The Five Insights of the Sheniu

Chapter 9 Gojo Satoru of the Shebi

Time flies, and more than a month has passed.

During this period, Mo Fan was dubbed the "Great Demon King" by all the freshmen in the department. Insults and hatred filled the entire campus, and the freshmen utterly rejected this bastard who had caused them to lose public resources.

Of course, Gojo Satoru and Zhao Manyan didn't care about these people, so the relationship between the three of them remained alright.

As for why the freshmen didn't implicate Gojo Satoru, one of the culprits, it's because of the healing-type Guanyin sisters!

The fifteen healing-type beauties are all extremely protective of their class monitor, and anyone who dares to say a bad word about her will suffer.

This horrific scene disheartened the freshmen, so they had no choice but to give up on displaying Gojo Satoru's name.

However, as time went by, Mo Fan and Gojo Satoru's deeds were replaced by some rising stars. After all, being the school's public enemy and constantly being listed as their leader was torture for everyone.

"There's some new gossip today." Gojo Satoru tossed his small sunglasses onto the bed and looked at the two people sitting there.

Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan were meditating in their dorm room and neither wanted to go to class.

Upon hearing Gojo Satoru's words, Zhao Manyan opened his eyes.

"What's going on?"

"That Mu Nujiao, who is hailed as a goddess, donated almost all the public resources provided by the school to all students in the department for their cultivation in the name of the Mu family." Wu Tiao Wu said as he tore open the candy wrapper.

"Why would she do that?" Mo Fan was also jolted awake by these words.

"It's just a strategy." After a moment's thought, Zhao Manyan understood the reason.

"How so?" Mo Fan continued to ask.

"Students graduating from Mingzhu Academy have always been sought after by the major families. What they're doing is simply spending resources they'll need later in advance..." Zhao Manyan said with a smile.

"Isn't this causing too much bleeding?" Mo Fan was incredulous.

"It's a small amount of money. This kind of thing, which can bring both fame and considerable profits, is basically a sure thing," Gojo Satoru said bluntly while sprawled on the bed.

For aristocratic families, they will not do anything without profit.

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A white-haired boy walking with three pretty girls on the streets of the trading city was quite a sight.

I promised to go shopping for clothes with my female classmates, and today I'm fulfilling that promise.

"Class monitor, a lot of people are praising you."

They could sense the many gazes directed at them and hear whispers of praise like "so handsome."

"That's normal, you'll get used to it."

Gojo Satoru was quite nonchalant; in fact, he was the type who believed "the world should revolve around me."

He kept glancing at the source of the gaze, responding warmly, and even striking a pose.

Ah, I can already hear soft screams.

Three girls covered their faces and dragged Gojo Satoru, who was displaying his feathers, into a clothing store.

The class monitor is great in every way, except he's too unrestrained.

Once inside the store, the girls let go of him. One of the girls walked up to the clothes rack.

"Class monitor, what kind do you like? Buy a few more sets. Although the school will issue school uniforms, you can wear your own clothes at other times."

"Uh, whatever." Gojo Satoru thought for a moment and realized he didn't seem to have any specific requirements.

"Fine, we'll help you choose." The girls said somewhat helplessly.

"Would this white hoodie be okay?"

"Um."

"The blue one is nice too, let's keep it."

"Um."

"Where are these black straight-leg pants?"

"Um"

After asking the girls several times, they understood. However, no matter what they pointed out to Gojo Satoru, he would only say "hmm". So, they simply got him a complete outfit from head to toe and then pushed him to the dressing room to change.

While he was still changing, the girls picked out two more outfits for him, and secretly took matching sets for themselves. They then asked the sales clerk to wrap them up separately.

I'm so envious of the girls in my class.

After the girls finished choosing, Gojo Satoru came out of the dressing room. He was wearing a white hoodie and black straight-leg pants. He was tall and had long legs, and he looked quite handsome.

"Class monitor, so handsome!" The girls stared at Gojo Satoru with infatuated looks, their eyes full of little hearts.

"whee."

"Come on, let us pick out some dessert for you."

"Yay!"

In front of the dessert counter.

Gojo Satoru quietly waited for the girls to put things in the bag; cream cakes, fruit cakes, and candies were all put in.

One of the more observant girls noticed something: "Class monitor, why aren't your eyes bright anymore? They were shining when we were at school."

Upon hearing this, Gojo Satoru brushed aside the strands of hair covering his face, revealing his pale blue eyes that shone like electrified LED lights.

He extended his hand: "Hold on."

"Huh?!" Upon hearing this, the girl leaned back strategically. She was once again struggling to adapt to Gojo Satoru's lack of a sense of distance.

But she quickly realized that this seemed to be a proper demonstration of her abilities, so she obediently placed her hand on it, and she felt considerable resistance with every inch her palm moved forward.

Gojo Satoru then revealed his usual technique: "This is my ability, a convergent infinite series. The closer an object is to me, the slower it moves."

"Um... class monitor, do you mean I'll never be able to touch you?" the girl said, following the train of thought.

"Bingo." Gojo Satoru closed the spell, and the "Six Eyes," deprived of the power of the incantation, went out. "But this way I can touch you."

Gojo Satoru intertwined his fingers and held the girl's hand, their palms touching flesh to convey warmth.

She tried to pull her hand away in a panic, but couldn't.

"Ah, stop..." She turned her head away as if to cover up, but her slightly red and full earlobes were exposed.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Xiao Xi is shy." The two girls next to her laughed heartily.

After teasing his junior, Gojo Satoru let go of her hand, took out a dessert from the bag, and started eating.

"Six Eyes" automatically collects information about its surroundings at all times, and when there are too many people, it becomes so noisy that it gives its owner a headache.

This is the price of power.

The Gojo family's ancestral "Six Eyes" allows the holder to accurately see the flow of magical energy and see through the enemy's spells. At the same time, it acts as a precise controller for magical energy output, greatly reducing magical energy consumption and the difficulty of use.

The "cost" is that it puts a burden on the brain every moment, which over time can lead to irreversible damage to brain cells.

Therefore, in all generations, the "Six-Eyed" would die young if they could not learn the "Reversal Technique," but if they did, they could manually refresh their brain cells to prolong their lives.

Before arriving in the magical world, Gojo Satoru had already mastered the [Reversal Technique] and [Domain Deployment], and was already waiting to beat up Sukuna.

As a result, upon arriving in this world, they went from being the first person to becoming one of countless high-level mages.

Although Gojo Satoru is special, a high-level is still a high-level; no matter how special it is, it is still just a high-level.

As for sweets, they are just one of my few hobbies.

Since mastering the [Reversal Technique], the price of the [Six Eyes] is that they no longer need to replenish their brainpower by eating desserts; they can directly use the [Reversal Technique] to regenerate brain cells.

(End of this chapter)