Chapter 95: The Weak Class Assistant is a Mafia Big Shot 2
While Sawada Tsunayoshi was feeling overwhelmed, the Guardians in the space were not idle either.
The first to be summoned was Gokudera Hayato; as soon as he heard that he could be of help to his dear Tenth Generation, he impatiently agreed to the World Consciousness and gave the person beside him a proud, triumphant look.
It was as if he were saying: See that? I am the Tenth Generation's most important subordinate; the rest of you can step aside.
Lambo pouted, "It's unfair! Why does Octopus-head get to be first? Lambo can do it too!"
Gokudera Hayato smirked triumphantly. "Hahaha, you stupid cow, you couldn't catch up to me even if you practiced for another hundred years. It seems even the World knows that I am the subordinate most favored by the Tenth Generation."
Yamamoto Takeshi scratched his head. "Is there a possibility that the weakest one goes first?"
Gokudera Hayato snapped angrily, "What are you talking about, Scapula? You're the most useless one. I really should let the Tenth Generation see that jealous look on your face, so he can never be deceived by you again."
Yamamoto Takeshi gave a hearty laugh. "Look at you, what are you so worked up about? If it's a no, then it's a no."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gokudera Hayato disappeared, baring his teeth at Yamamoto Takeshi before he left.
At the same time, Gokudera Hayato's figure appeared on the large screen as well; he appeared in a pitch-black alley, surrounded by gangsters fighting with firearms.
Who goes there!
How could a stranger suddenly appear here? Shoot!
The sounds of clashing and banging echoed from all around. Gokudera Hayato let out a sinister laugh, his fingers clutching a handful of bombs. "Perfect timing! I'll gladly accept your location. It is your honor to contribute to the great cause of the Tenth Generation!"
Explode!
While explosions were going off over here, Sawada Tsunayoshi was being helped out on his side by a fierce-looking middle-aged man. He had approached Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru silently from behind, delivering a single punch to each of them to punish them, then ordered them to write a five-thousand-word self-criticism report as punishment for their destruction of the school.
Took Sawada Tsunayoshi away.
Sawada Tsunayoshi looked back and could still see Gojo Satoru making a face at him, his lips moving to say that he should wait, for he would deal with him sooner or later.
Sawada Tsunayoshi arrived at the classroom office and sat face-to-face with Yaga Masamichi.
"I know what you're here for, but it would be best not to do it; those kids are not that easy to deal with," Yaga Masamichi reminded Sawada Tsunayoshi calmly.
Be careful not to leave without your skin intact; they are all unruly.
After the reminder was finished, it was about a mission for Sawada Tsunayoshi; although everyone knew he was here to do bad things, since he had joined Jujutsu High, he would certainly have to work.
Since his identity is that of a class advisor, then let him lead the lessons.
Yaga Masamichi needs to go abroad to handle something, so he will have to leave the students in the care of Sawada Tsunayoshi.
The curriculum at Jujutsu High is very flexible, as there was no intention to have these young people, who constantly risk their lives, become Newtons; the goal was simply to ensure they didn't remain illiterate.
So their curriculum was very casual.
To sum it up in a single sentence: you teach whatever you like, so just be casual about it.
A can of beer was placed in front of Sawada Tsunayoshi, a woman with a weary expression sat down. "With those brows furrowed like that, what are you worrying about?"
“I'm thinking about what kind of lessons to give the students.” He was still a student himself, yet he had to teach others; at times, he wished Reborn would possess him, for he was a truly all-around talent.
Whatever, let them play. This crappy school can't teach them anything anyway.
The girl's face was youthful, but her tone of voice and her attitude toward her work were both very mature, which made Sawada Tsunayoshi think she might also be a teacher.
Sigh, no, being a teacher is a very serious matter; I can't just treat it lightly.
What should he teach? The first thing Sawada Tsunayoshi thought of wasn't normal subjects like literature or foreign languages, but Reborn's Vongola-style series of curriculum gift packs.
Including, but not limited to, wilderness survival, PUBG, battle royale, brawls, twenty thousand leagues under the sea, high-altitude sightseeing tours..
There were countless, Reborn's methods of tormenting people were as endless as flowing water.
He froze for a long time; he was a half-baked student himself, so how could he dare to teach others?
The young girl shrugged. "Whatever, take your time to think about it. Consider this can of alcohol my contribution to you."
After saying that, she left.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was left there dumbfounded. No, even for a teacher, it was too arrogant to be drinking alcohol at school.
Or perhaps this school is just very casual, much like the freedom found in a Mafia school.
However, this distraction gave Sawada Tsunayoshi inspiration; he thought of what he was going to teach.
The next day, standing at the classroom door with his carefully prepared lesson plan and heavy dark circles under his eyes, Sawada Tsunayoshi cheered himself on.
Go for it, he can do this; even if he doesn't believe in himself, he must believe in the Evil Demon King, Reborn.
This was all the essence he had extracted from Reborn's devilish training.
Cheering himself up, Sawada Tsunayoshi pushed open the classroom door: "Class, I am your teacher for tod—?"
Who could tell him why, with only one minute until class started, there wasn't a single student inside.
Sawada Tsunayoshi walked out to check the class roster; it was correct, this was the right place.
He checked the time again; it was correct as well. It was indeed Tuesday, a day for classes, the time had indeed arrived for the first period.
Then here is the question: why isn't there a single teacher present?
Was it a kidnapper invasion of the campus, the emergence of a sealed demon, or did the entire class travel to another world to save a princess?
“It couldn't be that I've transmigrated, could it?” Sawada Tsunayoshi scared himself.
A light chuckle came from behind him, the high schooler said in his low, seductive voice, "Neither. I guess they've all overslept. Teacher, if you wait a little longer, they'll probably be here soon."
What the hell, can't there be a definite guarantee?
Based on my understanding of them, I certainly can't guarantee it.
Can this person read minds? He clearly hasn't even opened his mouth to speak. How terrifying!
Sawada Tsunayoshi looked back and saw the black-haired boy he had met yesterday, who wore his hair in a bun and a very unique school uniform.
You're Geto Suguru, right? Good morning.
Geto Suguru greeted him after a slight delay: "Good morning."
It was such an ordinary greeting. Last night, he and Ieiri Shoko had been dragged by Gojo Satoru to listen to a massive lecture of information, saying that this newcomer was definitely a bad person, blah, that the two of them had to be careful not to be deceived by the other person's harmless appearance, blah, that they had to stand together to resist him or something, blah.
Geto Suguru had originally become wary, but seeing that face of the other, he truly had no heart to say anything harsh.
After all, the new teacher had a face that was just too easy to tease.
It makes people unable to resist the urge to tease him.
Sawada Tsunayoshi's first time being a teacher resulted in this kind of situation; he silently scratched his face and let Geto Suguru go in first.
Then he placed the books he was holding onto the podium.
After Geto Suguru sat down and prepared to say something, he saw Gojo Satoru strolling in leisurely, followed by a yawning Ieiri Shoko; both of them had actually arrived quite early.
Has the sun risen in the west?
Geto Suguru's confused Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't know, he looked at Ieiri Shoko, his eyes widening.
Wait, these are students!
Gojo Satoru sat down and immediately pushed his chair back, resting his long legs on the table like an old man. "Teacher, what are you going to teach us? Are you going to teach us how to be loyal to Old Orange?"
Geto Suguru said instinctively, "Satoru, you should show a bit more respect to your teacher."
Gojo Satoru let out a huff. "What kind of teacher is that? An assassin teacher sent to kill us?"
Stop stalling, Teacher. If you're going to say those cliché things, just shut up; my time is very precious.
What an impressive show of authority; Sawada Tsunayoshi silently distributed the organized materials.
Take a look at these first. If you want to learn this, we'll have class. If you don't want to learn..
Uh, he hadn't decided yet; if they didn't want to learn, they would just have to settle for watching movies.
Gojo Satoru took a casual glance, wanting to see what kind of feudal dregs these were, so he could tear them up later.
Geto Suguru also scanned the cover.
Ieiri Shoko opened her eyes wearily, looking through a blur.
The Complete Guide to Using Firearms," "How to Speedrun from Ordinary Person to Mafia Boss in One Hundred Days," "Italian: From Beginner to Proficient," "Sourcing Goods: From Origin to Destination," and "One Hundred and Eight Rules of Maritime Transport.
Wait, what on earth are all of these!
Gojo Satoru instantly perked up, Ieiri Shoko was no longer sleepy or tired. She focused her attention intently. Geto Suguru instinctively rubbed his eyes, but when he looked again, it was still those same words.
Nothing had changed; the words were still the same.
The books were still those same books.
Gojo Satoru slapped the table, no longer annoyed or making a fuss, his eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge: "Teacher, I want to learn this!"
Geto Suguru had already stood up and said to Sawada Tsunayoshi with deep affection, "Teacher, I knew you were my teacher from the moment you entered the school gates."
Ieiri Shoko's decisiveness was the strongest among everyone; she walked straight up to the podium and stood beside Sawada Tsunayoshi.
“Teacher, do you think I have the potential to be a Mafia Godmother?”
Everyone looked at him expectantly, their eyes filled with longing.
This made Sawada Tsunayoshi think dizzily, Reborn, being a teacher doesn't seem that difficult after all.
Chapter 96: The Weak Class Assistant is a Mafia Big Shot
Being a teacher doesn't seem that difficult either; you just have to take the knowledge Reborn gave him and pass it on to others. It's quite simple.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was so dazed by the compliments.
He also experienced the joy of being a teacher, not to mention that these students were good-looking, sweet-talking, each one was more eloquent than the last.
These are all theoretical foundations. Once you have finished learning the theory, I will take you to gain some practical experience.
Having been over-complimented, Sawada Tsunayoshi made a decision.
The moment after he said that, he regretted it. Where was he going to find practice subjects for these kids? And even if he did, what could they actually practice? Was he really going to teach them how to be Mafia bosses?
Isn't that pure Reborn behavior, dragging an innocent teenager into becoming a Mafia boss?