The blond, mixed-race young man had a serious and upright expression:
Reasonably speaking, although no previous Jujutsu Director has been under forty, Mr. Suzuo looks young and is also an excellent person, so his actual age should be around twenty-five.
Senpai B rolled his eyes. "Isn't that obvious?"
Senior A said bluntly, "What if Mr. Suzuo just looks younger than he actually is!"
Gesturing with both hands in the air, "Look, it's just.. everyone is a Jujutsu Sorcerer."
Senior A was completely caught up in the conversation, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he said, "Jujutsu is truly amazing, isn't it?"
Senior B suddenly realized, they stole a glance at Satoru Gojo before quickly withdrawing their gaze, saying in unison:
“So when Satoru Gojo just said 'it's none of my business,' he meant he thinks Mr. Suzuo is old!”
After they finished saying those words, their backs suddenly went cold.
A miraculous sense of danger from their Jujutsu Sorcerer talent sent a warning through them, causing both of them to stiffen. Their necks creaked as they turned their heads, feebly attempting to avoid the freezing gaze of the Strongest.
"Um.." Senpai A wished he could slap himself twice. He had truly been cursed; how could he dare to gossip about the Six Eyes of the Gojo Clan?
He spoke tremblingly, "Mr. Suzuo, seeing how lively it is here, if you don't need us for the time being, could you let us withdraw first?"
Kobe Suzuo smiled, looking extremely kind, "Just stand here. In three minutes, the Planning Department will reach a conclusion. Once the secretary receives your assignments, he will take you to select your Cursed Tools."
The elegant and handsome man repeated himself once more, "So, just stand there quietly. Do you understand?"
Senpai A shuddered again under Kobe Suzuo's warm and gentle smile, replying repeatedly, "Yes, yes!"
That cold, emotionless gaze finally vanished.
At some moment, Kobe Suzuo locked eyes with Satoru Gojo once again.
Azure, gossamer-thin clouds drifted by, layering over the shimmering surface of the sea, a moment of singular brilliance.
However, in the next instant, Satoru Gojo pulled out his smart glasses and slowly closed his eyes.
Kobe Suzuo sighed, opened her mouth and closed it again, then opened Yahoo.
Search Input: What if the person I like thinks I'm too old for them?
Merlin..
It's hopeless, truly hopeless.
Author's Note:
Setting a goal: I'll work hard next week to write more chapters with nutrient solution (how many more depends on how much I can squeeze out of myself..)
Chapter 73: That CEO
Merlin's authority is only below Kobe Suzuo's.
It is an era-transcending artificial intelligence, capable of helping Kobe Suzuo make money and manage companies on a high level, acting as a computer butler to clear out junk advertisements on a low level.
A perfect assistant, to say the least—
Kobe Suzuo looked at the striking 404 error and the warning prompt popping up at the top of the website, without hesitation, she bypassed Merlin's firewall, granting access to the junk website.
He looked solemn as he scrolled the mouse wheel, checking through the numerous related entries provided by the search engine one by one.
Merlin watched helplessly as Kobe Suzuo jumped from "How to resolve the generational gap caused by age difference" all the way to "Three major characteristics of a midlife crisis."
The cooling fans in the server room on the other side of the ocean were spinning frantically.
Even a CEO in a romance novel wouldn't be this brainless from all those debuffs, right?
Even if Satoru had guessed it long ago, this shouldn't be the reaction.
Kobe Suzuo's lips tightened into a straight line, her voice turned sinister:
Tell me, is it because the elders of the Gojo Clan have been talking behind my back, whispering bad things about the position of Jujutsu Director to Satoru?
Merlin..
Merlin: "Are you serious?"
Kobe Suzuo said, "That's true, Satoru doesn't have that kind of personality."
If Satoru Gojo could have listened to the grand principles his family spoke of, he wouldn't have run off to study at Tokyo Jujutsu High, the Gojo Clan wouldn't be both in love with and in awe of their own God's Child.
Kobe Suzuo sighed with great solemnity, "I must have made Satoru-kun angry after all, though I have no idea what I did to make him angry."
After he finished speaking, he clicked the mouse twice with a "click-click" sound and began jumping between various gaudy websites.
Merlin blocked four glaring pop-up windows, three scam websites, two shady online stores trying to sell "kidney supplements" in the background; even a "germaphobe" would lose it.
Young Master, why don't you just consult me?
Isn't top-tier artificial intelligence much better than these trashy little websites?
Kobe Suzuo didn't even open her mouth this time; she simply pulled up a pop-up window and typed to Merlin:
You don't understand, Merlin. Just like love, you can only experience it yourself. Things like learning from others' experiences are things I have to experience personally.
He said as he clicked the mouse, the webpage jumping several times before entering an anonymous forum.
Merlin did not press further; no matter how much the database expanded, AI did not understand humans, let alone love.
It conducted a rough screening; the forum was quite niche, unexpectedly, there was little harmful information, although the number of registered users was not high, the core users were quite active.
Even with thunderous topics like "The person I like thinks I'm too old," there were many serious answers such as "Honest Communication" and "True Love is Invincible."
Merlin's program gave a safety score.
Kobe Suzuo was already quite naive in this regard; if she were led astray by those eccentric netizens, her smooth path of a growth-type romance would turn into a winding, treacherous mountain road, then she would be truly finished.
Then, amidst a crowd of mindless, melodramatic topics in the romance section, Kobe Suzuo precisely clicked into a post titled 【What should I do if the person I like says I'm too young and it's not appropriate】.
The first person to reply had a profile picture of a pink, cute strawberry cupcake, a username of Edamame Daifuku is So Delicious, a gender tag of female for a non-anonymous user.
Judging by her profile picture, she seems like the type of energetic high school girl with perfect social skills.
Her answer was just a single, simple word: "Split."
Perhaps stunned by this short and concise reply, the original poster was not angry or dismissive; instead, they humbly and cautiously asked for advice:
“May I ask why? We get along very well every time we hang out; he is very interesting and takes great care of me. I feel like he should like me, but every time I try to bring up the topic of dating, he consciously avoids it. As he said, compared to him, I do lack some life experience. He works very hard, so I always wonder if he has some concerns. Perhaps I'll be able to understand once I reach his age.."
There was a long, rambling string of text following it, making the poster's inner conflict evident.
But the reply "Edamame Daifuku is so delicious" was short and sharp:
They are gaslighting you.
Feels like a slippery old fox who's been married for three years or more. I suggest you stop wondering if they love you and just break up, because by the time you reach their age, they'll already be old.
Edamame Mochi" added a soul-crushing follow-up: "Ah, I didn't mean they are young now.
The original poster didn't reply again; it's unclear whether they were broken or had gone off to argue privately.
This post was already from half a year ago, yet even today, it is still frequently pushed to the front page by new replies.
Some netizens expressed their condolences for the OP's relationship, but there were even more netizens who just wanted to see some drama, hahaha.
How many times do I have to say it? Toxic people are not allowed in the romance channel (blushing, angry) Do you even know what euphemism means? (soybean, shouting)
Euphemism is nowhere near as sharp as plain description (Laughing)
Baby, your nickname on Tian Net is 'Sweetie,' but your mouth is nothing but venom. Baby, who exactly are you?
Watch it with that 'baby' talk upstairs, or the Dessert King might personally come down to confront you with high intensity in a moment.
Kobe Suzuo's fingers paused for a moment before she clicked into "Edamame Daifuku's" homepage, which featured a decorative style as extravagant as its profile frame.
She rarely posts, but she frequently wanders through the Fashion Trends, Dessert, Romance sections, her activity level truly resembling that of a bored middle or high school student.
Especially in the last six months, his achievements have been remarkable.
Kobe Suzuo was just about to log off when the avatar of "Edamame Daifuku" flashed, turning online. His hand shook again as he clicked into the private chat box.
Merlin was cheating in the background, preparing to use this "poisonous snack" that could drive her Young Master into a state of social withdrawal to win the game.
Halfway through the data processing, Merlin looked up and realized something was wrong; that IP address on the other side looked somewhat familiar.
Kobe Suzuo was already chatting away with the person on the other side.
He sent over the post he had just scrolled past, asking quite bluntly:
If this person is a good person who chose to distance themselves temporarily for unavoidable reasons, would you support the poster being with them?
Satoru Gojo, who seemed to be in a cold war while lounging on the sofa playing with his phone, suddenly cast a glance toward Kobe Suzuo.
Kobe Suzuo remained oblivious, staring blankly at the question mark sent from the other side of the screen.
Merlin, who did not need to breathe, felt suffocated, thinking that Kobe Suzuo really should go get some sleep and get some rest.
This CEO, who was now acting entirely on intuition, felt like a stranger to Merlin.
Instead of wasting time consulting a strange person online like this, you'd be better off asking Satoru-kun directly!
Kobe Suzuo unconsciously pursed her lips and did not reply immediately. She reached out to take the proposal sent over by the Planning Department and flipped through it casually.
These people had been arguing in the office all afternoon, finally, at the end of the time limit, they overturned a series of plans—four, five, six, seven—and returned to basics, choosing the original Plan A.
The unlucky person sent out fidgeted with his fingers, acting all timid and peeking at Kobe Suzuo's expression in a petty, sporadic manner.
Um, Boss, I'll leave the Elders Council and the Elders to you.
Both Tokyo Jujutsu High and Kyoto Jujutsu High are under the direct jurisdiction of the Jujutsu Director's Department, where tasks are assigned by the Assistant Supervisor, Assistant Supervisors assist with work and complete mission reports.
In other words, apart from exceptions like Mei, if one wants to mobilize personnel from Jujutsu High through official channels, it must be approved by the Elders.
But as for the Elders, those who know, know—they are far too eccentric (in a purely derogatory sense).
Either they'll come up with a mess of a plan through discussion, or by the time the application is approved, it'll be far too late.
So it wasn't that they actually needed approval from the Elders; they just needed someone to take responsibility, like Kobe Suzuo.
Kobe Suzuo did not express any opinion; Merlin had already reviewed all the proposals submitted by the Planning Department, any that had issues had long since been rejected.
He signed silently, the Planning Department then joyfully led the secretary and all the students except for the second-years out.
The office was suddenly more than half empty.