The man's mind raced like a thousand wild horses galloping through his chest.
"Well… you've violated the social rules, so I'm sending you to jail for ten years," Gojo Satoru said casually, as if this were the most mundane thing in the world.
The man's eyelids twitched frantically.
"H-hey! Wait, there's no need for that! I still have my pants! Why should I be locked up for ten years?"
"As I said, don't worry about it," Gojo replied, pouting slightly.
With a faint flourish, he lifted the bracelet that cuffed the man's hands, as though he could actually send him flying straight to jail.
Just then, a familiar voice called out:
"Gojo-sensei! What are you doing here?"
Chihiro walked through the crowd, her expression a mix of puzzlement and exasperation.
Gojo sneered, glancing at the boy still squirming under his grip.
The black aura in the boy's eyes seemed to scream: Aren't you supposed to be just a part-time police officer?!
"Haah...and Kitahara, what are you doing? How can you still be naked?" Chihiro groaned, covering her forehead.
Lori Kitahara, a student in her Class D art course, stammered nervously, realizing he had been caught.
"Okay…so you're actually a student. Follow me to the academic affairs department," Gojo said, straightening up.
Kitahara's face turned crimson.
"SENSEI, I'M SORRY!" He said, bowing hastily.
He quickly reached into his trousers and pulled out a crisp 3,000 yen note, offering it shyly to Gojo.
"Huh—" Gojo waved his hand dismissively, fanning the air. "Don't need it. I'm leaving."
With that, he strode confidently through the dispersing crowd. Kitahara let out a sigh of relief, then suddenly remembered his handcuffs.
"SENSEI, UNTIE THESE BEFORE YOU GO!" He shouted, panic flickering in his voice.
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Classroom — Class F,
Back in the classroom, Gojo stepped inside, drawing curious and strange glances from all the students.
"What's wrong?" he asked, lowering his book slightly, a faint blush of confusion coloring his otherwise impassive face.
"Although sensei knows he's incredibly handsome, I can't accept these… fiery stares," he added, exaggerating the blush for effect.
The students gawked, some trying to stifle laughter while others merely stared in disbelief.
"Ahem," a voice piped up from the back row. Kitagawa Marin, always quick with commentary, smirked. "Gojo-sensei, are you really working part-time as a police officer…?"
"This morning, we saw the video circulating around campus," she added, her grin widening. "It was hilarious to see Gojo-sensei in handcuffs, locking up a classmate like a real cop!"
Gojo's mouth twitched, an awkward smile spreading across his face.
"Don't get so caught up in the details," he said firmly, straightening his posture. "Now, today we have a new student joining our class. She's transferred from another school, so everyone treat her well."
The news immediately sent a ripple of excitement through the classroom.
"Another transfer student already? It's only the start of the school year!" whispered one boy to his neighbor.
The boys, predictably, grew rowdy, their voices rising in excitement.
"Isn't it a beautiful girl?!"
"What's her name? Can't we see her yet?!"
"Eyes up, fools, eyes up!"
Gojo raised an eyebrow, watching the pandemonium with a skeptical expression.
Really, boys… it's spring, not mating season, he thought dryly, while looking at the students.
With a commanding ahem, he quieted the classroom, though a few excited whispers still persisted.
After 3 minutes—
The classroom door swung open,
Benio Adashino entered , carrying her handbag with her usual calm, measured steps.
"Ohhoo~!" The boys' faces flushed red instantly.
(T/N: what a horny bunch)
She strode to the podium, her expression neutral, as always.
"Benio Adashino. Please, take care of me," she said formally.
Her voice was devoid of emotion, precise and calm.
Gojo, watching her interact with the other students, allowed a faint smile to appear at his face.
Indeed, pairing her with Kitagawa Marin had subtly adjusted the dynamics, helping her integrate more comfortably.
After the Class Settles down,
"Alright, now that introductions are done, let's turn to the first—oh, pages."
"Sensei, page sixteen!" Shirakawa Shiroha raised her hand politely.
"Yes, yes. Page sixteen. Now, let's begin…" Gojo began the day's lesson.
The students, more relaxed now, listened attentively.
Though Gojo's teaching style was understated and unassuming, the content itself was clear and straightforward, easy to absorb.
Even the usually distracted students found themselves following along, captivated by the combination of his charisma and concise explanations.
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The new class arrangement had an unexpected effect.
Benio, despite her usual stoicism, adjusted quickly, responding to her classmates' interactions while maintaining her calm composure.
Meanwhile, Gojo observed quietly, reflecting on the events earlier that day.
From his part-time as "policeman" duties to ensuring Benio's settlement, the day had been oddly satisfying.
'Even a salted fish like me can have small victories…' he thought, a faint smirk on his face.
The classroom, now orderly, continued with lessons.
As the students absorbed each explanation, occasionally exchanging whispered comments and jokes, while Gojo maintained his signature nonchalant demeanor ignoring them.
The class continue in its peaceful manner.
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