Rebirth In The Days When Curse Gao Was The Boss Chapter 13

Day Thirteen of Transmigration

Ever since Xue Yang dealt with the spirit board entity by himself, the higher-ups had been relentlessly assigning him missions for a full week. Finally resolving the last Cursed Spirit, Xue Yang reached his limit. He stormed directly into Gojo Satoru’s dorm, demanding that Gojo Satoru take him to the higher-ups—he needed to have a serious talk with them.

Although Gojo Satoru had just finished his own work and hadn’t had a chance to rest, he was more interested in seeing those rotten oranges make fools of themselves, so he agreed to Xue Yang’s request.

After Xue Yang had his “friendly negotiation” with the higher-ups using his “special” methods, he was indeed left in peace. The piled-up missions were distributed, and he only needed to occasionally pick and choose the ones he liked to handle. Gojo Satoru also gained an extra week of vacation as a result.

During that rare week of vacation, Gojo Satoru watched Xue Yang listlessly curled up in the dorm playing games, and a sudden impulse struck him.

“Let’s go, I’m taking you somewhere nice,” Gojo Satoru snatched Xue Yang’s phone away.

Xue Yang looked up, annoyed. “What for?”

“Shopping for clothes, then we’ll go out and play for a few days,” Gojo Satoru stated matter-of-factly. “It’s winter. That single layer you’re wearing looks cold.”

Gojo Satoru took him to one of Tokyo’s most upscale malls, heading straight for the luxury men’s wear section. His taste was sharp; he picked out winter clothes with clean cuts and superior materials, including cool leather jackets, soft, warm cashmere sweaters, and windproof, insulating down jackets. Xue Yang was initially a bit critical, but under Gojo Satoru’s urging of “trying it on doesn’t cost anything,” he eventually changed into the new clothes.

When he walked out of the fitting room wearing a black cashmere sweater with dark red patterns and slim-fit trousers, even the well-traveled store clerk couldn’t help but glance at him repeatedly. The fitted clothing outlined the youth’s lean but not frail physique. His slightly curly black hair contrasted with his fair skin, and his amber eyes appeared bright under the lights, carrying a hint of untamed wildness—both cute and cool, a contradictory yet attractive combination.

“Not bad, not bad, it suits you perfectly!” Gojo Satoru nodded in satisfaction, swiped his card without hesitation, and let Xue Yang leave wearing the new outfit.

After a hearty dinner, it was late. Gojo Satoru didn’t take Xue Yang back to Jujutsu High but drove to a high-rise penthouse apartment in the center of Tokyo.

“We’re staying here tonight,” Gojo Satoru entered the password and opened the door.

The apartment was decorated in a modern minimalist style with an excellent view. Outside the massive floor-to-ceiling windows was the dazzling city nightscape. Xue Yang surveyed the place, which was clearly not often occupied but was spotlessly clean.

Gojo Satoru excitedly pulled Xue Yang, who had changed into comfortable casual wear, and took several selfies in front of the window. In the photos, the white-haired man smiled flamboyantly, one arm around the black-haired youth beside him, whose expression was slightly disdainful but undeniably refined. The backdrop was the bustling night of Tokyo. Gojo Satoru quickly operated his phone, sending the photos to Itadori Yuji, Fushiguro Megumi, and others who were currently struggling with missions.

Almost instantly, his phone buzzed.

Itadori Yuji: “Gojo-sensei! Xue Yang! Where are you playing?! I’m so jealous!”

Fushiguro Megumi: “…Be careful. (Read and ignored)”

Kugisaki Nobara: “Damn it! Leaving us behind to enjoy yourselves! Xue Yang’s new clothes look great! Send me the link!”

Panda: “Satoru! Taking the new guy out but not us! Favoritism!”

Gojo Satoru looked at the barrage of “greetings” and put away his phone, thoroughly satisfied.

During bath time, Xue Yang insisted on bathing alone, but Gojo Satoru followed him in under the pretense of “worrying you won’t know how to use the fancy massage bathtub.” Although Xue Yang eventually chased him out with the threat of “keep nagging and I’ll use you to test the poison,” Gojo Satoru continued to “instruct” him incessantly from outside the door.

When it was time to sleep, Xue Yang tried to find a guest room, but Gojo Satoru directly pulled him into the master bedroom.

“I’ll sleep by myself,” Xue Yang tried to struggle.

“Eh? Is Teacher worried that the new student will be scared sleeping alone in a strange environment?” Gojo Satoru spoke earnestly, but the strength in his hand was undeniable, hauling Xue Yang onto the excessively spacious king-sized bed.

Xue Yang’s height of 180 centimeters was not short for a male, but when he was completely encircled in the arms of the nearly 190-centimeter Gojo Satoru like a stuffed toy, he seemed… just right. Warm body heat permeated through the thin pajamas. His nose was filled with Gojo Satoru’s faint scent, like a pine forest after snow mixed with a hint of sweetness. Xue Yang’s body stiffened for a moment. A steady heartbeat sounded behind him. A strange feeling of being completely enveloped made him feel somewhat helpless, but after struggling a few times to no avail, perhaps due to the exhaustion of the past few days, or perhaps because this embrace was unexpectedly not unpleasant, he slowly relaxed and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, Gojo Satoru took Xue Yang onto a plane bound for Hokkaido. This was Xue Yang’s first time flying. In the waiting lounge and immediately after boarding, he showed immense curiosity toward this giant “iron bird,” touching here and looking there. Especially the strong pushback during takeoff and the scenery gradually shrinking outside the window made his eyes widen slightly.

However, once the novelty wore off, Xue Yang quickly lost interest. Leaning back in the comfortable seat, he pouted and said to Gojo Satoru, “It’s not even as fast as my Calamity.”

The moment the words left his mouth, he paused. Since the last major battle, Gojo Satoru had not returned his Personal Sword, Calamity, and he himself had been so engrossed in mobile games and adapting to his new life that he had completely forgotten about it.

He immediately turned to look at Gojo Satoru, his gaze sharp. “Where is my Calamity?”

Gojo Satoru was leisurely sipping the juice provided by the flight attendant. Hearing the question, he blinked, his sunglasses sliding down his nose to reveal innocent, sky-blue eyes. “Oh, that dangerous controlled weapon? Teacher is holding onto it for you, okay?”

“Where?” Xue Yang pressed, his tone laced with threat.

“Secret~” Gojo Satoru smiled, refusing to budge.

Xue Yang was so angry his teeth itched, but knowing he couldn’t beat the unscrupulous teacher right now, he could only turn his head to look at the layers of clouds outside the window, sulking to himself. This sulking continued until they arrived at the ski resort and changed into full skiing gear.

Gojo Satoru briefly explained the use of the skis and the basic movements. Xue Yang learned extremely fast; his excellent balance and physical coordination were fully displayed. After the initial few stumbles, he was quickly able to glide steadily down the beginner slope, even starting to attempt simple turns.

The vast snowfield, the clear blue sky, the whistling wind, and the thrill of speed quickly dispersed the unhappiness in Xue Yang’s heart. He challenged the beginner slope, moved to the intermediate slope, and finally even followed Gojo Satoru to test the edges of the advanced slope. White snow spray flew up, and the youth’s figure carved smooth arcs across the snow. A pure, unrestrained smile, one he had never worn before, was on his face. His amber eyes, reflecting the snowlight, shone astonishingly bright.

Gojo Satoru skied beside him, watching his genuine smile, and couldn’t help but curve his own lips. He slid up next to Xue Yang and leaned in to ask, “How is it? Gojo-sensei specifically ditched work to bring you out to relax. Aren’t you touched?”

Xue Yang stopped moving, breathing slightly heavily, a thin layer of sweat on his temples from the exercise. He looked at Gojo Satoru with clear eyes. This was the first time since his birth that someone had done so many novel and interesting things with him, not out of exploitation, not out of calculation, but simply because they “wanted him to be happy.” A hard corner in his heart seemed to be gently nudged, stirring a strange warmth.

But he clearly wasn’t used to expressing such emotions. He immediately shifted his gaze, pretending to adjust his ski goggles, and changed the subject in a stiff tone. “I’m hungry. Hurry up and go eat. Don’t waste time talking nonsense.”

Gojo Satoru looked at his slightly reddened ear tips and his forced composure, letting out a low chuckle. He gracefully didn’t press the issue. “Alright, alright. I’ll take you to eat hot soup curry… or maybe hot pot?”

“Hot pot!” Xue Yang answered immediately, his eyes lighting up again.

That night, they returned to the reserved hot spring hotel. This time, Gojo Satoru simply hugged his pillow and shamelessly moved into Xue Yang’s room.

“Are we sleeping together again tonight?” Xue Yang raised an eyebrow.

“Xue Yang brand human doll. It’s incredibly comfortable to hug while sleeping,” Gojo Satoru declared self-righteously. “Warm and reassuring.”

Xue Yang glared at him, but ultimately said nothing in protest, tacitly agreeing. Thus, Gojo Satoru once again got his way, scooping the youth into his arms, and satisfyingly sighed, “Ah, it really is most comfortable sleeping while hugging you…”

Before he could finish, Xue Yang elbowed him in the ribs. Although it wasn’t hard, it was enough to make him wince and quiet down, honestly holding his “exclusive doll” and drifting off to sleep. In the darkness, Xue Yang listened to the steady breathing behind him, feeling the warmth enveloping him. It was a long, long time before he slowly closed his eyes.