Rebirth In The Days When Curse Gao Was The Boss Chapter 10

Day Ten of Transmigration

The next day, beside the Jujutsu High training grounds.

The sunlight was pleasant, but the field looked somewhat deserted. When Gojo Satoru and Xue Yang strolled over, they only saw a few scattered individuals.

“Yo! Everyone, looking lively!” Gojo Satoru raised his hand, greeting them in his signature, overly energetic tone.

Panda, who was slowly stretching his limbs, was the first to respond. “Satoru! Over here! Maki and Toge are doing physical therapy over there. Inumaki Toge still needs to rest his throat, so it’s just the few of us.”

Fushiguro Megumi leaned against a nearby tree, a small bandage still taped to his forehead. Seeing Gojo Satoru and the unfamiliar Xue Yang, he merely nodded slightly in acknowledgment. Kugisaki Nobara sat on a bench nearby, a book resting on her lap, though she clearly wasn’t reading much; her curious gaze was fixed directly on Xue Yang.

“Special circumstances, most of the injured are still recuperating,” Gojo Satoru explained to Xue Yang, turning his head, then clapped his hands to draw everyone’s attention. “Come on, come on, let me introduce everyone. This is the newly enrolled Xue Yang. He’ll be your classmate from now on.”

Xue Yang stood beside Gojo Satoru, his hands still tucked into his pockets. His posture was relaxed, and a slight curve, somewhere between polite and mocking, played on his lips. His dark, bright eyes unapologetically swept over everyone present, as if evaluating them.

“Xue Yang? Is he a foreigner?” Panda asked innocently.

“Sort of. He came from a very distant place,” Gojo Satoru vaguely glossed over the detail, then introduced the others one by one. “This is Panda. As you can see, he’s a panda and a Cursed Corpse. That black-haired kid with the sour face over there is Fushiguro Megumi. The girl sitting there who looks quite spirited is Kugisaki Nobara. And the other two, Zenin Maki and Inumaki Toge, are currently resting their injuries elsewhere.”

Xue Yang’s gaze lingered on Panda for two extra seconds. He seemed somewhat interested in this talking “non-human” creature but didn’t ask further. He nodded to Fushiguro Megumi and Kugisaki Nobara, considering it a greeting.

“Welcome,” Fushiguro Megumi said concisely.

Kugisaki Nobara laughed heartily. “Welcome to Jujutsu High! Once everyone’s injuries heal, we absolutely must throw you a lively welcome party!”

“Welcome party?” Xue Yang raised an eyebrow. The term was new to him.

“Yeah! It’s when everyone gathers, eats, drinks, plays games, and welcomes the new partner!” Panda explained enthusiastically.

Gojo Satoru took over. “Exactly! But we have to wait until Maki and the others are up and bouncing around again. So, the welcome party is postponed.”

Xue Yang noncommittally hummed an acknowledgment. He had no concept of such group activities and wasn’t particularly looking forward to them.

The simple introductions were complete. Gojo Satoru chatted with Panda and Fushiguro for a few more minutes about their recovery status, then led Xue Yang away from the training grounds.

“What do you think of your new classmates?” Gojo Satoru asked casually as they walked along a wooded path at Jujutsu High.

“A bunch of wounded soldiers,” Xue Yang replied very directly, with a hint of dismissiveness. “That Panda is somewhat interesting.”

“Right? Panda is very popular, you know,” Gojo Satoru chuckled. “Don’t underestimate those wounded soldiers, they are very strong. Especially Maki and Fushiguro.”

Xue Yang snorted, not taking the bait. Whether they were strong or not, he’d only know after fighting them.

For the next period, Gojo Satoru began fulfilling his duty as a “modern life mentor.” He took Xue Yang back to the dorm room assigned to him and pulled out the new phone purchased yesterday.

“This is called a mobile phone. It’s one of the most important tools for modern people,” Gojo Satoru waved his own phone in front of Xue Yang. “You can talk over long distances, send messages, buy things, pay, look up information… it can do almost anything.”

Xue Yang took the brand-new smartphone. It was cool and smooth to the touch, the black screen like a piece of dark jade. He tried pressing a button on the side; the screen lit up, displaying complex icons and interfaces.

“How do I use it?” he looked up and asked, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Gojo Satoru leaned closer and began teaching him the most basic functions: turning it on, unlocking, dialing, and sending text messages (though Gojo Satoru himself rarely used that function). Xue Yang learned quickly. His fingers slid and tapped across the screen, moving from awkwardness to proficiency in a very short time. He seemed to have a natural aptitude for things requiring precise operation and logical understanding.

“What is this ‘Camera’?” Xue Yang asked, pointing to an icon.

“Ah, this can record the scene in front of you, like painting, but faster and more realistic.” Gojo Satoru opened the camera function and snapped a picture of Xue Yang.

Xue Yang watched the image of himself instantly freeze on the screen. His pupils contracted slightly, and a flicker of surprise crossed his face, quickly replaced by interest. “A recording spiritual artifact?” he muttered under his breath.

“You could understand it that way,” Gojo Satoru heard his whisper and smiled, putting his phone away. “There are many fun things. You’ll learn slowly.”

Next, Gojo Satoru briefly introduced the basic usage of modern facilities like electric lights, running water, flush toilets (Xue Yang commented, “Cleaner than a latrine”), and television (after switching through a few channels, Xue Yang showed brief interest in the moving, talking figures inside but quickly found it noisy).

Xue Yang’s ability to absorb information was astonishing. Although he occasionally showed disdain for certain “conveniences,” overall, he was rapidly absorbing and understanding the operating rules of this completely foreign world.

“Basically, knowing this much is enough for now. We’ll deal with the rest as it comes,” Gojo Satoru checked the time. “Remember the most important thing: here, murder, assault, and theft are serious crimes. You will be pursued by people called ‘police’ and locked up in ‘prison.’ While your ability probably means you don’t fear them, it will be troublesome, extremely troublesome. So, put away your dangerous thoughts and habits, understand?” Gojo Satoru’s tone carried his usual lightness, but the gaze behind his sunglasses held an undeniable warning.

Xue Yang met his eyes for a moment, then suddenly grinned, revealing two sharp canine teeth. “As long as others don’t provoke me.”

Gojo Satoru stared at him for a few seconds, then smiled too, reaching out to ruffle Xue Yang’s curly hair. “Don’t worry, no one at Jujutsu High will provoke you without reason. As for the outside world… I’m here.”

His movements were more natural and intimate than before, as if the invisible barrier between them had thinned slightly after a day of interaction.

Xue Yang tilted his head to avoid the hand, his face expressionless, but he didn’t voice any objection. He lowered his head, fiddling with the phone in his hand again. The light from the screen flickered in his eyes.

This era, these rules, and this man named Gojo Satoru, who was ridiculously strong yet behaved strangely… everything was very interesting. He licked the corner of his mouth, as if savoring the taste of yesterday’s dessert, or perhaps anticipating a new “game.”