Satoru Gojo turned off the video function, gave up on teasing the moronic AI, instead began attacking his human contemporary.
The tall, white-haired young man suddenly stood up, snatched the folder from Suguru Geto's hands, slammed it onto the desk, his tone as plaintive as a female protagonist who had just suffered a heartbreak.
“Say something, you two!"
Nobara Iori looked at the white head before her and closed her eyes. She casually grabbed a textbook from the desk, shoved it into Satoru Gojo's face, answered with a deep breath:
“I'm not sure. I only know that if you don't start reviewing now, you'll fail at least half of the makeup exams arranged by Mr. Suzuo.”
The book slid off his face, separated by Limitless. Satoru Gojo caught it and flipped through it casually, his eyes widening in disbelief:
No way, are you guys actually preparing for an exam?
Suguru Geto twirled his pen, with a faint layer of dark circles under his eyes.
He pushed Satoru Gojo's arm aside and pulled out the exam folder that had been pressed underneath.
Because the workload had decreased significantly, many academic subjects had been added before the end of the last semester, everyone's academic performance was actually quite good.
But the CEO seemed to have some obsession with academic credentials; he truly wanted to go to great lengths to help them get into university, taking time out of his busy schedule to look over several exam papers.
Thus, as soon as the students returned from the Maldives islands, Kobe Suzuo arranged a supplementary exam for all the students, citing that the difficulty level of the questions was lower than the requirements of ordinary high schools.
Suguru Geto spoke in a dejected tone, possessing a certain beauty that came from being overwhelmed by knowledge:
Otherwise, what else? Mr. Suzuo went through so much trouble to apply for the enrollment eligibility for Jujutsu High; we can't just let his hard work go to waste, can we?
Nobara Iori's dark circles grew even thicker: "Otherwise? If you must say, I could barely be considered a medical student."
Medical students are like that.
Suguru Geto looked at his study hours and credits, feeling slightly lightheaded; heaven knows how long it had been since he last calculated such things.
Or rather, from the moment he chose to enroll in Jujutsu High, he had already completely diverged from the life path of an ordinary person.
Normally speaking, worrying about studies was something they, as Jujutsu Sorcerers, were already far removed from.
Satoru Gojo's smart glasses were about to slip off his face, his expression filled with disbelief. "It's fake, right? We are Jujutsu Sorcerers!"
What Jujutsu Sorcerer would go through all that trouble and effort to take university entrance exams? That's not what Masamichi Yaga said when he invited him to Jujutsu High!
Satoru Gojo looked at the neatly bound folder on the table, feeling that, for once, the direction of things had exceeded his expectations and felt utterly surreal.
And even if we get into university, will we really have the chance to go?
Kobe Suzuo listed all the universities that accepted transfers from Tokyo Jujutsu High, bundled all the credit requirements and recruitment details, sent them to Masamichi Yaga.
Masamichi Yaga organized these materials again and sent them out to the students of all grades currently in school.
Satoru Gojo only glanced at his copy when it was first distributed, after that, it remained on the table, untouched.
Suguru Geto's hand paused mid-page-turn, he stared blankly at the mission list beside him.
“Why not?”
Nobara Iori spoke, her tone cold yet clear.
She instinctively reached for a cigarette, but her fingers paused when they touched the pocket containing lollipops; she simply pulled out the entire pack and handed one to each person.
There are no missions right now, someone is keeping the Elders in check, so the Kobe Family can guarantee that we can enjoy our college life to our heart's content.
Nobara Iori peeled off the candy wrapper. "So why not?"
If there were a chance to choose, who would choose to become a Jujutsu Sorcerer?
Suguru Geto flipped a page in the folder; the next page was Satoru Gojo's physics exam.
This folder contained all sorts of exam papers; among the excellent papers of former students from Jujutsu High, Satoru Gojo's science papers were the best.
Whether it was the influence of his Cursed Technique or the assistance of the Six Eyes, Satoru Gojo's talent in physics and mathematics was enough to make the teachers of all related subjects envious.
With these talents, when placed alongside titles like "Six Eyes Child" and "Strongest in the Jujutsu World," they seemed almost insignificant.
Suguru Geto put the lollipop in his pocket and lowered his eyes slightly. "Hmm, since Mr. Suzuo said it was okay, I want to try it too."
In fact, Suguru Geto wasn't sure what he wanted either; in this regard, both he and Satoru Gojo were inferior to Nobara Iori.
But just as Kobe Suzuo said, they are still young, with a long future ahead of them and plenty of time to learn and make mistakes.
“You guys are serious.”
Satoru Gojo had never imagined what he would be like if he weren't a Jujutsu Sorcerer.
There are so many different professions in the world, but there probably isn't any profession more suited to Satoru Gojo than being a Jujutsu Sorcerer.
Oh, right, perhaps he could be a gigolo or a host.
There was even a super wealthy, overbearing CEO (Kobe Suzuo) here who wanted to support him, meaning he wouldn't even have to go out and look for clients.
Satoru Gojo held up the lollipop; the weather was perfect at that moment, the sunlight shone on the candy wrapper, reflecting a beautiful iridescent light.
There was no teacher in the empty classroom, only three students and three desks.
Satoru Gojo sat back into his seat, sprawling out in a relaxed posture, his chair creaking as he leaned back:
Jujutsu Sorcerers.. Even if our daily lives as Jujutsu Sorcerers aren't exactly a kingly shonen manga, we could at least pass for a dark fantasy battle manga, right?
He opened the AI's video mode again.
What use is school to us?
[Answer: Gaining knowledge, developing a sound personality, paving the way for the future, there are many answers to this question..]
Satoru Gojo wanted to skip again; he had absolutely no interest in such a boring answer.
[ML: Perhaps, in the end, it will all be for nothing, even if you view this as Young Master Kobe's selfish desire to let you experience the life of an ordinary person, to give you the right to choose, to let you understand more about this world.]
[ML: But perhaps in the end, it will all be for nothing.]
[ML: Young Master Kobe dislikes preaching, as it makes him look old. His meaning was, Satoru, with me here, you can act as freely as you wish.]
Satoru Gojo suddenly bounced up from his chair with a "whoosh," nearly flipping the desk over.
Amidst the bewildered expressions of his two classmates, who both looked as if they were thinking, "This man has finally lost it," Satoru Gojo adjusted his sunglasses.
Suzuo! You're listening, right!
Finally, I understand what's going on with this unreliable AI!
That's too much, Suzuo, this is completely peeping at my ***, isn't it?
Satoru Gojo complained, yet an involuntary smile appeared on his face: "That's lewd, Suzuo."
Two lines of subtitles flashed rapidly across the Smart Glasses, which had been modified into sunglasses, appearing in a frantic manner.
[ML: Young Master said: Sorry, my apologies]
[ML: Satoru-kun, you cannot blame the Young Master for this. According to the User Agreement, 'The Main System has the right to view all conversations within the Sub-System,' and you have signed the User Agreement.]
Satoru Gojo was unreasonable: "I wasn't talking to you! Have Suzuo come and talk to me personally."
After the subtitles loaded for two seconds, the prefix changed again.
[Suzuo: Satoru, I'm sorry QAQ]
Author's Note:
The previous version was sent incorrectly..
Chapter 52: That Phone Call
Satoru Gojo couldn't help but imagine Kobe Suzuo, dressed in a suit and standing before the floor-to-ceiling window of an eighty-story skyscraper, agonizing over whether or not to press the letters [QAQ].
It would be quite a rarity for a domineering CEO, who is usually so composed, to send such pure, hand-typed emoticons.
This thing is basically out of reach for domineering CEOs, but it's not too surprising that Kobe Suzuo uses it.
After all, Kobe Suzuo was a certified closeted pervert.
Satoru Gojo paced around the classroom with great interest, peeking and prodding around as he leaned over the windowsill to look everywhere.
How terrifying.
Nobara Iori silently moved her desk away, her disdain plain to see: "A pantomime without props? Since when did Satoru Gojo evolve to this level?"
Satoru Gojo's "AI Assistant" was a "neutered" version of Merlin that Kobe Suzuo had installed for him not long ago.
Aside from the lack of a personality module, the information retrieval and other related functions were quite complete; it could be described as Merlin Mark II.
But for Satoru Gojo, the speed at which the device displayed information after searching was far less convenient and efficient than the Six Eyes, making it of little use.
The despised "Strongest Human AI," Merlin, was incredibly indignant, with her code declaring, "My AI value is worth tens of millions of dollars per second," refusing to become a toy to coax little white flowers.
Unfortunately, Kobe Suzuo was a love-brain CEO, ruthlessly suppressing Merlin's resistance.
After Satoru Gojo expressed interest, he rushed to custom-order a new pair of smart glasses, which he gave away as casually as if he were giving away a car or a house before leaving.
Merlin: Fine, fine, fine. Now that's what I call spending a fortune just to win a beauty's smile.
It would have been even better if the money spent wasn't on its second machine.
Kobe Suzuo did not make a big deal out of this, while Satoru Gojo was so used to being treated specially that he forgot to show off his "Smart Glasses (Special Custom Edition)."
So at this moment, Satoru Gojo's sudden change in mood and strange behavior were incomprehensible to anyone, they all moved their tables further away.
Leaning back against her chair, Nobara Iori—who was finding it impossible to study due to the noise, who, in reality, had never been much of a student to begin with—watched Satoru Gojo looking around aimlessly and let out a sigh of exasperation.
I often feel out of place among you all because I am not quite perverted enough.
Suguru Geto gasped, reflexively denying it with a grimace.
Oh, you can't say that; you should say 'them'.
Suguru Geto gestured with his hands, "There is naturally no comparison between us, the random extras, the CEO's precious darling."
Nobara Iori's eyebrows twitched. "What the hell is a 'pampered husband'?"
Suguru Geto cast a lively glance toward Satoru Gojo by the bed and lowered his voice, "Better than a little darling wife, right?"
Nobara Iori looked up at Satoru Gojo, who was speaking in such a whiny manner, let out an exaggerated "hiss" of disapproval, nodded:
Indeed, I always feel that once those words are associated with Satoru, things become very unpleasant.
Suguru Geto nodded, "Exactly."