"Hahaha what is this face-to-face mockery, the wild-theory broadcasting machine has officially launched once again!"
"Hehe, sitting back and waiting for Hisano to get his face slapped."
"Save me, Matsuda is so cute, www. He was actually worried Nozomi-chan would fall down, he really is a Tsundere."
"Wait a moment, Hisano. Since you're so confident, how about a match with me?"
"He charged forward again! Zero's iron fist is already craving blood!"
"What? Merely touching the ribbon counts as a win? This guy really isn't ordinarily arrogant."
"Furuya and Matsuda actually chose to join forces? Their relationship isn't even that bad after all."
"Eh eh, is this the rhythm of a battle royale??"
Thoroughly captivated by the author's solid draftsmanship in action choreography, Mei focused her entire attention on the battle scenes in the manga, not missing a single panel.
Even if he got perfect marks on the physical test, saying they can't even touch his ribbon is way too exaggerated... Eh?
Despite Furuya Rei and Jinpei Matsuda coordinating with one another in a seamless flow, they continuously retreated under Hisano's offensive. Rei knelt on one knee on the ground, the black-haired youth's teasing smile reflecting in his eyes.
"You're truly riddled with openings, you two."
"The game is pretty much over, isn't it?"
"Heavens, so handsome! I can watch this slow stroll a hundred times!"
"This combat prowess is a bit ridiculous, hey! I don't believe it, it's definitely because Matsuda and the other guy were already injured!"
"They're actually spitting blood, Little Nozomi, use a bit more gentle force! But the battle damage on those two looks so exquisite, I am dead."
"The corner of Rei's mouth... plus Matsuda's collarbone, prpr."
"Three seconds ago: Rei-Rei is a real man. Three seconds later: Hisano is the ultimate alpha!! (Repeatedly flips back and forth)"
"Encountering a red-ribboned cat by chance on the road, doing everything possible yet utterly unable to defeat it (Infuriating)"
"As expected of Hisano-kun, you really are strong." The fire in Furuya Rei's purple-grey eyes seemed to burn even more stubbornly than before. "But, I will challenge you hundreds and thousands of times, until I beat you down to the ground where you can't get back up!"
Mei smiled knowingly. She somewhat understood why her friend liked Furuya-kun now. Of course, what left a deep impression on her were the lines fading into the speech bubbles before Hisano Nozomi departed.
"Admitting that you need to be protected isn't weakness... it's so that you can protect more people in the future. If you want to become excellent police officers, start with that point first."
"Anyway, I'm definitely not going to protect anyone. It's better to leave that kind of foolish stuff to you guys."
"What kind of mature master speech is this, hhhh. Hisano, do you remember you're only eighteen?"
"These words are way too transparent, he is undeniably a classic 'harsh words but soft heart' archetype."
"Why does it feel a bit like a death flag... No way, no way, right?!"
"Did a friendship form because they fought side-by-side? Hagi-Rei, you rascal~"
"What's going on, Matsuda x Furuya actually tastes a bit delicious, ehehe."
"Wow wow, they even bandaged each other's wounds! Fast forward to sharing a bed (Not)"
As Mei browsed through the bullet comments—some of which she couldn't quite comprehend—she swiped backward with great interest. Matsuda and Furuya reviewed their previous battle, each drawing a bit of a lesson from their respective mistakes, bickering for a few more sentences before the camera shifted to the round moon hanging in the sky.
"I wonder if we can fool Instructor Onizuka tomorrow when he sees the injuries on our faces..."
"Nothing can be done about it, let's rest first."
Amidst the boundless night, the two drifted off to sleep peacefully. The final page featured a line that read like a preview—
"The Onizuka Class, a gathering place for problem children... A clash of titans?!"
Chapter 1 Ends, To Be Continued... Ah, that's it?
Mei let out a sigh. She still wanted to continue watching what would happen next. As expected, this was the painful reality of chasing a serialization.
Before she knew it, the train had arrived at her station. Catching sight of her best friend at the school gates, Mei waved her hand excitedly. "Yoshiko!"
She hurried over in a few quick strides, walking shoulder-to-shoulder with her as they chatted idly.
"Mei, are you really planning to catch up on the anime? That's truly an occasion."
"The main story is way too long, I haven't started watching it yet... but I caught up on the newly released spin-off!"
"I know, I know, it's the one talking about Amuro-tan's stories at the police academy, right? I just finished reading it too!"
"Yeah, I've fallen a bit for Hisano."
"Entirely understandable. Seriously, I think he looks a bit like Lord Gojo~"
"Yoshiko—don't tell me you're trying to preach your religion to me again!"
"Not at all, but Lord Gojo really is incredibly handsome! Let me tell you..."
"Like a turtle chanting scriptures, I'm not listening, I'm not listening! I am the ultimate black-hair enthusiast!"
Mei and Yoshiko dissolved into a fit of giggles together. However, one couldn't help but wonder what kind of expression she would make when she eventually discovered that Satoru Gojo and Hisano Nozomi were, in fact, the exact same person?
Leaving those future events aside for the time being.
On the other side, Satoru Gojo had also finished reading Chapter 1, and through those active bullet comments, he already had a clear grasp of the public's reaction.
Mmh~ overall, the effect is pretty good. Quite a few people dislike the avatar, but the majority still hold a favorable impression.
He wasn't a gold coin, so how could he possibly make everyone like him? Furthermore, if he wanted to become a popular character who maintained long-term discussion value... storm-ridden debates were absolutely indispensable.
Since it was his first time opening the forum, he examined the bullet comments quite meticulously, and time flew by in a flash. It was already past five in the morning. Gojo casually tapped open the system panel to take a look.
Name: Satoru Gojo (Jiang Wu)
Gender: Male
Physical Age: 21 years old
Identities:
Natural-born Jujutsu Sorcerer (Evaluation: Having already achieved the absolute pinnacle, you possess virtually no opponents)
Caesar from the Dark Organization (Evaluation: You are the adoptive son of Renya Karasuma, and the trump card of the Organization hidden deep within the shadows)
Supreme Head of the Gojo Family (Evaluation: Your clansmen deeply revere the prestigious name of the Six Eyes)
Police Academy Student Hisano Nozomi (Avatar Card in effect, Remaining Time: 8 months) (Evaluation: With such a short-lived avatar, can you successfully become the sixth member of the police academy?)
Inventory: Infinite Ammo Desert Eagle Pistol \times 1, Sniper Rifle Barrett M82 \times 1, Machine Gun \times 1, Shotgun \times 1, Flashbang \times 10, Tear Gas \times 10, Offensive Grenade \times 5 ... Infinite Gaming Console \times 1, Crunchy Potato Chips \times 10, Rich Cheesecake \times 10 ... (Omitted here)
Manga Page & Forum: Accessible
Red Faction Impression Points: 22,050
Sources: Shuichi Akai, Toichi Kuroba, Chikage Kuroba, Kaito Kuroba, Aoko Nakamori, Furuya Rei, Hiromitsu Morofushi, Wataru Date, Jinpei Matsuda, Kenji Hagiwara, Hachizo Onizuka
Black Faction Impression Points: 72,000
Sources: Gin, Vodka, Renya Karasuma, Vermouth, Calvados, Tequila, Rum, Curacao, Pinga, Shiho Miyano (Not yet defected)
Popularity Points: 45,000 \uparrow\uparrow\uparrow
Seeing his skyrocketing popularity points, Gojo raised an eyebrow.
Ton-chan, how exactly are these popularity points calculated?
[The calculation for this is relatively complex. In short, the contributions from die-hard fans, passerby fans, and regular fans are all slightly different. This is the current aggregated total.] The system said cheerfully, [Keep it up, host! Once you earn one hundred million popularity points, the higher-ups will grant you a massive deluxe gift pack!]
Fine, fine, fine. A small target, a walk in the park. Gojo expressed his understanding, though he didn't harbor much anticipation for the so-called gift pack mentioned by the system.
...
Hiromitsu Morofushi slept fairly soundly during the latter half of the night. As he woke up with a yawn, he saw his roommate had already dressed impeccably at some unknown point, flashing a radiant smile at him: "Morning, Hiro-kun."
"Morning. You woke up so early, are you alright?"
Gojo shrugged. "I've been used to it for a long time."
"Used to it?"
Whether he had imagined some scenario of a lonely youth sitting by himself until dawn, the gaze Hiromitsu directed toward him seemed to grow significantly more complex.
Gojo: Child, wild mental elaboration is an illness, it needs to be cured!
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