Chapter 4 Is there nothing wrong with working?
When Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru were brutally attacked by their mentor's personality modification Iron Fist, Fushiguro Shige, one of the fathers of the children at the center of the storm, was also at the center of another storm.
"You said you hoped I'd settle down for a while and not take any astral plasma missions?" A dark-haired man with a long, thin scar at the corner of his mouth leaned back on the sofa, looking at him sarcastically. His careless, lazy posture betrayed the danger of bursting into action at any moment. "To save the world? Ha, I don't think the world needs saving. Compared to that, I care more about the bounty of that mission you mentioned."
“I won’t do anything that doesn’t make money.”
Cheng Xiaoyu had expected Fushiguro Shige's reaction. As a hard-working worker, she understood the importance of money to workers and knew that she could not play the moral card at such a time.
I understand, but who isn't a worker? She's also a worker who suffers from overtime!
"It doesn't matter. I don't care about the life and death of individual humans. I just came to remind you to reduce my workload." Cheng Xiaoyu did not make him compromise on the moral level as Fushiguro Shier hoped. Instead, he turned and left, leaving only a casual remark, "Anyway, Fushiguro Megumi is not my child."
Faced with a veteran like Fu Heishen'er, Cheng Xiaoyu refused to waste time and energy talking to him.
Arguing with the sorcerer's senior management and teasing the two little devils are all ways to have fun without affecting work. In essence, it is paid slacking off. No worker can refuse the joy of paid slacking off.
But it's different here. Cheng Xiaoyu can't kill Fushiguro Shigeki right now, otherwise she doesn't know who to find to stab Gojo Satoru with a knife. Fushiguro Megumi also doesn't know what to do, and she will definitely have unnecessary workload.
Anyway, she has already reminded Fushiguro Shigeki, and it is his business whether he listens to the advice or not. At worst, Cheng Xiaoyu can just take Tennen Riko away and lock her up until the deadline, which will be more convenient. After all, it is not her who will have to pay money or even her life if she fails to complete the task.
"What do you mean? Oh, yes, I do have a son." Fushiguro Shier frowned and then quickly stretched his brows, mocking loudly as if he had heard a huge joke, "You're not going to threaten me with that brat, are you? Then go ahead and do it."
Cheng Xiaoyu's eyes lightly swept across Fushiguro Shin'er's clenched hand, as if there was not a deadly steel ball in it that could easily break an adult's bones in the hands of Tianyu Tyrant.
Although Fushiguro Shigeki always acts like a complete scumbag who doesn't care about his child in front of others, and he also admits that he cannot be considered a responsible and good father, and cannot even be classified as a "scumbag", Fushiguro Shigeki does not care about the life and death of his own son.
When his actions would affect his son's life, Fushiguro Shige was not as calm as he appeared.
Just as he was about to shoot a steel ball to break the suspicious woman's leg bones and continue questioning, the black-haired woman who broke into the house in the middle of the night disappeared out the window just like she had come. She didn't even spare a glance for Fushiguro Shier, leaving only a few words that echoed in the empty room:
"I'm just giving you a friendly reminder for a friend's sake. What you decide to do has nothing to do with me, and it won't affect my enthusiasm for completing my work and leaving on time."
The riddler's message and his perfunctory attitude of running away after revealing the explosive news made Fushiguro Shige, who had been living like a walking corpse since his wife's death, feel angry for the first time in a long time.
What an outrageous work attitude! Even a decadent person like him is not so perfunctory at work!
"Tsk." Fushiguro Shier ruffled his hair in annoyance, "Where did I leave that kid?"
For him, it doesn't matter whether he is alive or dead, but Hui, only he and her child must live.
That child is different from his father. He has unparalleled talent and a healthier outlook on life.
Therefore, Hui should and must live a better life than his awful and useless father.
"Otherwise, how am I going to explain to that stupid woman after I go down?"
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After delivering the message to Fushiguro Shigeru, Cheng Xiaoyu went to Beika Town again, killed a few illegal cursed spirits, recovered a few small infiltration points from other worlds, and finally bought a cup of Oreo Ruby Milk Tea and strolled back to the Jujutsu High School.
"No wonder they called me, a guy who just came out of sick leave, to take over the job. The situation in this world is indeed a bit serious." Cheng Xiaoyu frowned as he read the detection report given by the portable system.
"Even the timeline is messed up, affecting a hundred years? Damn it! Do I have to go through the calendars of every world for the past hundred years to see who's hiding something? What an incredible workload!"
Because Beika Town appeared in this fusion world, and under the influence of the timeline chaos of Conan's world, where six Valentine's Days and six winters occurred in half a year, it is normal for this new fusion world to have more or less timeline disorder, but a hundred years? What a joke!
The affected timeline is abnormally large, which is why the company is asking you to return to work early. The robotic voice of number 233 sounded somewhat helpless. "At that time, all employees except you were short-lived individuals who hadn't yet passed the century-long transition period. Rashly assigning them to a long-term mission that exceeded their species' lifespans could easily lead to accidents. Furthermore, they were all newbies, and the actual time required to complete the mission might exceed a hundred years. Host, please work hard and I'll apply for overtime allowances and pay for you. We'll resume our vacation as soon as we get off work!"
After an on-site inspection and confirming that he would receive generous subsidies and overtime pay, Cheng Xiaoyu expressed his understanding of the company's decision to ask him to work overtime urgently.
If young employees who are short-sighted and don't know how to work at multiple speeds come over, they will go crazy by the time the task is completed.
Working non-stop for longer hours than one's lifespan would drive any intelligent creature crazy.
What does going to work bring to people?
Passing by an office building, Cheng Xiaoyu, who is also a social animal, couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he saw the curse spirits that almost everyone had, which were entwined on the shoulders of the early morning workers.
Ever since she started working and working overtime, she has become more adept at using the black energy spell than the justice energy spell.
While her soul being classified as a demon was inescapable, taking a step back, isn't there something wrong with working? The most irrefutable proof is that no worker—especially one who goes to work on a Monday morning—will exude anything other than resentment!
I couldn't believe how happy a child she would be if she didn't have to work.
Cheng Xiaoyu sucked the last pearl from the milk tea and threw the empty cup into the trash can. Amid the workers behind her exclaiming, "My shoulders suddenly seem to be less heavy," she put her hands in her pockets and disappeared into the crowd.
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As soon as Cheng Xiaoyu stepped into Tokyo Jujutsu High School, she saw a white figure approaching her quickly. There were dark circles under the beautiful blue eyes, and several large red and swollen bumps under the snow-white and crystal white hair.
"You're finally back. Explain everything to me right away, you old witch!"
All night long, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru waited for the Riddler, who had just dropped the bombshell and walked away, while frantically memorizing parenting tips under the iron fist of their mentor, in preparation for the future.
When had the proud Rokugan ever suffered such an injustice in his entire life? After sensing the black energy in the message, the furious Gojo Satoru rushed down directly, determined to seek an explanation for his future innocence that had been tarnished (and not yet).
"At least tell me who that scumbag is. Can't I just avoid her?"
Hearing this, the corners of Cheng Xiaoyu's mouth, which had been bent by the pressure of work, lifted up again.
Fun is right at my doorstep, and I can slack off at work and have some fun while working. That’s great!
"They say the secrets of heaven must not be revealed. How could an old witch like me possibly know? I can't tell you who that woman is." Cheng Xiaoyu sighed pretentiously and patted Gojo Satoru on the shoulder. "Raising offspring is a challenge that most people have to go through in their lives, so be brave and face the challenges ahead, young man."
"But among that majority, how many of them became fathers of two children before even graduating from high school, and the children aren't even their own?"
Gojo Satoru was almost pissed off by Cheng Xiaoyu's nonsense.
"What's this all about the mysterious secret that can't be revealed? If it really couldn't be revealed, why didn't you say it in the first place? You definitely just want to make fun of me!"
"Yeah, what else?" Cheng Xiaoyu tilted her head slightly and smiled sincerely, "After all, I'm an old witch, and old witches love to make children cry, especially pretty children like you."
"So you did it on purpose."
Gojo Satoru's pupils dilated slightly and his voice became louder. He believed he had grasped the key to a winning comeback.
"Ha! I was wondering how I could possibly do such a stupid thing. It turns out this was all a prank you, a nasty old witch, came up with to vent your anger!"
Not really.
Cheng Xiaoyu looked at Gojo Satoru with caring eyes for the mentally retarded.
After all, he has lived for so many years, how could he be defeated by Gojo Satoru's words "old witch"?
Gojo Satoru, who was carefully trained by a noble family, still hasn't completely lost his moral character. The verbal harm he caused to Cheng Xiaoyu was not even a fraction of what her traitorous disciple had done.
After all, that guy's vocabulary at the age of ten was enough to get him several doctorates.
"I'm older than all those old idiots in your family combined. You don't really think age-shaming can hurt me, do you, you little dwarf who hasn't even grown all his hair yet?"
"Who are you talking about? Me?" Gojo Satoru raised his hand in disbelief to indicate the height difference between himself and Cheng Xiaoyu. He really couldn't believe that the woman in front of him, who was not even as tall as his shoulders, dared to say that he, a man of 1.8 meters, was short.
Putting aside his age, his height is not considered short in Asia!
"So you admit that your hair hasn't grown out yet."
Cheng Xiaoyu glanced at Gojo Satoru, shook his head and let out a loud sigh, then spoke to Yega Zhengdao, who had already chased Gojo Satoru to the scene but didn't have time to interrupt.
"Don't hit the kid on the head too much. He's not smart to begin with, and he hasn't learned the reversal technique in all this time. If you keep hitting him, he won't grow taller, and then he won't be able to fight others. That would be too tragic."
After saying that, Cheng Xiaoyu patted Wujo Satoru's shoulder, who was about to explode with anger, and said earnestly: "It's okay. It's a good thing that you don't grow tall. You can save some money on wood when you make a coffin later."
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