At that, Miguel stopped in his tracks.
He thought for a moment, then turned toward the departing group and said gravely, "You go on ahead..."
"Mr. Miguel..." Nana said, looking worried.
"Don't worry. If Satoru Gojo really wanted to attack us, with his strength, we probably wouldn't even have a chance to get out of Jujutsu High's gates right now." Miguel shook his head slightly.
With that, he turned and walked toward Satoru Gojo alone.
Although he had already prepared himself mentally, when he actually faced Satoru Gojo again, he still couldn't help trembling a little inside.
He couldn't help it. The pressure that guy Satoru Gojo gave off was utterly absurd. Ever since fighting him, Miguel had seen Satoru Gojo in his nightmares every night.
If anyone asked him to hold Satoru Gojo off for over ten minutes with nothing but a lousy rope again, he wouldn't do it even if they beat him to death.
Hold Satoru Gojo off? What a joke. That was absolutely impossible.
He swallowed, but still stepped up in front of Satoru Gojo.
"Mr. Gojo... did you need something?"
"Come on, Mr. Miguel, don't look so stern-am I really that scary?"
Satoru Gojo stuck out his tongue, looking utterly flippant.
"Mr. Gojo, please just tell me what you need... You're scaring me, acting like that-"
"You're no fun..." Satoru Gojo waved a hand dismissively.
"Come with me... I need to ask you a favor."
Then he turned and walked slowly along the path toward the classroom.
Seeing this, Miguel followed Satoru Gojo toward the classroom.
Satoru Gojo stopped in front of an empty classroom, opened the door, and extended a hand in a polite gesture inviting him inside.
"Please, come in..."
At this point, Miguel no longer hesitated. He had already come this far,