What a Coincidence, My Phone Just Ran Out of Battery

Yamagami Sawano was utterly despairing. After that earth-shaking Meteor Jam came all sorts of flashy beatdowns—four straight goals scored on him, and he couldn't even see the other player, let alone the ball.

Looking at Yamagami Sawano standing there like life had left him, Gojo Satoru no longer felt any joy either. Instead of breaking through again, he took a jump shot from midcourt.

The basketball arced in a beautiful parabola, swishing cleanly through the net.

At this, most of the spectators outside the court sighed in amazement.

This wasn't just a challenge match—it was like taking a dump on someone's head and then asking them for toilet paper!

Those five flashy goals were like a performance. If Yamagami Sawano hadn't been so tall, you might have forgotten there was anyone else on the court besides Gojo Satoru.

Kawashima ignored the catatonic Yamagami Sawano, walked excitedly up to Gojo Satoru, and bowed straight from the waist.

"Please, you have to join my team. I need talent like yours!"

Hearing this flattery, Gojo Satoru was a little speechless.

'So you're lumping me in with Wolong and Fengchu too, huh?'

"No way. I don't think much of you. Hurry up and transfer the points—I'm leaving."

He couldn't be bothered to drag this out. There were still plenty of clubs waiting for his friendly visit.

"But—"

Seeing the other guy about to say more, Gojo Satoru cut him off.

"I said I don't think much of you. That's enough. I don't have the patience to listen to anything else."

Kawashima had no choice but to accept it.

"Fine. Since you don't think much of my team, I won't force it."

With that, he transferred all the points to Kamuro Masumi's terminal, while forcing himself to be comforted internally.

'Ah, whatever. Strong doesn't always mean a good fit. Even if he joined with that attitude, he wouldn't go far anyway.'

"How much do you actually know about this school?"

Staring at the staggering number on her phone—

9072960

—Kamuro Masumi broke the silence again.

After the basketball club, they'd gone to the tennis club, and once again used overwhelming ability to take 3 million Private Points.

On the way back, nearly at the dormitory, Kamuro Masumi found herself more and more unable to read the young man before her.

He was the same age as her, yet possessed physical abilities and skills that defied common sense. His grasp of the school rules also showed a level of thinking beyond his years, and he always wore that look of having everything under control.

"Secret."

He turned around, placing his right index finger to his lips as he answered softly.

Looking at the beautiful girl before him, he was silent for a moment before speaking again.

"Transfer 8 million points over. Keep the rest as a tip for keeping me company today."

"A 1 million tip!? Are you out of your mind?!"

Though her heart was racing, Kamuro still snapped back. Who in the world paid a 1 million daily tip? She'd never realized it was this easy to make money. The exhaustion of the day was instantly forgotten.

"I'm serious. Transfer the points and head back to the dorm. I'm going to walk around a bit more."

It was only seven in the evening. He'd just eaten and didn't know what to do back in the room, so he might as well go out.

"If you're not going back to the dorm, why did you walk all the way to the entrance!?"

Kamuro said as she made the transfer.

"To walk you back."

Gojo Satoru said flatly.

"Huh!? You! What are you suddenly saying?! Are you making fun of me?! You're trying to make fun of me, aren't you?!"

Looking up at the tall Gojo Satoru in the moonlight, Kamuro was caught off guard by the sudden concern, her face flushing red as she fumbled for words.

But Gojo Satoru still replied calmly.

"No, I'm serious. Also, watch your diet from now on. Eating two servings of premium beef set meal in one day as a girl—you'll get fat."

"I won't get fat! You're the one who's fat! Your whole family's fat!"

The initial flutter was completely buried under anger.

Watching her storm angrily into the dorm, he chuckled inwardly.

'That's my wife for you. Even when she's mad, she's adorable.'

Back in her dorm room, lying on the bed, Kamuro Masumi felt completely exhausted. Replaying the day's events in her mind, everything felt so off.

She pinched the flesh at her waist, then looked at the Private Points displayed on her phone, letting out a sigh.

"Not a bastard, but a strange one, for sure."

The next morning.

With about twenty minutes left until class, the classroom was already nearly full.

The front door slammed open, and a silver-haired boy wearing a blindfold hopped in, shouting:

"Good morning, everyone!"

Having already seen this greeting style yesterday, the class was somewhat immune. Most of them glanced over, but no one responded.

Gojo Satoru couldn't be bothered to care. He pulled the door shut and walked to his seat—the very last one in the first row, closest to the back door, a prime spot for skipping class.

"Good morning, Gojo-kun. My name is Kushida Kikyo. It was unfortunate that you only arrived after I finished my self-introduction yesterday."

"And your greeting style is still just as unique as ever."

As soon as he sat down, Kushida Kikyo walked over with a smile.

"You came really late yesterday, Gojo-kun, and you didn't even attend the entrance ceremony, right? I didn't see you anywhere. I was hoping to get your contact info."

Hearing her overly familiar tone, Gojo Satoru felt nothing but exasperation.

Why come bother me? Isn't it more fun to go play with your Horikita Suzune? That's your mom, you know. Leaving your mother behind to run around making friends everywhere.

"I was too tired, so I went back to the dorm to sleep."

He kept his reply short, hoping she'd take the hint.

"Eh? Is that so? Well, you really should rest properly then.

Hey, want to exchange contact info?"

She even pulled out her phone as she spoke.

Girl, do you really have to do this? Or is making friends with a weirdo supposed to boost your oh-so-obvious angelic persona?

"Sorry, but my phone just happened to run out of battery."

He pulled out his phone, lit up the screen, and then turned it off completely.

"See? It's dead."

He answered with a full smile.

Seeing this, even Kushida, the little angel who could win an Oscar, struggled to keep her smile intact.

But after freezing for two seconds, the little angel recomposed herself and spoke with a smile:

"Gojo-kun, I'm sorry for bothering you. But I won't give up. I plan to become friends with every student in this school."

With that, she returned to her seat.

But at that moment, Ike Kanji, who had been watching the whole thing, couldn't hold it in any longer. His dream goddess was being treated like this!

"Hey! You blindfolded freak! Kushida-san was being so nice to you, and you're blowing her off? I saw you turn your phone off yourself, and you said it was dead!

Or is it that you know you're a freak and don't want to taint Kushida-san?"

Relying on the fact that the classroom had surveillance cameras, Ike Kanji pointed at Gojo Satoru and started yelling.

Even though he was only 160 centimeters tall, facing Gojo, who was a head taller, he showed no fear. He didn't believe Gojo would dare to throw a punch in this situation, and Kushida was sure to think highly of his brave display!

"Eh?! No, it was me—"

Kushida stepped forward to explain and show off her little angel traits, but was cut off by an icy voice.

"If you want to end up with a bandage like that redhead over there, say that again."

The cold words slipped from Gojo Satoru's mouth, and the noisy classroom instantly fell silent.

A chill lingered around everyone. They stared at Gojo's expressionless face and saw the boy in a new light.

Ike Kanji swallowed hard, dazedly looking at the quiet class, then at Sudo Ken, whose right hand was wrapped in bandages. He had no idea what to do.

Unless he was an idiot, anyone would understand from that sentence that Sudo's injury was his doing! Such an embarrassing fact was brought up publicly, and the guy himself didn't dare to speak.

A guy who looked like trouble from the start was being humiliated and just played the turtle. No one could imagine what he'd been through.

Standing there at a loss, he didn't dare to retort now. With his goddess watching, he couldn't save face either.

The ever-kind Hirata finally couldn't stand it and broke the silence.

"Everyone, calm down! Class is about to start. Ike-kun probably just got a little hot-headed and said something careless. Gojo-kun, please understand.

Ike-kun, you should apologize to Gojo-kun."

Seeing the class's popular nice guy Hirata give him an out, Ike Kanji was about to speak when he was enveloped by an even more bone-chilling cold.

"Who do you think you are? You say it's so, so it is? If your head gets that hot, go put some ice on it!"

The cold voice rang out again, showing no respect, shooting back without hesitation.

For someone as indecisive as Hirata, Gojo didn't exactly hate him, but he couldn't like him either. Because his inaction led to a friend's suicide, he felt guilty and started trying to help everyone around him—locking the barn door after the horse was gone!

After saying that, just as Chabashira Sae entered through the front door, he left through the back.

"Anyway, this month's class points are gonna hit zero whether we attend class or not, and the atmosphere in the room is crap, so there's no point staying in the classroom. I'll just skip a few days and have some fun!"

"That Ike Kanji guy's gonna get expelled in next month's midterms anyway, no need to drag this out."

When the bell rang, the students in the class finally snapped back to reality—it was already class time. Chabashira Sae, as if nothing had happened, started lecturing on her own.

Watching Gojo Satoru leave, Ike Kanji let out a sigh of relief and sat down. The events just now had left his back damp with cold sweat.

Hirata sat in his seat, unable to calm down for a long time. He didn't want bullying to happen again and thought he'd definitely have to talk to Gojo about it later.

If Gojo Satoru knew about this idea, he'd definitely say, "Why bother targeting a guy like that? Later on, just intercept Ayanokoji's test papers and a whole bunch of them will be done for."

"Ehh!! Go—Gojo-kun left again. I didn't get to thank him today either! Keep it up, Airi! You can do this. Tomorrow, I'll definitely make sure to thank him."

Sakura Airi, who had been lying on her desk, suddenly sat up straight, as if she had made up her mind about something!