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Death in other universes didn't affect reality, but it wasn't without damage either. Gojo Satoru's blow shattered her body, and some of the wounds were projected onto her original body.

He rolled over the remnants of Gojo Satoru's cursed power with his fingertips, wiping them out one by one.

He can't see this.

When Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru arrived with questions, they found Hipper sitting on the ground, looking rather disheveled. Her face was covered in blood, which looked fresh, indicating it was her own. Strangely, her outer garment was intact; it was the body beneath it that suffered the direct damage.

Blood soaked her coat and dripped onto the ground. The injured person propped up her face with one hand and looked at her palm, turning it over and over again. She was so excited that it was obvious at a glance that she was trying hard to suppress this abnormal pleasure.

Hipper is quite strong, but he always makes himself look miserable when not in combat. His expression at that time is like a researcher who has obtained satisfactory data results, weird and abnormal.

"What are we having for dinner today?"

Is it time to discuss dinner now? Gojo Satoru leaned in closer, lowering his sunglasses to examine Hipper closely. Whenever she got hurt, it was always because she had done something out of the ordinary, something unexpected, something unspeakable.

"Let's grill some meat."

Gojo Satoru turned around and looked at Geto Suguru again.

There's something wrong. Jay should have paid attention to Hipper's physical condition at this time instead of stealing his lines.

Was it an illusion? Jay was becoming more assertive, trying to regain control over Hipper? That was difficult. If she told you something, it was rare for her to let you make a choice, usually because the matter was already concluded. It was what she didn't say that was harder to accept than what she did say.

It would be difficult for ordinary people to detect Hipper's flaws unless she exposed them herself.

What Jay and he saw was the bait this man had laid, luring them to bite the hook. Didn't Jay realize it yet? The hook had pierced his mouth, and his eyes were full of Hipper.

Hipper wiped his face clean and decided to go back to school to seek treatment from Nitro. He'd better leave the grocery shopping to the two students who skipped classes. As for Jay... he should give him some time to recover, whether it was before or after the conversation.

"Jay, let's talk tonight."

"...Hmm." He had already thought of how to question and make things difficult for her, but after she took the initiative to suggest a chat, he seemed to have lost the initiative and remained extremely passive.

Your voice is a little stiff, Jay. Be smarter, bolder, and quicker with your words. When talking to Hipper, it's best to rely on your instincts, not your brains. She'll see through you.

It’s pointless to remind him again. Mr. Jie, could it be that he doesn’t even know how to chat?

"Since you've skipped class, just go back later." It was still early and the school was remote, so it seemed a bit of a waste to go out and not do anything.

"Let's—go play games!"

Hipper grabbed the wrists of the two people beside her and changed her route accordingly. Living in Tokyo had made her memorize the map, so this simple route was a piece of cake.

Humans, we can't just do meaningful things. Wasting time is also a way to keep life going. It's no different than patching and upgrading a maintenance system.

This is your first time as a human being, so sometimes you have to abandon the past and try to learn from your fellow mediocre people!

Geto Summer Oil: “…”

The topic jumps so quickly!

"You're doomed, Peeping Tom." Gojo Satoru, full of fighting spirit, decided to defeat Hipper in the game, to let her know that she wasn't omnipotent, to let her taste the bitterness of failure! To dampen her spirit.

"Jay." Gojo Satoru pushed up his sunglasses, looking very serious. "We can't let her get so arrogant."

Could it be that after all these years of playing games, they couldn't beat Hipper, whose mind was completely focused on academics? This guy obviously had no experience with games. Since he made this suggestion, don't blame them for being ruthless.

That's right. Geto Suguru stopped worrying. He had to show some strength since he was kept in the dark. Even though Hipper was a girl, he couldn't be soft-hearted in e-sports.

After all, being bad at e-sports is the original sin.

Seeing the two lively classmates so energetic, Hipper didn't mention whether to make a bet. Let them have some fun for now. It wouldn't be good to constantly undermine their positive self-confidence.

Hipper, who had never played games, led them to an arcade.

Geto: "...Hmm?"

Gojo Satoru: "...GPS?"

She forgot that most of Japan was under her surveillance, and that Tokyo, a prosperous area, was where she lived. She knew the map clearly in her mind and had precise positioning.

Geto Suguru vaguely sensed something that made him shudder, but it was too vague, and he couldn't grasp it in a flash of inspiration.

"Try this." Hipper pulled out a chair and tapped the game console next to them, motioning them to sit down.

Arcade fighting.

As a newbie, I'm picking a fairly difficult game right off the bat, and my opponents are two experienced game masters. This is... great! Finally, a chance to bully the weakling! And the one I'm bullying is that Peeping Tom!

The two young and energetic DKs couldn't suppress their smiles and said hypocritically, "You chose this, so don't try to make excuses if you lose later."

Face the whirlwind of attack!

*

How to say it, the reason why geniuses are geniuses is that they are cross-disciplinary.

Geto was a bit shaken by the blow, quietly leaning back in his chair, reflecting on his impulsiveness. As for reviewing the game? His years of gaming experience were completely undone. With Hipper's skill level, it was hard to believe this was her first time playing a fighting game. But her initial awkwardness was undeniable. She'd been able to crush him in the first few rounds, relying on her years of experience, but then she couldn't keep him down. Wasn't her progress a bit too fast?

Gojo Satoru crossed his arms, his face grim. He'd taken advantage of her being a novice and dominated her in the first few rounds, but then he'd been beaten back and completely routed. Being defeated by an inexperienced player in their area of ​​expertise was one thing, but he'd said, "You chose this, don't try to make excuses if you lose later."

It's hard to just let it go.

I didn't take the opportunity to mock them, but not saying anything made them feel embarrassed and depressed.

In the noisy arcade, this place was exceptionally silent. In this atmosphere, Hipper moved on to the next level.

The game consoles continuously played celebratory music of game victories and record-breaking, gradually attracting many passers-by. The crowds attracted other curious people.

Despite wanting to stubbornly turn their heads away from her highlight reel, they were ultimately curious about how she managed such extreme maneuvers. The two of them, one on either side, initially watched from the sidelines, leaning back in their chairs. Then, they leaned against the console, watching the screen as her fingers swiftly tapped the buttons, unable to keep up.

This operation is so difficult to look away that even people who don’t play games will be attracted by it when they pass by.

Smooth and elegant.

The clacking of keys and the sound effects from the game consoles made their blood boil. Few teenagers at this age don't play games, and they have a unique filter for gaming experts. The eyes of these internet-addicted teenagers lit up, and they pulled out their phones to add someone's contact information. Some, with ulterior motives, took the opportunity to strike up a conversation with a beautiful girl.

"You guys should study hard."

She used this excuse to reject these people, and when the crowd dispersed, she tossed the last coin up, gently pinched it and placed it on the game machine.

"Why are you so depressed about losing to a genius?"

Hipper pushed up Gojo Satoru's sunglasses on his nose and tried to comfort him.

"It's not shameful to lose to me."

But it will break the defense.

The two people didn't respond, still looking a little depressed and listless, as if they really needed encouragement.

Hipper pursed his lips, thought for a moment, turned around and pulled the strange bangs on Geto's forehead.

He glanced at her with a lack of interest, not even bothering to warn her not to touch him.

Burned out, he needed a break.

"Even I have things I'm not good at..."

The two men immediately sat up straight and stared at her.

? So curious?

“As a person, I still have a lot of room for improvement.”

"……ah?"

Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses and looked the man up and down with a rather strange look. Geto Suguru also frowned, lost in thought.

Everything was fine, why did you suddenly get scolded, Hipper? Doesn't this sentence mean that you are not a good person?

The surprised looks on their faces told me they didn't believe it. Alas, how could she lie about this? Something that sounds fake isn't necessarily true, even though the answer is ridiculous.

"Really? Even geniuses have their troubles."

Maybe it's really tricky, but putting this kind of thing in front of Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru is like a top student who has always been at the top of the list saying that she doesn't know what 1+1 equals.

Because they are sorcerers.

It's like instinct: when you're hungry, you know to eat; when you're tired, you know to go to sleep. Abstract matters like being human are left to their own devices. In their view, only the idle and the philosophers ponder the meaning of life.

Sorcerers don't even know if they'll die tomorrow; they live in the present. So, Hipper was surprised to hear her say that. Perhaps... she was just saying that her moral character needs improvement? It wasn't about philosophy, was it?

Is it possible for a genius to ponder philosophy? Could someone as insightful and sharp as her be troubled by this? It's a little hard to believe.

"Lost."

Gojo Satoru calmed down and pushed his sunglasses back up.

"I'm not so cruel as to scold myself."

Geto Suguru: Hipper’s way of comforting people is somewhat special.

But he roughly understood what Hipper was saying.

The girl beside him was relaxed, a carefree smile perpetually plastered on her face. Though possessing a strange, twisted desire for control, her aura was tranquil and peaceful, her words indistinguishable from truth and falsehood, quietly relaxing the heart and drawing one in. The ability to convince others, besides words and experience, also involves emotion.

Is she...saying that she lacks emotions?

As a human being who has lost the ability to feel emotions, there is indeed a lot of room for improvement.

Geniuses seem to lack something in some way. Is it because extreme wisdom leads to harm?

The balance in his heart was tilting towards her, and before he even noticed it, he had taken down the defensive guard in his eyes.

“Tsk.”

Gojo Satoru stopped arguing with Hipper and clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

It's only been a short time, Xia Yujie, how come you're captivated by her again? Don't look at Hipper too much, don't think about her too much, why aren't you alert at all?

Hipper grinned, her eyes curved, and she was apparently very quiet, but Gojo Satoru felt that even her breathing was a provocation to him.

What's going on? They were all convinced by what she said. Just when he reminded them to be more vigilant, they were confused by Hipper's words.

Use your brains, my stupid classmates, this is a bad woman!