Chapter 113: Cheating Is Fine As Long as You Don't Get Caught!

Chapter 113: Cheating Is Fine As Long as You Don't Get Caught!

"The bigger your heart, the bigger the stage!"

"Knowledge changes fate, diligence creates the future!"

"Today, you are proud of the High School of Specialization, and tomorrow, the High School of Specialization will be proud of you!"

"Strive to be the best; it is our duty!"

On the morning of the competition, Lu Ke gathered the three little ones in front of him and delivered an impassioned speech.

"Nezumi, why do Mr. Lu Ke's words sound so familiar?" Toge whispered to Nezumi.

"You must be joking if you don't recognize the words from the opening ceremony and the hundred-day pledge meeting," Nezumi sneered, thinking that they were called out of bed at six in the morning just to satisfy someone's desire for a performance.

Fushigi whispered a reminder, "Don't talk, or Mr. Lu Ke might target you."

This guy has a small heart! Fushigi had noticed that Mr. Lu Ke's attitude was gradually changing. At first, he seemed a bit unorthodox but still reliable like an adult. However, over time, his attitude became younger and more carefree.

If Fushigi had to describe it, initially, Mr. Lu Ke was like a Samoyed being overworked to pull a sled. Gradually, he became an energetic Alaskan Malamute, and finally, he degenerated into a hyperactive and somewhat dim-witted Husky.

Sometimes, Fushigi even wondered if Mr. Lu Ke dreamed of traveling to another world for adventures at night.

Lu Ke's speech continued, his enthusiasm and passion seemingly capable of melting ice.

"I have a dream!"

"I dream of a day when every student at the High School of Specialization can become a top-tier sorcerer, a prominent figure in the sorcery world, admired by thousands, earning a lot of money, buying a big house, driving a luxury car, and humbly waving off others at reunions, saying, 'I'm just doing okay.'"

"I dream of a day when students from the High School of Specialization can crush the Kyoto brats, stomping them into the ground, making them cry for mercy, and standing obediently on the side, respectfully calling us 'sir.'"

"I dream of a day when students from the High School of Specialization will exorcize curses one by one, handing over the rewards to their teachers and the credit to their peers, everyone looking at each other, each with a bright future ahead."

"I have a dream, I dream of..."

"Cough, cough."

Gojo interrupted Lu Ke's increasingly unrealistic speech, leaning in to remind him.

"Mr. Lu Ke, you're going a bit overboard. Think about our goal."

"Goal?"

Lu Ke blinked, nodded in agreement, "Gojo is right; we need to focus on our goal."

He turned to look at the three little ones.

"Our goal is to be number one. Friendship first, competition second, that's all a load of bull!"

"You represent the face of the High School of Specialization, my face, and Kakashi's face. If we lose this time, I'll make you experience the most painful thing in the world!"

Over the past few weeks, he had been regularly catching grade-one curses for the students to practice on, which had rapidly improved their skills. Even the physically weakest, Nezumi Yabuki, could now fight a polar bear barehanded.

Their curse energy had also surged, and the amount of energy they could generate from emotions was substantial, especially when those emotions were intense.

According to Gojo, in terms of curse energy alone, they were all about the level of Sukuna's three fingers, meaning they could easily handle a domain expansion.

Considering how similar Gojo and Kakashi were, the accuracy of this comparison was very high!

Toge asked with a hint of concern, "Mr. Lu Ke, we will definitely win, but I'm a bit curious, what is the most painful thing in the world?"

Nezumi thought for a moment, "Seeing a boy you like when you're not wearing makeup."

Fushigi, with a blank expression, "Probably leveling up by fighting a much stronger opponent."

Gojo raised his hand, "Definitely being tortured by the information from the Six Eyes."

Lu Ke shook his head seriously.

"Wrong, it's working twelve hours a day, with a two-hour commute, and having to work on weekends!"

"Your colleagues steal your credit and pass the blame to you, the boss is incompetent, the client is picky and keeps changing the plan, and the salary is low and always late!"

"Also, Kakashi, what are you doing in the students' team? Get out!"

Lu Ke pulled out the Persian cat, who was taller than everyone else.

"I heard you plan to give them special training."

Gojo let Lu Ke pull him out, looking pitifully at him, "I didn't even get to eat during the leaky pot incident, and you keep catching grade-one curses to feed them. What about me, Kaito?"

For a 27-year-old adult, Gojo's pouting didn't affect Lu Ke, who wasn't Nan Tong.

"Kaito? What's that?"

"Since I'm Kakashi, you must be Kaito." Gojo reasoned confidently.

Lu Ke recalled the green-suited youth expert from the Naruto memories, falling into thought.

"Do you think I have anything in common with Kaito?"

"Other than being strong in physical techniques, not much," Gojo answered thoughtfully, "You're more like Kakuzu with the appearance of Sasori, and the rumors of you being a miserly combination of Kakuzu and Madara have already spread to Kyoto."

Saying that Lu Ke looked like Sasori made him happy, but calling him Kakuzu made him angry.

Lu Ke chuckled, "People who don't like money can transfer their wealth to me, and I'll handle the things they don't like."

What a joke, there's no one in the world who doesn't like money.

You can do without a girlfriend, without good friends, without anything, but you must have money.

Why do you toil and work so hard if not for that meager income?

A series of honks echoed in the distance, and a long Audi pulled up nearby. Zenin Maki and others were already seated inside, with Idas driving over to pick them up.

The venue for the exchange event was determined by the winning school in the previous year's competition. Last year, Yuta Okkotsu had won decisively, so it was supposed to be held at the Technical College. However, due to the intrusion of the Hourglass, most of the college's facilities were burned and destroyed, so the event was temporarily moved to the Kyoto campus.

Thinking of Yuta Okkotsu, Luk's eyes lit up.

Yuta Okkotsu was one of the five Special Grade Sorcerers in the Cursed Technique world, a prodigy second only to Satoru Gojo among modern sorcerers, and a descendant of one of Japan's three great grudges, Sugawara no Michizane.

What Luk remembered most about Yuta was that he was a reverse version of a pure love warrior.

Yuta's technique was "Imitation," which allowed him to copy the techniques of others by having his shikigami Rika consume a part of the target. This made him quite compatible with Ditto, and Luk was confident that defeating him would quickly unlock Ditto's techniques.

"Kakashi, don't you have a student named Yuta Okkotsu?"

"Yeah, he's one of my proudest students," Satoru Gojo said, his chin lifted with pride.

"Where is he now? Can you call him back to join the competition?" Let me give him a good beating.

Luk kept the last part to himself.

"He's abroad, looking for a Special Grade Cursed Object," Satoru Gojo said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Come to think of it, I haven't received his mission reports in a while."

"Hmm? Could something have happened to him?"

Luk frowned, the story had already been altered by his presence, and he couldn't help but worry.

"Don't worry, Yuta is also a Special Grade Sorcerer and very capable. He's probably just forgotten or been held up by something," Satoru Gojo said, his confidence in Yuta's abilities evident.

"Are you being a bit too arrogant? Maybe your brain has degenerated?" Luk quipped.

Like Superman's super brain, which is supposed to have an intelligence of 999 but always gives the same solution: use super strength and heat vision.

Once you become too powerful, your brain automatically degenerates.

Satoru Gojo chuckled, "Are you talking about yourself? The super, super, super powerful Luk-sensei, I'm starting to wonder if you're some kind of alien species."

Luk was more of a mechanical freak, but in terms of raw stats, he had already far surpassed Satoru Gojo.

"That's really rude. I'm a native Earthling," Luk replied, though his tone was more confident than his words. Narumi and Ditto might not be human, but the other Leks are all proper humans.

Thinking about the 40-year-old child in Bleach, Luk silently added, or proper spirits.

As for the bodies in Naruto that have three times the cell count of a normal person and the bodies in One Piece that can recover from any fatal injury with a good night's sleep, whether they count as proper humans is not my problem. That's up to Oda and Kishimoto to decide.

"Luk-sensei, Gojo-sensei."

Idas, who had driven up to the group, bowed to them, "It's time. We should head out."

"Hold on a moment," Luk said, pulling a small bag from his pocket and handing it to Megumi.

"What's this?"

"Meatballs made from a First Grade Cursed Spirit. They restore injuries and cursed energy. If you're losing, eat one to recover fully."

"Isn't that cheating?"

Megumi pursed her lips, not entirely pleased.

"Not if you don't get caught!"

Luk shook his head seriously, Who didn't sneak a peek at their neighbor's answer or pass a note during exams? You have to be flexible!

"Kiyotaka, you're approved to use Yorucu."

The two dogs, well-fed and pampered, were now powerful enough to tear apart ordinary Special Grade Cursed Spirits.

Yuuji looked at Luk expectantly, "Luk-sensei, what about me?"

"You... just follow your teammates and coast to victory," Luk said after some thought.

"Biased," Yuuji pouted, disappointed, and got into the car.

Shinoda isn't the Nine-Tails. If he were released, his strikes could instantly kill students. Yuuji's physical strength and cursed energy are already strong enough; he doesn't need any extra help.

After distributing the small gifts to the students, Luk was about to get in the car when Idas, looking distressed, stopped him.

"Sorry, Luk-sensei, there aren't enough seats. You and Gojo-sensei's seats are over there."

Idas pointed to the back, where a Mercedes-Benz Landaulet had just pulled up.

"Alright, looks like Idas knows how to treat people."

Luk patted Idas on the shoulder, satisfied. He had only seen such luxury cars on elevated highways and had never experienced them himself.

Satoru Gojo opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, giving him a mysterious smile, "I'm glad you like it."

"What's not to like..."

Luk's hand paused as he opened the door, sweat slowly beading on his forehead.

In the back seat, Ena, dressed in the black uniform of the Technical College, and Mei, in a white dress, sat on either side, leaving a spot for him in the middle.

Ah, a very clever concealment technique.

Luk turned to leave, "On second thought, I'll sit with the students. They can't do without me."

He was grabbed by Mei.

"Just sit down. Don't you want to spend more time with me?"

"H-How could I not?"

Just realized it's Qixi today. Sad.

(End of Chapter)

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