistant supervisor told him: when Mr. Gojo speaks in that voice, it's best to pretend you're just a decoration in the car.

Until a sharp screech of brakes came from the other end of the phone.

Ichichi saw Gojo Satoru in the back seat suddenly raise his head.

In that instant, the looseness in his body seemed to be suddenly tightened by some invisible thread.

"Xiao Cheng?"

When Gojo Satoru spoke, his voice wasn't exactly cold.

But Iji had already subconsciously tensed his back.

He didn't hear the entire conversation on the other end of the phone, only vaguely hearing Gojo Satoru quickly say:

Send me your location.

A few seconds later, the call ended.

The car was unusually quiet.

Ijichi cautiously asked, "Mr. Gojo?"

Gojo Satoru looked down at his phone.

Sumi Kichikawa sent her location.

He looked at the location on the map, the smile from before gone from his lips.

"Change course".

Ichi immediately replied, "Yes."

The navigation system has replanned the route.

The car turned at the intersection ahead.

Gojo Satoru leaned back in his seat, his fingertips resting on the edge of his phone.

He didn't speak.

But Idi felt that the air inside the car was several degrees colder than before.

A few days ago, Gojo Satoru specifically asked him to "tell me in advance if it's a location that might affect ordinary people."

At that time, Ichiji didn't dare to ask why.

Now he suddenly vaguely understood something.

Gojo Satoru looked out the window at the street scene rushing past.

Ordinary traffic accident.

That's what Sumi Kichikawa said.

Accidents certainly happen in the ordinary world.

Car accidents, fires, falls, sudden illnesses.

It happens every day.

But this didn't allow him to completely relax.

They hadn't known each other for very long.

It just so happens in these last few days.

It was only after their contact became more frequent that things started to change.

Just when he was trying to separate Dr. Kosumi from the edge of the world of sorcery.

It's hard for Gojo Satoru not to first go through the word "abnormal" in his mind.

He doesn't like coincidences.

He especially dislikes coincidences that happen to people around him.

My phone vibrated.

Ijichi also received information about the relevant public incident.

"A small truck crashed into a guardrail two blocks ahead." Ijichi quickly scanned the information he had just retrieved. "Police and emergency services are on the scene. Initial reports indicate it's a traffic accident. There are no reports of magic-related incidents, and no unusual reports from the window."

Gojo Satoru hummed in agreement.

His tone of voice betrayed no emotion.

Ijichi continued, "There are no registered sightings of cursed spirits in the vicinity, and there have been no reports of high concentrations of residual filth in the last three days."

Gojo Satoru looked out the window.

"Have a nearby assistant supervisor confirm it."

Ichiji paused slightly.

"Does that refer to the location of the accident?"

"And the surrounding merchandise too," Gojo Satoru said.

Ichiji seemed to vaguely understand something and immediately nodded.

"I see."

He directed the staff through his headset while driving.

Gojo Satoru looked down at his phone.

In the chat box, Sumi Kichikawa sent another message.

[Dr. Xiaocheng: I understand.]

Gojo Satoru replied almost immediately.

[Wu: Hmm?]

[Dr. Xiaocheng: Can I bring one more person to eat with me?]

Gojo Satoru looked at the line of text, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.

Bring one more person.

Are they wounded?

Or was someone else involved in the accident?

He didn't continue typing; he dialed the number directly.

"Xiao Cheng." His voice returned to its usual relaxed tone after the call connected. "Bring one more person with you. Is it the injured person from earlier?"

"Um."

Sumi Kichikawa's voice was very steady.

This made Gojo Satoru relax a little.

Sumi Kikawa said, "He saved a child, and his speed and reaction time when he rushed out were excellent. The examination results showed only basic abrasions, but I don't want him to leave alone right away."

Gojo Satoru responded.

"oh."

His gaze, however, fell upon the brief report sent by Ijichi.

No tent remains were found nearby.

No obvious magical force was detected at the accident scene.

[Preliminary assessment: A typical traffic accident.]

Ordinary traffic accident.

Gojo Satoru tapped the side of his phone lightly with his fingertip.

Sumi Kikawa continued, "Let him eat something, observe him for a while, and wait for his teacher or classmate to pick him up. This will take up some of his usual mealtime, so I wanted to ask you first."

Gojo Satoru acted almost without hesitation.

"I'm fine."

He said, "Bring it if you want."

This sentence is true.

If Sumi Kichikawa wants to take care of that wounded person, then she should.

As long as it's not dangerous.

As long as it's not something from the world of sorcery.

As long as this person doesn't drag Sumi Kichikawa into a deeper abnormality.

Gojo wouldn't stop him.

In some ways, he even liked Sumi Kichikawa quite a bit.

Gentle, firm, and able to truly see the pain in others.

Like those precious and tender things in the ordinary world.