12:40
It was already lunchtime, and most students had gone to eat.
He pulled open the door to the rooftop. A tall, mature-looking woman came into view. Looking at Chabashira Sae's back, he couldn't help but marvel.
She's lost patience already? It's only the second day, and she's already called me over.
That's right. The one who had come up to the rooftop was Gojo Satoru. He'd just woken up in his dorm when he saw the message from Chabashira Sae asking to talk.
He was half an hour late, but judging by the pile of extinguished cigarette butts at her feet, she'd been waiting all this time.
Chabashira-sensei is really determined to get her class into Class A. But she doesn't seem to know why the chairman invited me here. Otherwise, she wouldn't have asked to talk to me again.
"Teacher, what did you want to see me about? Is this punishment for skipping class?"
He walked over to Chabashira. Though he knew why she'd called him over, he still chose to play dumb.
"How much do you know about this school?"
After taking one last drag, Chabashira Sae looked at the boy before her, who, apart from his age, had nothing about him that fit the image of a high school student, and asked outright.
At that, Gojo walked to the edge of the safety fence and looked down at the bustling crowd. Resting his hands on the fence, he gave a vague answer.
"Who knows? Maybe everything."
"If someone else said that, I'd probably think they were talking nonsense. But if it's you..."
Chabashira paused, then continued.
"Maybe you really do know everything.
So, how about making a deal with me?"
Watching Chabashira-sensei get straight to the point, Gojo couldn't help but laugh.
"Sure. Let's hear it. If it sounds interesting, I'll accept."
"I want you to raise your class to Class A within the next three years. It's fine if you can't keep it there until graduation; you just need to get promoted to Class A at some point during that time.
How does that sound? Pretty simple, right? You know the rules by now: only students who graduate from Class A get the privilege of guaranteed employment or further education. It's a win-win for both of us.
And I'll help you as much as I can within the school."
"Hahaha!"
Gojo couldn't help bursting out laughing.
Watching Gojo laugh at her, Chabashira looked puzzled.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Sorry, sorry. I just thought of something funny.
Ahem. Back to the point. Don't you think your proposal is a bit of a pipe dream?
To begin with, as a teacher, the help you can actually offer is negligible. And I don't need your help anyway. With the points I have now, I can live like an emperor at this school. On top of that, my points will keep increasing. My shops earn more than I spend.
And then there are the privileges after graduation. Do you really think I need those?
You already know I have assets worth hundreds of billions of dollars. Further education is even more irrelevant. Why would I need to study when I have that much money?
If I really wanted to study, I wouldn't just go on to higher education—I could build a school of my own."
Hearing Gojo's outrageous but entirely practical argument, Chabashira understood that he was simply beyond her control.
Just the 20 Million Private Points alone would be enough to overturn one expulsion penalty. And the fact that he'd been invited to enroll in the first place made it clear that, unless he did something truly heinous, she couldn't make things difficult for him under normal circumstances.
He must know about his special circumstances, too. That was why he acted so arrogantly, as if he wouldn't care what she—or even the chairman—thought.
Chabashira took a deep breath and asked bluntly,
"Then what will it take for you to lead the class to the top? Just tell me what you want!"
If there'd been no room for negotiation, he would've left already instead of explaining his position. Since there was still a chance, she couldn't give up!
This time, Gojo didn't answer. Instead, he looked Chabashira up and down.
She had a voluptuous figure, and her delicate face was paired with a pair of lifeless eyes devoid of emotion. Her beautiful hair was tied into a high black ponytail. She was the very image of a cool, icy boss.
Though he wore a blindfold, Chabashira could still tell that he was studying her body.
She scoffed.
"So you're still just a brat after all? No matter how capable you are, you can't resist a woman's charms.
But I don't mind! If you can lead the class to Class A, everything I have is yours, including my body."
She knew she wasn't a saint, and this was why she'd come to the school in the first place. There was no reason to refuse.
But! If she simply agreed to this, she'd lose the upper hand.
"I refuse!"
Seeing Chabashira's shocked expression, he continued,
"My favorite thing is telling people who think they're so high and mighty 'no'! You're asking me for help, yet you're acting all arrogant.
You came to me because you believe in my abilities. That makes me happy, but I really don't like that attitude of yours!"
After finishing calmly, he headed for the exit.
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"Wait! Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it!"
Chabashira cried out, panic beginning to set in. Everything had been going so smoothly, and now this had happened.
If she couldn't work with him, there was no way the class could rise through the ranks, no matter how hard Ayanokoji Kiyotaka and Koenji Rokusuke tried.
With his huge stash of Private Points, Gojo simply didn't care whether the class gained or lost Class Points. His skipping class recklessly couldn't be used as grounds for expulsion, but it could cost the class a massive number of points.
Forget getting into Class A—even whether the students would receive their monthly income would become a problem.
Even the later Special Exams, where students voted to choose who would be expelled, posed no threat to him. He already had four expulsion immunity passes. There was no way to look at him through the eyes of an ordinary person. (20 Million Private Points could cancel out one expulsion. He already had 90 million, almost 100 million. I won't go into the exact amount later and will just give a rough figure. If anyone wants to know, I can write it out.)
Gojo flashed a wicked grin, turned around, and raised his right hand, holding up two fingers. His voice came out like a demon's whisper.
"I only have two modes: hungry, and horny!
And I'm already full."
Watching Chabashira leave with a hand over her mouth, Gojo sighed.
I could've gone straight to the finish line, but I'll pass on doing it where Brother Cheng fought. I respect the dead, after all.
As she walked, Chabashira still couldn't believe it. Something of that size belonged to a high school student who wasn't even an adult!
But it didn't matter anymore. As long as she could get the class into Class A, it was worth it.
Still, the thought of something like that entering her body someday brought a blush to her cheeks.
Can I really handle something that far beyond my imagination the first time?
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