“Those rotten oranges don’t know what kind of guy they are going to send down this time,” in the empty classroom, a white-haired, handsome face wearing sunglasses said very dissatisfiedly to his companions about the news he had just received from his family over the weekend.
Sunlight hit his face through the window, making his skin appear even more fair and smooth like jade. The reflection of the light faintly revealed a splash of brilliant blue behind the sunglasses.
Ieiri Shoko was clearly a bit curious about this news, “Is it a new teacher? Also, the name rotten oranges is pretty good.”
She knew that although the other party looked like a delinquent, this white-haired boy was a genuine genius. Gojo Satoru, the Six Eyes child of the Gojo family, one of the three major families in the Jujutsu world, was a figure who broke the balance all by himself. In their year, including Ieiri Shoko herself, there were only three people in total. In fact, there were not many Jujutsu sorcerers in each year of the High School, generally only around three to five.
The last one, Geto Suguru, who had black hair tied in a hair bun and a strange strand of bangs hanging over his forehead, was the one among the three who knew the least about the higher-ups. Although he had already experienced a year of it, he did not have any particularly big feelings.
Hearing their words, he asked curiously, “What does rotten oranges mean?”
“Rotten oranges are just rotten oranges,” Gojo Satoru held both hands behind his head, not showing the slightest bit of respect for the class bell that had already rung, “To put it simply, it means beyond saving.”
Ieiri Shoko nodded in agreement, “I agree with this point.”
Geto Suguru could not help but begin to doubt his future immediate supervisor as well, and by association, even implicated that new teacher who was said to be sent by the upper management, “Then this new teacher…”
“Heh, I want to see what kind of monster he is.”
Geto Suguru carried the basic respect that a good student had for a teacher, “Satoru, watch your phrasing.”
“What is wrong with my phrasing?” Gojo Satoru said impatiently, “You do not really have to manage everything, do you?”
At this moment, Yaga Masamichi walked in. He was wearing black clothes and had a sturdy build.
“Students, today we are going to welcome a new teacher,” Yaga Masamichi stood in front of the podium.
“I knew it long ago, teacher’s news seems even slower than mine,” Gojo Satoru said in a punchable manner.
“Sit down properly for me!”
Yaga Masamichi endured the urge to punch him, his expression looking slightly complex as he looked outside the door, “Teacher Hanyu, please come in.”
Regarding this newly arrived teacher, Yaga Masamichi’s mood was very complex. On one hand, he was a person sent down by the upper management, which made it hard for him not to indulge in conspiracy theories. But on the other hand, this new teacher had a very good temper, completely lacking the arrogance of those people in the upper management, appearing just like an ordinary person teacher. This left Yaga Masamichi not knowing what kind of attitude to use when facing him.
As his voice fell, a blue-haired man walked in, holding a few books and a glass tea cup.
He looked very good-looking, even with most of his face covered by black-framed glasses, one could still see his delicate facial features and handsome face. His skin was cold white, not showing a hint of effeminacy at all.
Unlike the uniform black attire of the others, perhaps because he was a new teacher, Teacher Hanyu wore his own private clothes. A black coat on the outside, paired with a beige high-neck sweater inside. Because the winter was cold, he also wore a light orange scarf. His entire body carried a faint coldness, giving people a strange sense of beauty. Hanging around his neck was a mysterious black stone, tied by a black string, hanging down naturally and heavily.
Hanyu walked up to the podium, unhurriedly placing the things in his hand neatly on the podium desk, and then introduced himself, “I am Hanyu Gen, your new general subjects teacher. Very pleased to meet everyone, I hope we can offer each other guidance in the days ahead.”
A middle-of-the-road self-introduction.
Gojo Satoru felt that this person was a bit different from what he had imagined, feeling somewhat disappointed. So, treating this person as if he did not exist, he continued to argue with Geto Suguru over the argument they had not finished earlier, “Are you alright, are you a male mom? Too lame, Suguru.”
Geto Suguru’s fist hardened, and no longer caring about Hanyu Gen on the podium, he smiled fake-ly, “Satoru, do you want to go outside and have a fight? I will accompany you anytime.”
Although they were arguing, no one could say for sure whether this was a tacit understanding they derived in order to skip class. Anyway, no matter what, as long as Hanyu Gen did not speak, this class, they were bound to skip it!
Hanyu Gen frowned slightly as he looked at the noisy students below. He still wanted to be a good teacher. This was the first class, and if he really let more than half the students run away, it would not be good.
He was far too experienced in dealing with unruly kids. After thinking for a moment, Hanyu Gen softened his voice, “Little children, stop making noise, attend class obediently, okay?”
Ieiri Shoko: “…”
Geto Suguru: “…”
Gojo Satoru: “…Blegh.”
Facing the astonished gazes of the three students, Hanyu Gen remained calm and composed, “So good, everyone is a good child.”
Whether it is a black cat or a white cat, the one that can catch mice is a good cat.
Ieiri Shoko suddenly let out a pfft smile, then immediately lowered her head, her eyes carrying a faint smile. She realized that this teacher might be a bit different from what she had imagined. In the days ahead, perhaps there would be some fun.
Gojo Satoru thought he understood the sinister intentions of the higher-ups. Was this kind of kindergarten teacher teaching method really not meant to intentionally disgust them? In order to break that fake mask, Gojo Satoru said, “The Six Eyes tell me that you are just an ordinary person.”
Hanyu Gen on the stage nodded, “Mm, yes. Although I can see cursed spirits, I have almost no cursed energy.”
A person like this would generally go to become an auxiliary manager, yet he came to be a teacher instead.
This was a first at the High School.
“Then what qualifications do you have to teach us?”
Geto Suguru spoke up like a peacemaker to persuade him, “Satoru, be a bit more respectful to your elders. Even weaklings have their own way of survival, right?”
Two trouble-makers.
Hanyu Gen judged in his mind.
This second-year class had only three students. Hanyu Gen, who considered himself very responsible, had naturally looked at their information long ago. He had to admit that all three people in this class had unique advantages: Ieiri Shoko, the owner of healing-type Reverse Cursed Technique, Geto Suguru, the Cursed Spirit Manipulation user, and Gojo Satoru, the Six Eyes child.
However, back then the information said that only Gojo Satoru’s personality was more “lively”, while the other two people had very good personalities.
The only girl, Ieiri Shoko, had not opened her mouth yet, making it hard to judge.
But that Geto Suguru, Hanyu Gen was not so sure earlier, but now he dared to guarantee with all the oddballs he had seen that the other party was definitely not someone with a good personality. Even the arrogance in his bones might not be inferior to Gojo Satoru, who came from a major family.
Forget it, if the other party was willing to pretend to be a good child, let him pretend, why should he care so much? He only intended to be an extraordinarily ordinary high school teacher.
Hanyu Gen pushed up his glasses and said calmly, “General subjects are the classes that normal students should take in high school. For example, mathematics, national language, English, physics, chemistry… even psychology classes are all uniformly managed by me. So they are called general subjects.”
To tell the truth, he also felt it was a bit ridiculous that a High School did not even have a single normal subject. Did they want to cultivate a group of illiterate people who only knew how to eliminate cursed spirits? But… Hanyu Gen thought about the faces of those people and felt that they really might think that way. After all, only foolishness makes people easy to control.
These words clearly made the other two people, apart from Geto Suguru who did not know much about the High School, reveal surprised expressions.
Gojo Satoru mocked, “That group of rotten oranges can actually remember this kind of thing? Isn’t it just a random excuse they found to stuff you in here?”
In a certain sense, it was indeed so.
Despite knowing some inside story, Hanyu Gen did not feel guilty at all, calmly replying to the other party’s doubt, “I do not know what the superiors think either, but I will do well what I ought to do.”
Gojo Satoru curled the corners of his mouth, raising his hand, “Teacher, those glasses of yours are non-prescription glasses, right? Since there is nothing wrong with your eyes, why wear glasses?”
Why would finding fault need a reason? He just wanted to find fault.
What no one expected was that Hanyu Gen directly took off his glasses. Behind the glasses that could slightly block the vision was a pair of golden eyes.
That kind of golden color was translucent, clear and dazzling, a striking stunningness that reached straight to people’s hearts. Unlike dead gold, these eyes were more like taking all the light and mist of the seaside sunrise into the eyes, only then rendering such a brilliant color.
The three students staring closely at him froze at the same time.
Hanyu Gen wiped his glasses and put them back on, then explained, “This pair of glasses is only to block the vision a bit, so everyone does not stare at my eyes.”
This disguise method was something he learned from a little kid. A simple black-framed pair of glasses could cover up most facial features, even making acquaintances unable to recognize him. It was indeed somewhat magical.
Gojo Satoru puffed his cheeks slightly with some dissatisfaction, temporarily unable to think of any way to make trouble.
Geto Suguru was the one smoothing things over again, “Teacher, I remember your class time today was not long.”
In fact, because it was the first class, Teacher Yaga only seemed to have left him ten minutes of time. Now it was almost up.
Hanyu Gen smiled with ease, patted the three books he had brought over, and handed them down one by one.
“These three books are the English words you need to memorize next. Other subjects need more understanding, but English mostly only needs memorization. Next English class, I will randomly dictate ten words from the first thirty words, counting towards the final grade.”
Ieiri Shoko had never personally experienced such a normal classroom before, novelly flipping open the book and looking at the words inside. She did not reject memorizing words, but instead, because she rarely experienced it, she was even rarely eager to try.
Geto Suguru was originally a normal student, only brought to the High School temporarily after his Jujutsu sorcerer talent was discovered. So he was no stranger to memorizing words and behaved very adeptly.
Gojo Satoru was different. He did not even flip it open to take a look, pushing the book straight outward, his disgust beyond expression. It was as if what he gave was not an English book, but some kind of poison.
Hanyu Gen did not make any indication, only turning his head to look at the three students as he walked to the door holding his tea cup, the corners of his mouth slightly curling up.
“By the way, failing the final grade means repeating the year. I hope I will not see you in the classroom of the next batch of students.”
Repeating the year?
Gojo Satoru was angered into a laugh. From birth until now, he had never heard such a threat.
He unilaterally decided that he was going to butt heads with this new teacher!