Qingxiao had just returned to his dorm room and had yet to settle the warmth in his heart when someone knocked on his door, neither too hard nor too softly.
He reached out and opened the door. Satoru Gojo stood outside with one hand in his pocket, looking unusually serious.
Before Qingxiao could speak, Satoru Gojo walked straight into the room, closed the door behind him, and got right to the point. "I came to talk to you about Geto."
Understanding dawned in Qingxiao's heart. He leaned sideways against the desk and waited for him to continue.
"Geto's been really off ever since that mission at Third Middle School ended."
Satoru Gojo's tone grew a little heavier.
"I've gone to see him several times these past few days. No matter how I tease him or press him, he won't say a word about what's on his mind.
"He won't talk, and I'm out of ideas, so I could only come ask you."
Qingxiao fell silent for a moment. Every detail of that mission surfaced in his mind, those oppressive, heavy scenes appearing one after another.
He began slowly, his voice calm yet carrying undeniable weight, and recounted the whole story in detail.
After hearing all the reasons, the room remained quiet for a long time.
Satoru Gojo sighed softly, his tone somewhat helpless.
"No wonder he's been so quiet every day, choosing to bury himself in missions rather than return to Jujutsu High.
"Those ideals and principles of his are what Geto values most."
He looked up at Qingxiao and said frankly, "I'm on your side on this one. Well done!"
"By the way, I just took a low-level mission at a reservoir in the neighboring county. It's incredibly easy. We can knock it out without any trouble.
"Once we're