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Assistant Supervisor Ijichi Jiegao set up a tent that blocked the view of ordinary people, respectfully escorted Gojo Satoru and Hipper into the tent, and waited for them to finish their journey and return.

It usually doesn't take more than a few minutes. The cursed spirits that are difficult for ordinary sorcerers to deal with cannot withstand more than a single blow from Gojo Satoru.

Tracking the filth was easy within the range of the six eyes, but bringing a student along for the ride wouldn't speed things up. He was also quite curious about this student, and keeping him around would make it easier to observe him, as Hipper seemed to be paying close attention to him, staring at him the entire way.

"Can Hipper see the remnant? That's it." Gojo Satoru raised his index finger and shook it twice. The playful action and teaching tone made Hipper look at him sideways.

It turns out that time has such a destructive power. Although Wu's logic is problematic, his sentences are not rigorous, the topics are too jumpy, and the ideas are abstract, but at least his expressions are in place and he looks somewhat serious, although it can't last long.

And Gojo Satoru...

I really want to take a picture and show it to Wu. He gets cuter as he grows older.

Write it down first, then draw it and give it to him when you get home.

"No distractions are allowed during Mr. Gojo's teaching time." He bent his fingers and flicked Hipper's forehead. It didn't hurt much, but it brought her attention back.

"What a genius multitasking! I was just thinking about something important, Sensei." Despite being distracted by something else, she wasn't completely oblivious to Gojo's teachings. She copied his method, and while it might differ slightly from her own method of examining the debris, the end result was the same. She considered it a refresher.

"What are you thinking about?"

He cares so much about his own thoughts, or rather, he is very curious about what Hipper is thinking. He builds a portrait and constructs her image based on her answers. He is truly a friendly profiler in the world of spellcasting.

"I was thinking - the teacher's movements just now were too gentle."

They followed the traces of filth up the stairs, their footsteps echoing in the empty buildings, the sound of clothes rubbing against each other as they walked, and the two people talking with smiles on their faces.

"Teacher, you might want to be a little harder next time." She tilted her head and nodded lightly, hinting at something.

The reliable teacher shook his head, his white hair swaying, bringing the sweet scent from his body to the side. Hipper looked at him, waiting for him to continue speaking.

“No, No, No~”

"If you break a genius's brain, there's no after-sales support."

"?"

The girl stopped, her expression bewildered and dazed, like an antivirus program trying to patch itself after disconnecting from the internet.

She couldn't figure out whether this was a joke or the truth from Gojo Satoru.

"Such a strange death, the teacher will be angry." The man tilted his head, slowly raising his arm to hover above Hipper's head. Then, blue cursed energy gathered at his fingertips, and a surging wave blasted out from his fingertips, annihilating the cursed spirit and the building along with it.

Very strong.

The girl's pupils reflected Gojo Satoru's confident and bold expression, which was similar to his appearance when he was young.

This level of strength can indeed be called the strongest. No one has ever reached this level before Gojo Satoru. Satoru is still too weak. He needs to make up for it when he returns and learn more from his future self.

She still needs to look a few more times. She doesn't have the six eyes, so she can't see the flow of cursed energy. She still needs to observe to what extent Gojo Satoru is using the six eyes. There is too little information.

If the world over there were so peaceful, Wu probably wouldn't have grown to this point, so it would be better not to interfere with his progress in the future.

I really want to see the full strength of Mr. Gojo. Hmm... I suddenly remembered that there are people working diligently in my universe.

So where are they now?

How come Gojo Satoru is still alive and well after more than ten years? Work harder and let me see how many points I can give for the completeness of the plan.

The birth of Gojo Satoru raised the level of the cursed spirits. Now it seems that there are only a few small cats outside, and the big fish are hiding under the water from Gojo Satoru.

"If Hipper works hard, it won't be a problem for him to reach the teacher's level." It is also the teacher's responsibility to urge students to make progress. He is really serious now, although it is really hard to tell.

It's quite obvious if you have a comparison, like when you compare yourself to 15-year-old Wu.

"I'm a brain person, so let's leave the hands-on work to someone who's better at it." The girl said nonchalantly, glanced away, and rejected the teacher's encouragement.

"Eh? Sensei is really looking forward to Hipper becoming a special-grade sorcerer. Aren't you really going to put in some effort? It'll only take a little time for you, huh?"

The persuasion was done with gentleness and patience, filled with expectation. Anyone standing opposite him would have been shaken and convinced if it wasn't Hipper.

It is really rare that there is still a day when five wise words can be given to guide others to return to the right path.

Why can't I take photos or videos in the simulated universe? I'll make a note of this and add it to the maintenance and upgrade process when I have time.

"Strength will only decrease, but wisdom--" Having said this, the girl turned to face Gojo Satoru, her eyes shining, and her tone became excited and proud.

"Eternal existence."

She folded her arms across her chest, raised her chin and looked up at Gojo Satoru. Her eyes suddenly became critical and her tone changed abruptly.

"Do you know that the wisdom of a genius grows every second? My time is very valuable."

He was faintly rebuking him for trying to squeeze out his potential and develop into a top-grade sorcerer.

"The strongest Gojo teacher should work with geniuses. You're right to listen to me. It's more efficient than you running around all day, teacher."

As expected, we can't do without you. Look at how busy Gojo Satoru is in the universe without you.

At this time, you should say—

"If Gojo-sensei is willing to say, 'Please, brilliant genius Hipper, help me,' I'd be willing to make time to solve it."

Just kidding.

"Please, the extremely smart genius Hipper, help the teacher~"

With a smile on his face and a cheerful voice, the man opposite took off his blindfold, revealing a pair of blue eyes that were shining brightly and dazzlingly.

Gojo Satoru, who would fall for a student's joke, had the ease of an adult, using retreat as a means of softening his attack. As long as he ultimately achieved his goal, he didn't mind taking a few extra steps or taking a few circuitous routes.

Although his eyes are a bit too presumptuous, his purpose is too obvious and direct, and he also uses the temptation of beauty. I will give him 5 points, and the remaining 5 points are due to his good looks.

"Alright, since Mr. Gojo requested so earnestly..." The girl turned and went downstairs, her voice drifting out.

"Just call me a special-grade sorcerer."

His gaze followed the people around, his meaning unclear, his smile unchanged. Without saying a word, he followed behind down the stairs, listening to Hipper's subtle complaints.

"Among my many achievements, this is the most ordinary one. If you bother with something like this, you'll never be able to repay this debt even if you work for me for the rest of your life."

"Why can't I connect to the internet? What's wrong? This new product has quite a few bugs. I'll fix them when I have time..."

The girl suddenly stopped walking and talking to herself, as if she was thinking about something.

"Gojo-sensei."

"Yes~"

Gojo Satoru stepped on the stairs and leaned forward, looking as if he was listening.

"Do you have any girlish secrets you want to tell the teacher? The teacher will keep it confidential."

“…”

Hipper was speechless, his eyes condemning him.

“None of that boring stuff.”

"Ah, well, what are you going to say?" He was disappointed, with an expression of regret that he had missed the gossip of a genius.

"Oh, I need to get up."

The girl blinked, her eyes clear, and spoke a riddle. She raised her right hand and imitated Gojo Satoru's Ao's gesture, aiming it at the object of her imitation.

The high voltage electricity gathered at his fingertips, making a sound like the chirping of a thousand birds. The light it emitted was blinding, and the blue lightning gradually shrank from half a person's height to a fraction of a centimeter.

After charging the energy, Hipper flicked his finger and moved forward.

"It's a semi-finished product, so try it out first and then improve it later."

The attack was naturally blocked by Wu Boxian.

"Not bad. If I work harder, I can beat the teacher." Gojo Satoru gave a thumbs up in appreciation. Feeling that it was not enough to express his sincerity, he raised thumbs with both hands.

"Alright, alright. Save the compliments for next time. And please wait for me to wake up." The girl waved her hand nonchalantly. "See you next time, Gojo-sensei."

The girl disappeared without a warning, and the six eyes could not find any suspicious traces.

To wake up a sleeping person... So this is what it means?

Is Hipper sleeping?

Huh? Is she dreaming?

Which Gojo Satoru was she seeing?

No wonder I lack curiosity about myself. It turns out I have seen another self.

*

The girl opened her eyes and sat up straight, took out the eye drops, tilted her head back and squeezed out two drops, then closed her eyes to relieve the dryness and discomfort.

"Keep working on it, Jie, Wu."

The girl tried to open her eyes, blinking continuously, and casually dropped a bombshell of news.

"I just slept and dreamt of a breakthrough to the special level. You guys should work hard."

Geto Suguru, who was drinking water, and Gojo Satoru, who was chewing candy, coughed violently in unison.

"What?!!"

"What good things are you playing behind my back again!"

Geto Suguru: "? What is Satoru talking about?"