The last class of the morning—the fourth period,
Gojo Satoru was faced with the most troublesome problem.
The fourth-period schedules for First-Year Class F and Second-Year Class J overlapped!
Normally, he would either run back and forth between the two classes or choose one class and ask another teacher to help supervise the other.
But Gojo Satoru wasn't the type to make things complicated.
So he chose a third option, his personal favorite.
The playground!
"Come on, come on, everyone, gather around! First-years on one side, second-years on the other! Don't get mixed up now~"
Standing proudly on top of a flower bed (I will leave it to your imagination), Gojo Satoru wore a black tracksuit and held a loudspeaker in his hand.
His voice echoed across the field.
The students of First-Year Class F and Second-Year Class J had already changed into their sports uniforms and gathered on the playground.
Most of them wore excited smiles.
After all, physical education was infinitely more interesting than sitting through another language class!
And for some of the boys...the fact that they could attend PE together with the famous first-year girls was an even bigger attraction.
Many of the boys from Class J, who usually acted like complete idiots, suddenly tried to look cool and mature in front of their Kouhai's.
Unfortunately, their eyes kept drifting toward the girls standing nearby.
Kitagawa Marin, Shirakawa Shiroha, Nanako Miku, Nanako Ichika and other girls that were quite famous throughout Sobu High School. Not only among the first and second years—even many third-years knew who they were.
The boys couldn't help sighing internally, with regret at not failing the class.
CLAP!
Meanwhile, Gojo Satoru clapped his hands loudly, declining the desperate boys the pleasure of looking at them.
"Alright, everyone. Since this is PE, let's keep things simple. Any suggestions?"
A student immediately raised his hand.
"Sensei! How about a short walk and then free time?"
"Yeah!"
"Sounds great!"
"Best idea ever!"
The boy's suggestion was immediately gained the approval of literally all the students.
The response was so loud that even birds perched on nearby trees were startled into flight.
Gojo Satoru nodded thoughtfully. "I see, I see. So everyone's full of energy today."
The students smiled proudly, thinking that they were going to enjoy some free time chatting with others.
It's unfortunate that Gojo wasn't someone that allowed others to rest.
"Since you're all so energetic, let's start with ten laps around the track as a warm-up."
"..."
"..."
"..."
The sight of their smiles disappearing was really something.
For a moment, the entire playground fell into silent, before long—
"Huh?!"
"Ten laps?!"
"Sensei, are you trying to kill us?!"
"This isn't PE anymore, this is military training!"
The students nearly exploded in front of this injustice!
You should know that, Sobu High School's track was enormous.
Ten laps wasn't a warm-up. It was a death sentence to them.
More importantly...Nobody (Mainly the boys) wish to collapse in front of Marin and the other girls.
That would completely destroy their good image! (They have none)
Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm~ You might be right."
Everyone's eyes lit up, thinking that their is still some hope.
"Yes! Exactly!"
"Sensei finally understands!"
Even Yukino Yukinoshita's expression softened slightly.
Although she was athletic, even she knew ten laps would leave most students exhausted. (she is athletic but she has low stamina)
Gojo suddenly sighed. "My mistake. I wasn't thinking carefully enough."
The students almost cried tears of joy.
As expected of Gojo-sensei!
Just before they could fully celebrate the joy of having their wish answered, Gojo smiled. "Let's change it."
Everyone nodded eagerly.
"Ten laps for the boys." Gojo continue without a change of expression.
The boys blinked.
"And two laps for the girls."
The girls blinked.
A second later—
"WHAT?!"
The boys collectively exploded,
"It's gender discrimination!"
"We refuse!"
"This is unfair!"
"Sensei, we're reporting you!"
Meanwhile, the girls immediately relaxed.
Two laps?
That sounded perfectly reasonable, it's normal since boys are clearly physically more stronger than girls, 10 laps for them is nothing. A few even giggled at the boys' miserable expressions.
Gojo crouched down on the flower bed and grinned wickedly, at their accusation, "Discrimination? No, no. This is equality."
"How is that equality?!" The students (boys) scream even more at the justified tone.
"Because I said so."
"..."
Nobody could argue with that.
Realising that their normal tactics is not working on him, some boys immediately tried a different tactic.
One student raised his hand with a calm expression as he said, "Sensei, actually I've always identified as a girl."
Taking that as a clue, nother student quickly added in a fake feminine voice.
"Me too~"
"Same here~"
"Girls support girls~"
"Eww!" The girls collectively took several steps away from them. Not letting the boys get close to them.
"Too late. Should've submitted the paperwork before class." Gojo said with a 'I don't give a damn' expression.
The boys cried internally.
Cruel.
Absolutely cruel.
Gojo casually jumped down from the flower bed.
Whoosh~
Somehow, nobody knew where he had gotten it from, but a long tree branch had appeared in his hand from his back.
As he casually swung it through the air.
SWISH!
The sound alone made everyone nervous.
"Stop standing around."
SWISH!
"Move."
SWISH!
"Run."
The boys immediately obeyed, fearing that Gojo will began the "Stick-and-carrot" approach.
The girls followed behind at a more relaxed pace.
THUD-THUD! THUD-THUD! THUD-THUD!
The first lap began.
"Come on! Come on! Only nine more laps left after that!"
Gojo lay lazily on top of the flower bed while shouting encouragement.
It's just that his version of encouragement wasn't particularly helpful.
As the boys ignored him, not even giving a single glance at the lazy teacher.
....
Second lap begin.
Their breathing gradually became uneven, as their speed slowed down. It was already very hard due to the length of the field and considering that someone of the students had not even had their breakfast in the morning—It was no different from a torture!
Meanwhile, Gojo stood up again, yawning, "What's wrong? Getting tired already?"
No response.
Everyone was focused on preserving their energy to even bother their teacher.
Even without getting anything response, Gojo continue with a grin, "My little kitty can do better than this."
Silence.
A dangerous silence quickly covered the school field as the boys slowly turned their heads.
Little kitty?
Did he just compare them with a kitty?!
Several veins appeared on foreheads simultaneously.
A moment later—
"RUN!"
"Faster!"
"We'll show him!"
Fueled by pure spite, the boys suddenly accelerated as they scouted at the top of their lungs. Even Hayama Hayato increased his pace not wanting to be in dead last.
The girls watched the scene with amusement, maintaining their slow speed.
Marin laughed so hard she nearly lost her balance and fall.
"Gojo-sensei is amazing."
Shiroha nodded from beside her, "He knows exactly which buttons to push."
Benio crossed her arms as she continue to run behind them, "They're all idiots."
...
Without anyone realising the third lap began.
The girls had already completed their second lap and stopped.
Waiting for them nearby were several coolers filled with drinks was Gojo, who had already prepared it beforehand.
"Bottled soda?"
"Sports drinks too."
"Wow."
The girls happily grabbed the drinks and sat in the shade enjoying their well-earned reward after their hardwork...
Meanwhile, the boys continued running.
Or rather—they continued charging forward like a herd of enraged animals.
They were now at their fourth lap .
The effects of their earlier sprint finally appeared. Several students began falling behind, breathing heavily.
Their legs felt heavy in this heat.
Every step became increasingly difficult as they continue to march forward with much difficulty.
...
As they begin their fifth lap, the gap between the students widened even further.
More students dropped out of the leading group.
As they looked like they were questioning every life decision that had led them to this moment.
....
Sixth lap.
Several boys were practically dragging themselves forward with desperation.
One student's tongue was hanging out so far he genuinely looked like a dog. (Or Itoshi from blue lock but of course with less aura)
The girls couldn't stop laughing at the amusing sight.
Hayama Hayato as one might expect from a diligent student remained near the front.
However, his face had become increasingly pale compare to before.
Normally, he could have managed eight laps without much trouble.
The problem was that Gojo's provocation earlier had worked.
He had sprinted far too hard to match with other.
Now the consequences were catching up to him.
On the other side, looking at his display Ebina Hina poked Miura Yumiko with her elbow.
"Hey."
"Hm?" Miura turned her head in confusion.
Ebina smirked. "Hayama looks exhausted."
"So?"
"You could bring him some water afterward."
"..."
Miura was silent at her friend's query.
For some reason, she didn't feel particularly concerned.
The old her probably would have already prepared a drink and a towel.
But now...things were different.
Ever since the incident when Gojo-sensei and Benio Adashino had rescued her.
Ever since she had witnessed Gojo Satoru standing there so confidently.
Something had changed in her heart.
The feelings she once thought were love toward Hayama now seemed surprisingly shallow.
When she compared them...the difference became obvious.
Without realizing it, her gaze drifted toward Gojo Satoru figure.
He was currently surrounded by Marin, Shiroha, Benio, and several other girls.
Laughing.
Talking.
Teasing everyone equally.
The scene looked strangely natural.
Miura found herself staring for far longer than she intended.
Then—
"Do you like Gojo-sensei?" A voice suddenly whispered into her ear.
"KYAA!" Miura nearly jumped in scared.
She whipped around and found Ichika Nakano standing there with a mischievous smile.
"You scared me to death!"
"Sorry, sorry." Ichika laughed as she apologize, "I couldn't help myself."
Miura placed a hand on her chest and tried to calm her racing heartbeat.
Unfortunately, Ichika wasn't done. "So?"
"So what?"
"Do you like Gojo-sensei?"
The question landed like a bomb.
"W-WHAT?!"
Miura's face instantly turned bright red.
"I don't!"
"Oh?"
"We're teacher and student!" Her voice became increasingly louder, she even forgot that someone might hear her, "That kind of thing is impossible!"
Ichika rolled her eyes. "What era are you living in?"
"Huh?"
"There are teacher-student romances in manga everywhere."
"That's not helping!" Miura covered her face in embarrassment.
Ichika laughed again.
The truth was, she wasn't actually trying to encourage Miura.
She was simple gathering information.
After all...Her younger sister, Nakano Nino, had already made her interest in Gojo Satoru painfully obvious, even after denying it.
As a big sister, it was only natural to investigate potential rivals.
Though honestly...Ichika rubbed her forehead.
Even she had to admit that Gojo Satoru was troublesome.
The problem was that finding girls interested in him wasn't exactly difficult at all!
As Ichika watched Gojo casually tease another exhausted student into running faster, she sighed.
What a troublesome man.
Meanwhile, completely unaware that several girls were discussing him, Gojo pointed dramatically at the running boys.
"Only four laps left!"
The boys almost cried out with tears in their eyes (literally). As the sound of desperate footsteps echoed across the playground accompanied by the laughter of the cruel girls.
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