"Satoru, if you don't want your mouth, donate it to someone who needs one," Shoko Ieiri told her friend with absolute sincerity.
"Why are you taking his side too, Shoko?" Satoru Gojo made it clear he was angry and wouldn't recover without some coaxing. "This guy's obviously suspicious. Only scrubs would miss it and not react."
The scrub jujutsu sorcerers: their fists were clenching. Hard.
Shoko Ieiri rolled her eyes and elbowed Satoru Gojo. Perhaps anyone with the "Six Eyes" would misunderstand; ordinary jujutsu sorcerers, on the other hand, had a harder time seeing the truth. "But couldn't you watch how you phrase things?"
The doctor with dark circles beneath her eyes shook her head. "Keep this up, and they'll gang up on you."
Just look at those people over there. Their murderous intent was practically taking physical form.
"It's fine." Satoru Gojo struck a pose. "I'm the strongest, after all."
...Let's just kill him.
"...If you don't want to see me, you can leave." An Xinyi was probably aware of the problem too. Even though Satoru Gojo's words were practically begging for a beating, An Xinyi wasn't angry. After so many loops, there had been plenty of nasty remarks. Taking issue with every single one would never end.
"I have to go to work now. Make yourself at home."
With that, An Xinyi walked around Satoru Gojo, returned to the bedroom, and put on a uniform.
"Hey, hey, aren't you even a little curious? You can see cursed spirits, right? Why do you have a special grade cursed womb inside you... Huh?" Satoru Gojo had no intention of letting An Xinyi off and eagerly followed, only to find An Xinyi changing into a uniform. "You're a cop?"
Satoru Gojo at least recognized the uniform. He leaned closer, looking it