Sherlock was honestly speechless. Having to take academic classes at Jujutsu High was something he had never expected.
What Sherlock expected even less was that the fucking academic curriculum at Jujutsu High included a foreign language, and that goddamn foreign language was English, which had already been his absolute nemesis before he transmigrated!
Seriously, in Sherlock's eyes, English was barely any different from meaningless scribbles. Was this shit something a human being could actually learn?
Those goddamn past and present tenses already gave Sherlock a massive headache, but this shit also had the fucking past continuous and the goddamn future in the past!
Was this shit something a human being could actually learn?
The goddamn tenses alone had somehow been divided into sixteen kinds, and Sherlock couldn't even fucking understand how those sixteen categories worked!
Come on, you bastard who invented English, fucking explain to me what the hell the future continuous in the past is supposed to mean!
The past could have a future? And most importantly, it could fucking be continuous?
Was this shit something a human being could actually learn?
Even more absurdly, that Dickhead Cat could open his mouth and rattle off fluent, standard English in a proper old London, Union Jack accent!
Wait, was that right?
Even if the Gojo Clan was a noble family with a long history, a genuine old-money family... fine, there really wasn't anything wrong with that. Aside from that Dickhead Cat not acting remotely like old money, it was pretty normal for your Teacher Gojo to have a proper Union Jack accent.
While master and disciple turned all of Jujutsu High upside down over those goddamn academic exams, time gradually advanced to late October, and Jujutsu High officially reached the end of the term.
In other words, the final exams