Saiyans Forbidden from Crossing Worlds to Steal Jobs Ch. 32

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"Say yes, say yes." He circled around her, clapping his hands as he went, "Say yes, say yes."

"Say yes, yes yes yes yes say yes."

It actually had rhythm.

But...

"Gojo-san." Ikki pinched the bridge of her nose, "No matter how much you say it, there's no way I'm teaching your classes for you."

"Helping you run errands or clean up, fine."

"But why do you even want me to do your job for you!"

"Do you remember I'm just a high schooler?"

"Seriously, no way, dame dame, I'm not a sorcerer, I don't even know any jujutsu!"

"What could I even teach your students? That's straight-up messing with kids!"

"Does your principal know you're this careless?"

Wouldn't he fire you for this?

"Don't worry, Jujutsu High's classes are super easy." Gojo's white hair flipped side to side like seaweed. "All you have to do is this and that, then this and that, and you're good."

"What do you mean 'this and that'?"

"Very simple..." Gojo formed an 8 with his thumb and finger, flashing a big white grin, "Just hit them."

"Huh?" Ikki was dumbfounded, utterly shocked.

"That's all there is to it." Gojo gave a thumbs-up, "Ikki-chan can do it no problem."

"Gojo-san, you must seriously hate your students." Ikki dead-fished him. Asking her to beat people up—had he forgotten about that old man and the sorcerer kid still lying in Juntendo Hospital?

Speaking of which, who knew if they'd been discharged yet.

You're setting me up, Fat Tiger!

"Nonono." Gojo wagged his finger, "It's motivation, the whip of love~~"

"Totally doesn't look like it." Ikki shook her head: "Anyway, still dame."

She declared righteously, "I'm a civilized person, I don't just go around hitting people."

"Plus, your higher-ups still banned me from taking missions, I was planning these next two days to go out and look—"

"Aiyaaaan~~~~"

Her unfinished words suddenly got cut off.

The 192cm old man twisted his waist side to side, sharpened his voice, and copied the tone she'd used that day, "Ikki-chan~~~~"

No, actually—he went even further over the top.

Ikki: !!!

"You should just say yes already~~"

Holy shit!!!!

Ikki's eyes widened, her hair standing on end.

'What the hell!'

'Why are you copying me!'

'Why did you pick it up so fast!'

'And even sleazier and greasier than me!!!'

Then Gojo stomped his big foot, swung his long arm, and his voice quivered in three waves, "Come on, okay or not~~ sob sob sob~"

"I already said it like this~~ sob sob sob sob~"

"I'll pay you, okay~~ sob sob~~~"

"You—"

"Ahhhh stop stop stop already!!!!"

Ikki tried to slap her hands over his mouth, but after flickering back and forth in afterimages a few times, they still landed on her own face. She squatted on the floor, both hands covering her flushed face, toes digging into the ground, wishing she could just vanish on the spot.

What kind of massive public embarrassment scene was this.

Shame burning through her, she said, "Fine, fine, I'll go, okay?"

"Just stop, please stop already."

'Begging the big boss, please put away your divine technique.'

Ikki finally knew what it meant to lift a rock only to smash her own foot.

The third match of the strongest.

A**hole Cat unleashed Unlimited Attacks on Planet Vegeta's Great Ape.

Great Ape HP -9999999999.

KO.

Early morning, 3:15 AM.

Narita International Airport.

When the plane landed, when the broadcast played, people waiting in the lounge perked up, eyes focused, staring ahead, each one searching.

About half an hour later, passengers dragged their luggage, backpacks on shoulders, coming out one after another.

A dad carrying his daughter pushed their bags at the front.

A mom with a bag on her arm held her eight-year-old son's hand, smiling gently, "Grandpa's coming to pick us up today."

A young man pulled out his phone, calling a friend, "Moshi moshi, Shunsuke, I'm here, where are you?"

A blond, blue-eyed tourist looked around, the tour guide holding up a sign, smiling as he waved him over.

A short, elderly grandma walked slowly with her hands behind her back, thumb rolling prayer beads.

Behind her, a tall young man with a mohawk scrolled his phone, "We've arrived."

Further back, a short-haired woman with delicate makeup but a tired face.

"Finally back home."

"That kid must be curled up at home right now, staying up late watching horror movies."

They left the airport, got into different cars, heading toward different paths.

On the street, a few pedestrians here and there, alleys dark and shadowy.

In a crack ordinary people couldn't see, a pale face slowly peeked out, eyeballs rolling around, pupils sweeping the area.

Catching sight of a 500 yen coin, its expression instantly lit up, hand darting out quick as lightning to pick it up and toss it into a bag.

Dozens of kilometers away, a chubby guy in square sunglasses chomped on chips, finger pressing send.

On the screen was a stack of documents and a few photos.

In the photo, a girl with a bun stood at a street corner, smiling brightly as she waved at a short-haired woman.

Skyscrapers, lights in ten thousand homes, just another ordinary night.

Outside, the door opened and shut—Gojo had gone out again.

Inside, Ikki rolled over, still awake.

Beside her, her phone buzzed. She picked it up, looked, and froze a bit.

【Your account XXXX received 1,000,000 yen on August 3rd, 3:40 AM. Balance......】

Sender: Gojo Satoru.

Ikki's feelings grew more and more complicated.

The jujutsu higher-ups suspected her, but no one came to cause trouble.

Gojo said he was just keeping watch nearby, but he never restricted her freedom.

And just for covering a class, he sent her a million yen.

They weren't related, Gojo didn't owe her anything.

Thinking again of the groceries Ijichi had been bringing lately—four or five times more than before.

Like a bottle of sparkling water left sitting for ages, gently shaken, little bubbles rose up from the bottom of her heart.

A bit messy, a slight tug, a faint warmth.

The sun blazed bright at the edge of the sky, white clouds drifting lazily, a few birds in pairs or threes circling past.

The August air was still scorching hot.

Jujutsu High sat high up on the mountain, surrounded by forest, fresh greenery covering the land, cool and shaded.

But the new first-years didn't feel so refreshed at the moment.

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