Surveillance and double agents

After taking a bath, Tsurumi Kawakami sat upright at his desk in his monster pajamas. He stared at the white paper in front of him for a while, then slowly frowned, biting the pen tip, unsure of how to begin writing.

After racking his brains for a long time without figuring out how to write it, Tsurumi Kawaru thought for a moment, picked up a pen and paper, ran out of the dormitory, and knocked on Xia Youjie's door.

The door was opened from the inside, and before Tsurumi Kawaru could even speak, he heard Gojo Satoru's voice coming from inside the room.

"I knew it, Liu would definitely come too!"

Xia Youjie, who opened the door, had already taken a shower. He changed into a loose gray pajama. Hearing Gojo Satoru's words, he gritted his teeth and turned to glare fiercely at Gojo Satoru, who was sitting cross-legged on the carpet.

"That's no reason for you to make me write a self-criticism. You should do your own thing."

Gojo Satoru, engrossed in his game, replied without looking up, "I really can't write it, Jetsu, just write it for me. The capable should do more."

Xia Youjie was so angry he laughed. He let Tsurumi Kawaru in first, then slammed the door shut with a bang, as if venting his anger.

Tsurumi looked around, sat down opposite Gojo Satoru, placed his paper and pen on the small table, glanced at Natsumi Yuuki, and said in a low voice, "I'm not very good at writing either."

After saying that, he looked up at Xia Youjie, his golden eyes sparkling like flowing honey in the bright light, and asked, "May I see what Jie wrote?"

Upon hearing the second half of the sentence, Xia Youjie inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the half-page self-criticism on the table and handed it over: "If you really don't know how, you can copy mine."

Hearing Xia Youjie's gentle whispers, Gojo Satoru, who was playing a game nearby, became somewhat dissatisfied. He looked up at them and muttered, "Ha Jie, you weren't treating me like that just now."

Tsurumi Kawa was nodding as he accepted Natsumi Yujie's self-criticism when he heard Gojo Satoru's words before he could even read it. He turned to look over there, but there wasn't a single word written on the self-criticism in front of him.

“If you can’t write it either, we can look at it together.” Tsurumi Kawakami moved closer to Gojo Satoru and placed Natsuyuki’s self-criticism in front of the two of them.

Gojo Satoru threw down his game console, took Xia Youjie's self-criticism from him, and read it aloud with a laugh: "I admit my mistake, I shouldn't have fought with my classmate..."

In an instant, shame mingled with a surge of anger, and Xia Youjie's fist hardened. His face darkened, and he lunged forward to punch Gojo Satoru: "Shut up! I didn't tell you to read it!"

He snatched the half-written self-criticism from Tsurumi Kawaru and handed it back to him: "You keep it, don't show it to him, he can write it or not, it's up to him."

Tsurumi Kawaru took the apology, looked at Gojo Satoru who was rubbing the spot where he had been punched and muttering to himself, opened his mouth but didn't say anything in the end, and just moved back to his original position.

Gojo Satoru didn't go all out just now, but now he's not only taken a punch, but he's also gone without a word of self-reflection.

After Tsurumi Kawa returned to his original seat, he carefully read through Xia Youjie's self-criticism and finally had some ideas on how to write it.

He followed Xia Youjie's example and began to write earnestly with his pen in hand.

Gojo Satoru put his hand down and saw Tsurumi Kawaru lying on the table, seriously writing a self-criticism. Noticing the movement he had just made, he muttered something, picked up a pen, and started writing a self-criticism as well.

The three of them huddled together writing, and for a moment the only sound was the nib of the pen scratching the paper.

A three-thousand-word self-criticism is quite a lot for someone who has never written one before. Tsurumi Kawakami stopped writing after two-thirds of it. He looked at the empty half-page behind him, scratched his head, and looked up at Xia Youjie next to him.

"Jie, I feel like I can't write anymore." The black-haired, golden-eyed boy leaned forward, propping himself up on the table, and peered at Xia Youjie's self-criticism, which he had already finished writing.

Gojo Satoru wrote quickly, eventually surpassing Tsurumi Kawakami. As he wrote, he said, "Hey, just write more later to make sure you don't write that next time, and make sure you reach the word count."

After writing the last word, Xia Youjie lightly touched the paper with the tip of his pen and wrote his name. He picked up the pen cap, put it back on, and nodded upon hearing this.

Tsurumi Kawaru glanced at Xia Youjie's self-criticism a few times, compared it to his own, and then continued writing.

As he wrote, he asked curiously, "Do we have to write self-criticisms when we go to school?"

Gojo Satoru hummed in agreement, his pen moving smoothly without any hesitation, though the handwriting was a bit unsteady: "Anyway, I've never written this before."

Xia Youjie got up, poured himself a glass of water, moistened his throat, and explained to Tsurumi Kawa: "It depends. The school I attended before didn't require us to write this."

Upon hearing this, Tsurumi Kawakami looked up at him: "Are other schools and vocational colleges the same?"

Xia Youjie gave him a strange look: "Liu, never went to school?"

Tsurumi Kawakami blinked and nodded.

After finishing his self-criticism, Gojo Satoru threw down his pen, shook his hand, and said nonchalantly, "I've never been to school either; I've been studying at home and online."

Xia Youjie took another sip of ice water from his glass, his gaze towards the two of them filled with shock and disbelief: "Is there no elementary school in the world of sorcery, only vocational high schools?"

Tsurumi Kawari pricked up his ears and turned to look at Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru leaned back against the sofa, his long legs stretched out casually. He was also wearing sunglasses, the lenses of which were darker than ordinary sunglasses and reflected the light slightly.

"No, even the vocational college is a recent establishment. Spellcasters from family lineages learn in their families, but I'm different. I finished learning all that stuff a long time ago, and I didn't want to face my old man at home every day, so I came to the vocational college."

Tsurumi Kawaru listened in a daze, while Natsumi Yuki gained a better understanding of the world of sorcery from his words.

"There are already very few sorcerers, and the advanced training is a kind of selection process. However, those old geezers at the higher levels are quite annoying, and their daily jargon is tiresome to listen to."

Gojo Satoru spoke very rudely about those high-ranking people.

Tsurumi River recalled the Japanese garden he mentioned, where people sat behind screens. Although he couldn't see what they looked like, their tone of voice was rather unpleasant.

Thinking of this, Tsurumi Kawakuri suddenly remembered the task he had been assigned.

So, looking at Gojo Satoru with great curiosity, he asked, "You don't like them, so they don't like you either?"

That's why those people entrusted him with supervising Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru paused, then turned to look at Tsurumi Kawakami. He adjusted his sunglasses, partially revealing the six eyes hidden behind them, and asked with some surprise, "Why do you say that, Ang?"

Tsurumi Nagare thought for a moment and said, "I used to live in the mushroom house in the park. One night when I came home from get off work, I saw a strange thing. Later, Director Yamashita told me that it was a level 2 cursed spirit."

He paused for a moment, then continued, “Supervisor Yamashita said I was a sorcerer, and the next day he took me to a Japanese garden halfway up a mountain. There was a dark room with candles inside, and the people there were sitting behind a screen. They told me they could sponsor my education at a vocational college, but I had to keep an eye on Gojo Satoru.”

Tsurumi Kawakami recounted everything that had happened in the room that day, then stared intently at Gojo Satoru, asking seriously, "So, they don't like you either?"

Gojo Satoru was stunned by the information in Tsurumi Kawakami's words. It took him a few seconds to react. He immediately bristled and cursed, "Those old guys are capable of any despicable means. You're here to spy on me, huh?"

He pulled down his sunglasses, his six eyes gleaming as he stared directly at Tsurumi Kawaru. Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow and said, "Kawaru, ignore those old geezers. I can sponsor you too!"

Tsurumi Kawakami's eyes widened slightly, making his already round eyes even rounder, with the corners drooping slightly. When he looked up at people, his eyes were clear and innocent.

"Hey, is it okay if I can't go to the park where I used to live? And I can't even get enough to eat at the convenience store..."

Tsurumi River recalled that the park where he used to live was damaged because of the exorcism of that level-two cursed spirit, and the mushroom house was destroyed. He worked at Grandma Sonoko's convenience store, but his salary was not enough to fill his stomach.

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow, took out his phone and called the Gojo family. After giving them a few instructions, he hung up and said to him, "That's enough. I'll get the Gojo family involved and transfer your guardianship to them."

Tsurumi Kawakami's eyes lit up, then he thought of the higher-ups, scratched his cheek in confusion, and said, "Will this be okay? They'll find out, won't they?"

Gojo Satoru wasn't too concerned. He had encountered many assassination attempts since he was a child, and it was unclear whether those high-ranking figures in the sorcery world had intervened. Besides, he was the strongest.

Xia Youjie, who had been listening to the two talking and had tried to speak several times but couldn't get a word in edgewise, finally finished processing what was going on. Seeing that Gojo Satoru didn't seem to care at all, he finally couldn't help but speak up.

Xia Youjie said, "It's better not to let them know. Since you sent Liu to monitor you, if you transfer Liu to the Gotiao family in such a high-profile manner, they will know that this matter has failed and they are very likely to send people again."

While discussing this matter, Xia Youjie's expression was somewhat complicated. He hadn't expected that a high-ranking member of the sorcery world would do such a thing. Regardless of Gojo Satoru's role in this, the fact that a high-ranking member acted dishonestly completely overturned Xia Youjie's previous positive image.

"But why are the higher-ups so wary of you?" Xia Youjie asked, puzzled.

Upon hearing this, Tsurumi Kawakami nodded, leaning on the table with his golden eyes wide open, looking curiously at Gojo Satoru.

"Well, I guess my existence changed the world of jutsu," Gojo Satoru said casually. "Because the Six-Eyed One broke the balance of the jutsu world, the number of curses increased after I was born."

Hearing his words, Tsurumi Kawakami and Natsuyuki were both a little taken aback.

After finishing his sentence, Gojo Satoru remembered that the old geezers at the higher-ups had actually sent Tsurumi Kawaru to monitor him. He pondered Xia Youjie's words for a moment and felt that what he said made some sense.

"Ah, I've got it!" Gojo Satoru clenched his fist, excitedly looking at him and saying, "Let Ryu be a double agent. On the surface, he'll be someone Old Orange sent to monitor me, but in reality, I've already bribed Ryu and he's one of my own!"

"Liu can report some false information about me to Old Orange, and at the same time, he can also learn about their operations from Old Orange. This is equivalent to receiving double pay."

Upon hearing this, Tsurumi Kawakami nodded in sudden understanding, his expression equally excited: "Wow! Satoru, you're so smart!"

"Hmph, I'm going to become the strongest."

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A simpleton easily bribed, adorably clueless. (jpg)