Zhiyan sat behind the desk, the file in his hands already turned to its last page.
Four people sat before him.
Zhiyan swept his gaze across their faces.
"So-"
He rested both hands on the desk, interlacing his fingers and lightly rubbing one thumb over the other.
"Have you all made up your minds?"
Suguru Geto smiled.
"Yeah, we have."
"Satoru and I-"
He turned his head and glanced at Satoru Gojo beside him.
"Have decided to stay on at Jujutsu High as teachers."
Zhiyan's gaze shifted from Suguru Geto's face to Satoru Gojo's.
"Yeah, yeah. Didn't I tell you ages ago?"
Satoru Gojo spoke with complete confidence.
"Look, haven't I done a great job teaching little Megumi?"
At those words, the study fell silent.
Megumi wasn't there, but everyone present had heard his opinion of Satoru Gojo, and more than once.
Those comments all boiled down to one thing-this man was like a kid who never grew up. Far too childish.
Zhiyan stared at Satoru Gojo's smug face, his tone growing earnest.
"Satoru."
"You need to take your responsibilities as a teacher seriously."
He looked Satoru Gojo in the eyes.
"Don't lose interest after five minutes like you used to."
Satoru Gojo waved a hand dismissively.
"I know, I know."
Wana couldn't stand watching any longer and landed an elbow squarely in Satoru Gojo's side.
A short, muffled "Oof-" escaped Satoru Gojo's mouth.
"Zhiyan-"
Wana addressed her brother.
"I can't really help with the clan's affairs."
Ever since Zhiyan took over as clan head two years ago, the Zenin Clan's affairs had remained firmly under his control. She had once tried looking through those tangled matters involving the interests of every branch of the family, all requiring careful balancing and negotiation. Before she'd gotten very far, her head had