02

I've finished packing for school—I thought I'd pack light, but I discovered I have quite a bit of jumbled belongings. Considering my own technique, I've also stuffed a lightbulb into the suitcase (who knows if I'll ever need it?). As for the rest of the miscellaneous items, I'll probably buy them after I start school.

Put on a brand new uniform, leave the house where you have lived for several years, get in a taxi, put on an eye mask and take a nap.

I watched the surveillance video for a long time last night. My fever just subsided, and my head is still a little hot.

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror and was about to say something when he noticed that the girl in the back seat had fallen asleep with her face buried in her turtleneck.

He smacked his lips and drove quietly.

The place this little girl went to is a bit remote. Could she be going there to climb the mountain?

*

The first person to arrive was Naoko Ieiri. She was picked up by a special car, which was a reversal of the nanny's style. When she arrived, only Masamichi Yaga was there to greet her at the school gate.

She needed no introduction as she had lived in the magic circle since she was a child. Ye Mo Zhengdao had long heard of the rarity of the reversal technique. He briefly explained the campus layout and course content, and let her go to clean up the dormitory.

There was a four-story student dormitory, and Ieiri Naoko chose a room on the second floor near the stairs.

The scarcity of sorcerers gave her less worries when choosing a room; she only had three classmates. Besides the six-eyed god, of whom she had heard a lot, she hoped the other two would be less difficult to deal with.

It was a rare opportunity to get away from those half-buried old men. She wanted to live a peaceful life, but it was difficult to achieve because of the troublesome Rokugan from the Gojo family.

That’s six eyes, you can imagine how lively life will be in the future.

Naoko Ieiri pushed the door open with her suitcase, simply decorated the room, changed into her uniform, and went out for a stroll.

*

Refusing his family's offer to accompany him, Geto Suguru headed to his new school alone. Although he had anticipated this before choosing the school, such as its small population and remote location, he was a bit skeptical about it being this far from Tokyo.

When they learned that the only teacher in charge of their first grade was Yega Masamichi, and there were only three other students in the same class, and even there were not many seniors in the school.

He's kind of cracked.

When passing by the spacious playground, he saw a girl in uniform from afar. She was probably his classmate.

"The third and fourth floors are the men's dormitories. You can choose one."

Not having any special needs, Geto chose the room closest to him on the third floor. He quickly packed up, changed into his uniform, and left. Yega Masamichi said he would be notified to gather in the classroom once the four of them arrived, but he could explore the school before then.

Thinking of the girl he saw on the playground, Geto Suguru chose another direction.

Before we were formally introduced, he didn't want to get in touch and had no topics to talk about. In order to avoid awkwardness, it was better not to meet him.

*

Gojo Satoru suddenly decided to try the limited-edition dessert at the center of the road. After waiting in line for quite a while, it was already noon when he arrived at this remote spot, time for lunch. He swaggered into the school, paper bag in hand, without texting Yemo Zhengdao, wandering around the campus alone.

Zhiyega Zhengdao was waiting for the students to enter the school. Apart from Geto Suguru and Naoko Ieiri, there was no movement at all. While he was wondering, he heard the vibration inside the school.

?

What happened?

When he arrived, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru were fighting fiercely, and the damage to the surrounding buildings was still within the normal range.

"Hahahahahahaha, you're pretty good."

"Hello, what's your name? I'm Gojo Satoru."

"Geto Suguru."

That's what it means when there's no friendship without fighting, two problem students.

The girl squatting and watching from a distance waved to Ye Mo Zhengdao.

He was already starting to have a headache; today he really understood how difficult it was to deal with Six Eyes.

There is still one student missing. He said this morning that the journey was too far and he would arrive late.

"Gather in the classroom."

She should be here soon. She said she would be at school at one o'clock.

*

"Huh? There's someone who came later than me?"

The white-haired boy slumped over his desk, his sunglasses sliding down his nose, revealing those distinctive eyes. His tone of discontent, his expression of impatience, and other than that, his lack of movement, simply expressing his attitude, was enough to demonstrate his arrogance and disregard for others.

"Wait a little longer."

Looking out the window with his chin supported, Geto Suguru said nonchalantly.

Let's finish this quickly, it's past dinner time. Ieiri Naoko had already slumped down and closed her eyes.

*

At 12:50, Ye Mo Zheng Dao received a phone call from the last student.

"Ms. Yemo, you don't have to pick me up. The other three are already here, right? Just tell me where the dormitories and classrooms are, and I'll be there on time."

"As for the rest, we'll talk about it when we meet."

"good."

"He seems to be a very independent student," Yega Zhengmichi commented, and informed him of the location of the dormitory and classroom.

"Hmm? It's finally coming, after all this waiting?"

Gojo Satoru pushed his sunglasses and crushed the candy in his mouth.

Ye Mo Zhengdao said that the new students will arrive later.

He was shocked, clearly expressing his displeasure. He had always been waited on by others, this was the first time he had been waited on by a new classmate.

*

As a first-grade teacher, Yega Masamichi introduced the school slowly and leisurely. The students did not pay much attention to Gojo Satoru's behavior. As long as it was not excessive, he would not point it out.

Today we are just getting familiar with each other and the environment. The class will officially start tomorrow, so he can turn a blind eye.

At 1:59, footsteps were heard outside the classroom approaching from afar. The three people under the podium turned their heads and stared at the classroom door. Ye Mo Zhengdao stopped in time after hearing the knock on the door.

The door was opened and a white-haired girl in a boys' school uniform walked in. Ieiri Shoko smelled the fragrance of her hair as she passed by.

Rich and alluring.

The sunglasses were tucked into the slit of his collar, and his pockets were stuffed full, revealing the colorful glass candy wrappers.

Gojo Satoru fell silent.

She stood on the podium, and her eyes swept across everyone's face like a spring breeze - there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were filled with a lazy concentration, making people feel valued but not pressured.

His white hair was loose, and his blue eyes made people turn their heads to compare him with another person.

White hair, blue eyes, the similarities between the two people make it inevitable for people who meet for the first time to speculate about their blood relationship.

Noticing that both classmates were comparing themselves to Gojo Satoru, the girl blinked slowly and forcefully, her tone light and airy.

"Hippo, get along well with me."

It wasn't "Let's get along," but "Let's get along with each other"—two seemingly similar sentences, but a few words made a world of difference. She seemed to be a strong and individualistic woman, her words carrying an undeniable edge, but her gentle smile offset this sharpness.

Geto Suguru was not that curious about others, so he told them their names and said nothing more.

Ieiri Shoko withdrew her gaze from Gojo Satoru, said her own name, and lay down again.

The new student looked Gojo Satoru in the eye and walked down the stage. "He's not related to me by blood," the girl's smiling voice reached their ears as they passed Gojo Satoru.

Does it really not matter?

Pulling open the seat behind Gojo Satoru, she stepped lightly on it and squatted quietly.

What a strange sitting posture.

Liuyan's gaze never left her face, staring at her without blinking, focused, thoughtful, and confused.

He was confused when he saw this person for the first time. White hair was not a common hair color, and although blue irises were not a rare color in Japan, they were indistinguishable from the color of the six eyes. All these coincidences made it difficult for him not to be suspicious.

It's still different. The flow of all magical powers is no secret in the vision of the six eyes.

This girl named Hipper has nothing to do with the Gojo family. Her eyes are not six eyes, they are really born like this naturally.

Pure nature collides with Liuyan.

This guy must have used up all his luck in several lifetimes on this appearance.

What a strange person.

Having satisfied his curiosity and gotten the answer, Gojo Satoru said in a proud tone, "Gojo Satoru," then turned around and continued to lie down.

There is a big difference between watching surveillance and watching someone in person.

She reached into her pocket to take out the eye drops, inevitably making the sound of candy wrappers rubbing against each other. Before Gojo Satoru reached out to her, she pinched a candy and threw it on his desk.

Hearing the rustling of candy wrappers, Gojo Satoru hadn't even reached out when a candy fell onto his desk. He unwrapped the wrapper and looked back to see the guy squatting on a chair, tilting his head back to put eye drops in.

Speaking of which, her eyes were red and bloodshot, looking like she hadn't slept well for a month. She overused her eyes and had to carry sugar with her to replenish her sugar. Her life was even worse than mine, an orthodox six-eyed person.

It was really interesting to leave Kyoto. I was able to meet Geto Suguru, who was on par with him, and this girl who was born with a look so similar to Rokugan.

The detailed introduction focuses on Geto Suguru and Hipper, two civilian sorcerers who were discovered by chance and have never received systematic training. Compared to Gojo Satoru and Ieiri Shoko, who grew up in this circle, you two are very different from them, at least in theory.

It’s to the extent that you need to take extra lessons.

But let the students relax on the first day, there will be many opportunities in the future.

After repeated reminders that the morning class would start at 8 o'clock, after the briefing, Ieiri Glass was the first to leave the classroom.

The girl behind him jumped off the chair as lightly as a cat and followed closely behind. Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru walked behind.

She walked silently, and if she hadn't been walking in front and Six Eyes watching her, Gojo Satoru wouldn't have noticed her.

This person has restrained his cursed energy to the point where it's almost like that of an ordinary person.

Tokyo is much more interesting than Kyoto.

It’s still more fun to go to school.

*

The four of them unanimously chose to return to the dormitory first. Jia Ruzhong went to the second floor and entered the room, while Hipper was still going up the stairs.

Aren’t the third and fourth floors the boys’ dormitories?

When they stopped on the third floor, Geto noticed that Hipper was still going up, and Gojo Satoru also did not stop.

Even if she was wearing a boys' school uniform, Gojo Satoru wouldn't really treat her as a boy. He should stop being curious. Why was he following her back to the dormitory?

Going up to the fourth floor, Hipper turned the only door with a key and went in - that was the room she had chosen before going to the classroom.

No anti-lock.

How unsuspecting! Thinking this way, Gojo Satoru casually opened the door opposite, threw the paper bag, and called someone to send his belongings over.

He won't bother himself when he can direct others to do things.

*

As he packed his suitcase, looking at the few belongings, Hipper's thoughts wandered. Judging by the scarcity of sorcerers, he probably wouldn't have much private time after officially starting school.

Reincarnated from AI into a flesh-and-blood human, the past decade or so of observing human life has slightly changed her thinking.

For example, she began to accept the human need for food, drink, housing and transportation, and to enjoy life to the fullest in a limited life.

This was probably an evolution of her thinking, as she had mastered a new skill—the ability to monitor sorcerers in parallel universes.

Eager to try, start monitoring immediately.

Leaving behind the heavy and cumbersome body, the spirit floats lightly and continues to climb in the warm water. As it rises, the sinking and falling feeling of the body is gently peeled away.

She was intoxicated by the beauty of the moment, but soon, the experience faded, and she anchored herself on Gojo Satoru. As a being who could subvert the curse, as long as he was in the game, you could see everything.

Freed from restrictions, constantly anchoring and searching, after shedding her human form, AI calculations allow her to handle a lot of work within a second.

A hundred thousand anchors are but a drop in the ocean of infinite parallel universes. Every decision leads to multiple possibilities. What about Gojo Satoru? What are his possibilities? Just how wonderful are the worlds he spawns?

Trembling with desire.

I want to know so much!

She cast her gaze upon the hundred thousand anchors.

The man with the black eye mask pulled it off the moment his sight fell upon him, revealing a pair of celestial eyes that looked straight at you. In those eyes, you saw the universe.

Infinite Space

The eager, longing gaze was struck in that instant and closed.

"Huh? A stalker?"

*

My eyes hurt, a pain I had never felt before, and disconnecting the monitor didn't relieve it at all.

But it is also unprecedentedly beautiful.

It was a scenery I had never seen before.

Although his cursed power was out of control, his body was drained of strength and he fell to the ground, blood spreading around his vision.

Lying on his back with his eyes open, he couldn't see anything other than red. A wave of stabbing pain shot through his brain, and he couldn't care less about the raging curse power damaging the electrical system. He simply felt a surge of exhilaration, unable to contain his laughter, reliving over and over the feeling of being watched by those Gojo Satoru, the pain of being attacked.

Gojo Satoru.

The name pressed against the tip of the tongue, was crushed between the lips and teeth, and disappeared before the mouth opened.

"Tsk, what did you call me for?"

The young man pushed the door open and saw Hipper lying on the ground with blood all over his face. His depressed mood was suddenly soothed.

"What's going on? You look so miserable."

"Hahaha."

The person with blood dripping from her eyes, nose, and mouth grinned, unable to hide her good mood. She wiped her face, closed her eyes, and reached out to him, "Pull me up, Wu."

Huh? What are you talking about? This is the first time I've met someone who's closer to me than I am.

"Is the light bulb in the room broken? I'll fix it later."

Shaking her bleeding hand, she urged silently.

Squinting his eyes at the hand, Gojo Satoru felt himself being restrained. Pulling her up from the ground, she turned her head, and even with her eyes closed, she could accurately see the other two students coming in through the open door.

"Glass, Jay, is the light bulb broken?"

The two men paused slightly and shifted their gaze to her face.

He made himself so embarrassed on the first day we met, and yet he still didn't seem to have any sense of distance. He's the same type of person as Gojo Satoru, right? They're both difficult to deal with.

He made such a big fuss, but when he saw me, he asked if it was a light bulb that exploded. He knew exactly what he had done.

The nurse who reversed the spell took a few steps closer and placed her hand over her face. The pain in her head, which had threatened to explode, gradually subsided under the healing spell. Her palms itched slightly, and Ieiri Naoko's gaze shifted slightly, her focus fixed on the corner of her mouth that curled up.

Is there something happy going on? Just minutes after we've been apart, she's already causing trouble. This seemingly sweet and gentle classmate seems to have a personality that contradicts her appearance, making me wonder if I've misjudged her. She looks so sweet, but why does her personality resemble Gojo Satoru's? Is it just because they both have white hair and blue eyes?

The palm moved away, and the eyes opened, slightly squinting. The blood-covered eyes were covered with a layer of red, giving a completely different feeling from Gojo Satoru's eyes.

He stared at it intently, thinking that this color was more suitable for Hipper. Without the six eyes, he could have made himself even worse off than him. If he had the six eyes, would he still be alive today?

"Thanks."

Her words were filled with joy, she seemed to be in a state of extreme excitement, her voice trembling at the end, without any concealment.

He washed his face with water, but there were still traces of blood that hadn't been wiped away. The red stain on his white hair had dried. He walked over excitedly and took out three light bulbs from the suitcase, saying, "We'll fix it soon."

As expected, faint arcs of electricity surrounded her, making crackling sounds.

Humanoid Pikachu?