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Countdown to Celestial System Update: 29 hours and 49 minutes

During his years of living alone, Gojo Satoru was quite good at making some simple dishes. Although his cooking skills were far inferior to his own, on second thought, it was good enough to have someone cook for him, so there was no reason to be picky - of course, washing the dishes was also his job.

When you're hungry, you become less picky about food. She devoured Gojo Satoru's "specially prepared" omurice, unconcerned about her usual image. She stuffed her cheeks with food and chewed with exceptional care.

Suddenly, she tapped the edge of the plate with her fork, pointing the fork tip with a piece of steak at the man opposite her, "Um... surprise inspection." Her voice was dull.

"Show me."

The person opposite glanced down at his food which he had barely touched - this was too sudden, he hadn't even finished his meal.

She put the fork tip into her mouth and quickly chewed the remaining food while tapping the edge of the table with her fingertips. The crisp sound was full of urging.

What an impatient person.

He put down his chopsticks and spread his hands in front of her, ready to show her the results of his studies over the past few hours.

The left hand accurately inputs data, and the right hand simultaneously exports the spell power. The transition between the two forms is smooth and stable, without any sign of awkwardness.

As a beginner, he wasn't sure what level he was at. But after just one glance, Hipper concluded: a 91% conversion rate meant his comprehension was excellent.

but--

"Is it a bottleneck?"

Hearing this, he clasped his hands together, a look of distress on his face. "Yeah, I always feel like I'm just one step away from getting the clue." The man supported his cheek and asked jokingly, "Do you have any ideas? Like, some kind of sudden enlightenment that would give people a sudden enlightenment?"

Solutions? A sudden enlightenment? Yes, there are.

He bit the spoon and spoke vaguely, his expression a little conflicted. "To be honest, I don't really want to use this method because... it's weird."

"What's so strange?" Is there any other way to make Hipper so confused? His curiosity was instantly piqued, and he leaned forward. "Tell me about it?"

Seeing the man's expectant look, Hipper put down his spoon, jumped off his chair, and walked over to him. "Let's make it clear first, don't get too caught up in this, okay?"

After receiving his repeated assurances, Hipper pulled his outstretched hands apart and placed her own hand under the back of his hand.

"Concentrate." Thinking of what she was going to do next, she deliberately put on a cold expression, trying to hide a hint of unnaturalness.

"This is the empathy of a genius," she said, becoming more serious and carefully advising, "Just feel that moment. Remember, you are here to learn. Don't think about anything else."

Gojo Satoru was still confused by this inexplicable instruction, but the next second, an indescribable joy suddenly spread from the depths of his soul and instantly swept through his whole body.

The power completely made him lose the thought of resistance, and along with this feeling came Hipper's unique experience - her unique understanding of data conversion, which was turning into clear knowledge and flowing into his brain continuously.

"Calm down and focus your mind." At this moment, the girl's calm reminder came into his ears.

Please! How could I possibly remain calm at a time like this? Even my eyelashes couldn't hide the trembling, my heart filled with accusations.

Why don’t you try to brake suddenly during the climax?

She actually braked.

The pleasure that swept through his body suddenly faded away - Hipper stopped.

He held Gojo Satoru, who was limp and powerless, with even his fingertips trembling slightly, in his arms, his voice as calm as if nothing had happened just now.

"Do you understand? You won't get a second chance at this kind of enlightenment."

Leaning in her arms, his body still lingered with the afterglow of the moment—no wonder she'd said before not to get addicted, not to get addicted. This feeling was truly irresistible, and he even subconsciously wanted to do it again. He paused for a moment before responding in a hoarse voice, "I've learned it."

"Well, show me again."

This wood, can you take a look at his condition?

Damn it, when will he learn this trick? Then I will definitely turn the tables and play a good trick on Hipper.

"You can't learn it, forget it. Hurry up and demonstrate it again." The little genius remained calm and even patted him on the back, urging him to show his results quickly.

“…”

His face was downcast, his eyebrows and eyes showing displeasure, but a faint blush still lingered on his cheeks and ears. He stepped back a little, then reluctantly spread his hands, showing his work to Hipper.

Well, a 97.4% conversion rate is a big improvement.

"You've just met the standard. Keep up the good work." After seeing his learning results, I turned around and wanted to go back to my seat to continue eating. Before my wrist even touched the chair, Gojo Satoru held my shoulder.

Haha, she knew it.

"Hippo, is it really okay for you to just leave after playing with me like this?" The voice was full of resentment and lingering dissatisfaction, and it was extremely difficult to deal with.

"...That's why I told you, don't get addicted." She slapped his hand away, bent back down into the chair, and poked the spoon into the omurice again without looking up. "Be moderate, don't get addicted."

This feeling of being suspended in mid-air, neither going up nor down, and having to forcefully suppress my restlessness—it’s terrible!

"Let's practice after dinner to get you used to the pressure." He swallowed the food in his mouth with a sip of water and encouraged him half-heartedly, "It's not a big deal. You can arrange the rest of the time yourself."

After saying that, she buried her head in her meal again, only occasionally stopping to adjust her posture and quickly swiping a few strokes on the virtual screen - those fleeting inspirations were not delayed by the breaks in the meal.

Seeing how she never stopped working, she was subtly similar to herself. She didn't even take a break from thinking when eating.

Is this considered a couple look?

Hipper, who was recording his inspiration, suddenly stopped. There was an inexplicable subtlety in the look he gave him—as if he saw through something, but didn't point it out. He simply said, "It seems like you're thinking about something strange. Stop it."

Eh? He can even guess my unspoken thoughts. Is he reading my mind?

"It's not mind reading." Hipper had anticipated his question and pushed the empty dishes in his direction. "It's just that once your thoughts are connected to me, I can sense them to some extent. So don't think of anything rude in front of me. If your thoughts are too strong, I can hear them directly."

Can't do it.

Looking at the girl getting up and curling up on the sofa to organize her notes, his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously - he knew that thinking about something extraordinary at this time would be really disobedient to his wife, but those uncontrollable thoughts kept drilling into his mind like vines.

When doing it, if the thought is too strong...will she hear it? As soon as this thought came to his mind, he began to look forward to it and wanted to give it a try.

The thought itself was offensive. After she reminded him, Gojo Satoru deliberately suppressed the core idea of ​​"Hippo" and vaguely sketched the possibility in his mind - there was no clear connection, no strong direction, like a vague shadow.

Hipper, who lowered his head to sort out his inspiration, remained calm and apparently did not sense the offensive thoughts hidden in his heart.

It seems that as long as I avoid key words in my mind, I won't trigger her warning. I've learned that.

After finishing his meal, Gojo Satoru conscientiously cleared the dishes and headed into the kitchen. The intermittent running of the water stopped, and when he emerged, wiping the water off his hands, he saw Hipper already sitting on the sofa, waiting. He patted the empty seat beside him and let him pass.

I sat down as I was told. Just as I spread my palms, Hipper's hands covered them. His palms were slightly cool, and his voice was cold, "Focus, it's time to start."

Gojo Satoru said as he was told—"The domain expands, simulating the universe."

Suddenly, an indescribable, immense attraction emanated from the void. It was a presence far beyond imagination, like a giant creature dormant in the chaos, its mere presence carrying the threat of devouring the void and annihilating everything, as if all matter would crumble to dust before it.

And he clearly felt that he was being pulled by this force and was nourishing it.

To nourish this simulated universe.

Its devouring of cursed energy knew no bounds. Even though Gojo Satoru had converted all the data into cursed energy the moment he unfolded his domain, at that moment, an intense feeling of exhaustion still gripped his limbs.

This is the pressure that Hipper is under all the time, responsible for the survival of the entire simulated universe.

It turns out being a watchdog isn't that easy :-|

A long-lost feeling of exhaustion spread throughout his limbs, especially his brain, which was aching so badly that he couldn't even lift his hands. He had just finished eating a few minutes ago, but now he felt like he had been hungry all day.

"Did you know this would happen? That's why you told me to wait until after dinner before rehearsing?" His voice was soft, and even the accusation had lost its force, instead revealing a sense of aggrieved coquettishness. Seeing him like this, Hipper hugged him, nuzzled his red ear, and kissed him on the cheek.

"So you should eat more." Her voice was filled with smile, and it sounded particularly soft in his ears.

"Lie down first, I'll get you something sweet."

Lying flat on the sofa, Gojo Satoru closed his eyes and felt his temples throbbing. His head felt hot as if he had a fever, and he felt dizzy. Even the light and shadows in front of his eyes were shaking.

It didn't take long before he could smell the sweet aroma of cream. Hipper came over with a plate of cake, supported his back, let him lean against the pillow, and fed him with a small spoon.

Seeing him open his mouth listlessly and not even having the strength to chew, Hipper couldn't hide the smile in his eyes, and even his mood became cheerful - it was the first time for him to take care of the weak Gojo Satoru!

"Are you happy? Look at me like this?" He caught a glimpse of her curved mouth and complained weakly, "Hippo, your XP is really weird."

"People's XP is free, so don't interfere."

After putting the last spoonful of cake into Gojo Satoru's mouth and seeing him sigh with satisfaction and the redness in the corners of his eyes gradually relaxing, Hipper stopped.

The sufficient amount of sugar and food finally suppressed his vanity caused by overdraft, and her curiosity in taking care of Gojo Satoru was also completely satisfied at this moment.

The person on the sofa was already breathing lightly - perhaps he was really tired, he fell asleep soundly leaning against the pillow, with his hair hanging down in front of his forehead. He rarely looked as frivolous and ostentatious as when he was awake, and looked obedient and cute.

Hipper didn't linger any longer, pulled up the blanket, turned around and walked briskly towards the laboratory - she was going to verify the proportions of the potion mixing inspiration she had just written down while eating.

*

Countdown to Celestial System Update: 5 hours and 13 minutes

As soon as the door of the laboratory was opened, Hipper ran towards Gojo Satoru who was playing games in the living room, and was about to pounce on him with a cursed aura.

Without even looking up, his fingers still nimbly operating the handle, his tone calm and composed, "Go take a shower."

He was used to it - every time Hipper came out of the laboratory, he would stick to him and rub against him, not wanting to stop until he had rubbed all the cursed aura on his body onto him.

He really holds a grudge.

"Success~" She couldn't even shout. The girl put her arms around his waist from behind, resting her head on his shoulder. Her voice was filled with unconcealed joy as she shared the good news, "The potion that makes sorcerers lose their cursed power has been a great success!"

She even turned her face to the side and kissed him all over the cheek.

Huh? What potion?

Gojo Satoru's hand that was controlling the game character suddenly paused. He quickly put down the handle, turned around and pulled the person into his arms, his eyes full of surprise: "A potion that makes a sorcerer lose their cursed power? Is that true?" After realizing what was happening, he couldn't help laughing. He was more excited than the developers.

"Great, let me try it?"

"No." Hipper immediately shook his head, poked his cheek, and said seriously, "The stability of the drug's efficacy still needs further testing. It has a certain mortality rate now, so forget it."

Oh, it can also be used as poison, that’s great, let’s give each of those old guys in the spellcasting world an injection.

If you die, you will get the special prize; if you are not dead, you will also get a participation prize.

"Hey, I'm awesome, right?" Hipper shook his shoulders, his tone full of joy, staring at him with sparkling eyes, asking for praise, "I'm a genuine genius!"

Only children would use this method to ask for praise; adults are much more direct in their methods of asking for rewards.

"That's great!" He gave her a thumbs-up, a smile in his eyes, and then changed the subject to ask something else, "But, what made you suddenly think of doing this?"

"Ah, because..." The smile on the girl's face faded a little. She avoided Gojo Satoru's gaze and said with resentment, like a female ghost, "I was stabbed with needles three times."

ha?

Three injections? When did that happen?

"I will have to deal with this mad dog sooner or later." The smile disappeared from his face, and his face became gloomy. This was the first time he saw him look so violent.

It's amazing that he was able to survive and remain in her memory after giving Hippo three injections.

*

A week, seven whole days, and he hadn't even seen a shadow of his lover! Why was she so busy? They were classmates, and there weren't many students in the technical college to begin with, and now, even Jie had been taken away by her, and she hadn't returned him yet.

"I am bored."

The autumn maple leaves had already turned red, and he had originally planned to take Hipper to see them, but now all his plans had fallen through.

Just as he was rolling around on the bed in frustration, his phone suddenly vibrated. He opened it and saw that it was a message from the electronic ghost Meng Mei.

[Great news! Hipper gets a second chance at life]

Immediately afterwards, the second message popped up.

[Bad news, the simulation has been locked from within and is currently being updated. Even if you have permission, you can't get in, and she can't get out either.]

Gojo Satoru suddenly realized, and the disappointment in his heart subsided a little - no wonder he was always rejected when trying to enter the simulated universe today. He thought his permissions were frozen.

The next message made him jump up from the bed.

[Bad news, you have a new competitor. There is now a third Six Eyes in the simulated universe. It’s just a two-person world, you know.]

……a bolt from the blue! ! !

"What do you mean by a new competitor!" Gojo Satoru clenched his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white, and his tone was full of disbelief and madness.

"Having one teacher is already enough to give me a headache, so why is there Gojo Satoru? Is she some kind of six-eyed trap?"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and his teeth were chattering - he was angry that Hipper couldn't resist the temptation, and he hated the two men for taking advantage of his absence.

"I'm her real lover! I made a promise with her and put on a wedding ring!" The rage in his chest had nowhere to vent, so he directed it at the two men. As for Hipper? He would question her when the time came.

"The other two are nothing!"

I’m so angry!

[Brother Chunai, work harder.] After leaving this message, Mengmei stopped provoking him and disappeared.

Haha, even though the lovers are having three affairs at the same time, his first reaction is to think about how to question her after they meet, rather than getting the person in his hands first - this is probably why the pure love group always loses.

Those two men were both meat-eaters. They'd bite down on anyone they saw without mercy, even if they made a mistake. They'd still use their power to keep them captive. No matter how it went, getting the person in their mouths was paramount.

Wu-chan was still too young, and in terms of tactics, he was no match for two experienced adults. But it was precisely this occasional burst of innocence, with a bit of unpolished straightforwardness, that made Hipper keep it in mind from time to time.

Especially after she has been manipulated by those two men and has had enough of the complexity of the adult world, she might turn back and take a bite of his little cake, which is simple but sweet enough.

[Xiaojie is back, go play with him.]

Look at his frustrated little expression, oh, take a picture of it, take a picture of it.

“Jay——!!”

The aggrieved big white cat screamed at the top of its lungs, ran out of the door, ran down the stairs, and rushed into Geto Suguru's room.

"What's going on with that teacher!!" He asked in a frantic tone.

Xia Yujie, who had just been sent back by the original celestial body and was bending over to change his shoes at the door, was suddenly blocked and had no time to react.

“…”

He looked at the furious Gojo Satoru in front of him and didn't know how to start. He couldn't just say "Hippo is two-timing"? Judging from Gojo Satoru's expression, he should have known.

After a few seconds of silence, Geto slowly stood up, patted his shoulder, and said with a helpless soothing tone: "Come on, Satoru. At least... he doesn't have a ring on his hand."

Although he said so, Geto Suguru sighed secretly in his heart - if we really talk about advantages, he really didn't see much in Gojo Satoru that could beat that Gojo Sensei.

After all, Gojo-sensei, with his overwhelming power and the maturity and composure of an adult, had always been at ease, having lost so much in the past. He was able to use his means to keep Hipper firmly in his grasp, keeping her completely at bay.

Let’s look at Wu again - he may be powerful, but he can’t beat Hipper. He doesn’t have any of the maturity, sophistication, or the aura that allows him to control the situation.

It's a far cry from that.