15

Bath.

"...Have you learned it?"

dressing.

"Have you learned it?"

Lie on the bed and close your eyes to rest.

"Have you learned it?"

Did I get a virus? That’s all I can think of.

She subconsciously wanted to activate the antivirus mode for self-checking, but when she gave the command and received no response, she realized that she was no longer an omnic.

The human body does not have the ability to self-check for viruses, so they will only go to the doctor.

Should this be considered an illness? If it's happening in the brain, shouldn't I see a psychiatrist?

2:46 am.

…

For the first time ever, I stayed up so late not because of watching the surveillance, but because of insomnia.

Genius, insomnia.

ha……

In order to stop this phenomenon, she also has some knowledge of medical skills.

If you can’t sleep, then don’t sleep.

If you can't stop, don't stop.

When students encounter problems that they cannot solve, they should ask the teacher for help.

After all, the person who caused this situation is the same person. How can a 28-year-old and a 15-year-old not be considered the same person? Even if they are separated by countless universes, they are still called Gojo Satoru.

She buried her face in her collar and activated Anchor Descend.

*

At 3:34 am on July 3, 2018, Gojo Satoru, who was about to finish preparing his lesson, stopped writing and turned his head to observe the uninvited guest beside him.

The tip of my nose could smell the refreshing scent of lemon shower gel, my hair was wet and fragrant, and I was still wearing a uniform.

Well, I just took a shower.

Going to bed so late, these days, students' sleep patterns are truly unhealthy. Do you really love your college? Even wearing your uniform to bed would move the teachers.

The girl relaxed her body and sank into the soft backrest of the sofa, propped up her legs, put her arms on both sides of the sofa, looked up at the ceiling with her eyes open and cleared her mind.

It's just like a social animal who comes home after finishing a bunch of work and then enters his private time to show off, take a break, and be casual.

Even a genius student who can do everything can have this tired expression.

That's right, she is a student after all. It is reasonable for Hipper to show his vulnerability in private when no one can see him since he has worked diligently and conscientiously for so long.

A dedicated and reliable teacher will not be like an impulsive teenager who cannot understand the situation.

Even if they were geniuses, as long as they were students, they still needed comfort and encouragement. His role was to do just that. When students needed it, he would take action.

He put down his pen, turned around, took off his eye mask, smiled, grabbed a pillow and stuffed it into Hipper's arms.

"?"

The girl closed her eyes to hide the trivialities, then opened them again to ask silently.

"Has the genius encountered any difficult problems?" This expression does not mean that everything is fine.

"ah……"

The girl shifted her gaze to his face, looking at him, but also as if looking at someone else through him.

She raised her hand and gently tapped her brow, recalling something, a look of confusion gradually appearing on her face.

"I'm sick."

"Can the reversal technique heal the brain?"

“……?”

Can.

"What are the symptoms?"

The brain is very fragile. Hipper has not yet learned the reversal technique, so any problems with her brain are very serious. Moreover, her brain is very valuable and precious, and she knows it herself.

He wanted to hear a self-examination from a genius.

That empty expression appeared on the girl's face again.

It seems that the problem is a bit serious.

“I can’t learn…”

She muttered to herself.

Hmm? Is there something a genius can't learn? But I don't understand her words.

Gojo Satoru moved towards her and stretched out his hand to pull her cheek.

"Come back to your senses, Hipper."

"Speak humanely."

Hipper pursed her lips, watching him with a thoughtful expression. Approaching a 15-year-old Gojo Satoru was enough to miscalculate her, but the 28-year-old Gojo Satoru in front of her, a man who had experienced the world...

Seems more stable than Wu.

Mentally stable and strong, they possess unfathomable abilities. They have a broad vision, long-term plans, and a hands-on approach.

It seemed he was a much better target for surveillance than Wu. It wasn't impossible for them to collaborate and even establish a new world order together.

"Teacher, you guessed where I came from."

Huh? Why are you talking about this?

"We're classmates, I guessed it a long time ago." He reached out and poked her cheek.

"This is already the fourth... fifth time we've met, right?" He couldn't help laughing and gave her a slap on the head.

Fifth time?

Hipper kept brushing away his extended fingers, pondering. This shouldn't be the case. Officially, this was their second meeting. Unofficially… killing Geto Suguru and killing myself also counted. Memories from the past could actually be transmitted to the future. A bit surprising.

What about the fifth time?

Hadn't they first met on the street? She wouldn't have missed every one of them, only four times.

"Have you forgotten our first meeting?" The white-haired teacher's smile faded, a warning etched in his voice. "Stalker?"

“!”

The girl opened her eyes wide, surprised and shocked.

"you……"

How did you know!

"After thinking about it, I realized that apart from Hipper who is really good at running, no one else who can do this has appeared yet."

Yes, there is only one person in each universe who can monitor Gojo Satoru and get away alive.

There it was again, an unexpected incident, the feeling of being off the chessboard and out of control, making her feel itchy all over and uncomfortable.

She bit her lip, frowning as she thought about how to remedy the situation.

"Tell me about your illness. Give some details, don't just give the conclusion."

He brushed off the incident, ignoring her eager expression. He childishly teased the girl with his hands, his face propped up, and even when his fingers were pushed away, he kept trying again and again.

"say."

These brief words were like a key that made her freeze as if she had been electrocuted, and the unobstructed fingers pinched her face.

"Huh?"

My tone wasn't particularly harsh, so you're frightened? You've done so many amazing things, yet you're frightened now?

Although this student's mind is full of calculations, the extreme complexity returns to simplicity. Hipper's character is very pure, tough and flexible.

So what was he afraid of just now? He was so kind and cute, how could he make the students feel scared? It couldn't be him, the students must have thought of someone else!

"call……"

Hipper slapped his hand away forcefully and exhaled a long breath, compressing all the irritability, uncertainty, and uncontrollable unhappiness into this long sigh and expelling them from her body.

Her brows lowered, her eyes narrowed slightly, and those blue pupils, similar to his own, were filled with subtle emotions. Her lips moved in a broken-pot manner as she said, "We're all the same person anyway, so you'll have to deal with whatever he's causing."

Huh? What's going on alone?

Hipper held the man's face and dragged it towards her. He leaned over in response to the force, wanting to see what she was going to do.

As they got closer, the girl put her hand on his forehead, her expression as if she was trying to calm down the surging emotions that were about to burst. Her face was full of words saying, "Let's give it a try. If it doesn't work, we'll think of another way."

Is the illness that serious? So what happened...

A third-person perspective memory appeared in his mind out of thin air, and as the memory expanded, he connected his five senses with the person in the picture.

The dormitory corridor was dark in the early morning, and a shadow stood in front of the closed door.

"Who are you guarding against? Satoru."

Inside the door, the white-haired boy sat on the ground with his back against the door, gritting his teeth and remaining silent.

"I know you're at the door."

The boy's face was full of expression, a mixture of forbearance and anger that was hard to describe in words.

"Open the door."

The unexpected guest who came to visit late at night was whispering something like a command outside the door, with her finger on the handle. She was a little confused about being turned away.

The tough stance was naturally rejected.

She softened her voice and whispered coaxingly, "Let's go on a date, Wu."

The door opened.

The one who took the bait dragged the uninvited guest into the room, closed the door, and locked it. He pressed her against the wall, trapped in the narrow space between his arms, his head lowered, his eyes fixed on her.

"Say it again."

The sound was a little quiet, so I wanted to confirm again if I had heard it wrongly.

My teeth were a little itchy, but I held it in.

The man didn't care about the situation in front of him. He seemed to be amused by his different actions before and after. He tilted his head and looked at him and laughed, his eyes sparkling and charming.

"say."

The girl raised her eyelids, her long and curly eyelashes trembling slightly, and she opened her mouth nonchalantly: "Let's go on a date——"

The boy lowered his head and swallowed her words, swallowing her voice.

The unknown sound of water, which tortures one's sanity and makes one's heart beat faster, echoes in this narrow space on this quiet night.

The empathic connection allows the third person to also feel the soft entanglement in the mouth at this moment, and how the tongue belonging to another person is stiffened and so sweet under the influence of the young man.

The man was inexperienced and at a loss. He couldn't breathe during a kiss, didn't know how to move his tongue, and didn't know how to refuse when being invaded. His tongue was sucked until it numb and trembled. She could only passively open her mouth and swallow everything the boy said.

His tongue, his breath, his saliva.

Forcing her to swallow, making a sound that couldn't be concealed.

"Where are you going?"

The realm that genius had never set foot in, and that had never been set foot in by anyone, was invaded and explored wantonly without warning, and she was powerless to resist.

He heard the girl's disordered breathing, saw the confusion in her eyes and her defenseless and helpless body.

The young man restrained his aggression, wiping away the watery liquid from the corners of her mouth with his fingertips, rubbing her open lips. His expression was calm, his eyes were calm. His gaze was fixed on his fingertips, gazing at them for a long time.

"Why, my genius, have you learned it?"

The girl came to her senses and remained silent.

His hand passed over her body, and they touched for a brief moment. The young man's head rested on the side of her neck, and his breath was on the skin hidden under her hair.

"What time is it, and you still have a date?"

He opened the door, pushed the person out, and closed the door.

"Don't stay up late."

The girl's hands hanging at her sides were clenched into fists, with a confused look on her face. She turned her head to look at the closed door, frowned as if she had encountered a problem, and fell into deep thought.

The girl outside the door returned to her room opposite with a bitter face, while the white-haired boy inside the other door lost the indifference on his face and raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

"Take the game back."

*

The five senses are disconnected as the memory ends, but the tip of the tongue can still feel the happiness and desire that have not faded.

Although there was no real kiss and there was nothing in the mouth, the lingering aftertaste continued to stimulate the secretion of saliva.

The girl in front of him was waiting for him to wake up, staring at him unblinkingly. Her long white eyelashes brushed against his eyelids, her light, warm breath fanning over his skin. Her lips were pursed, a deep red that looked like water.

It’s within reach, so close, just a little closer and I could taste it myself, relive everything I remembered, or even more.

You're too close, you really have no sense of propriety. Who did you learn this from?

Gojo Satoru blinked and pushed Hipper's head away.

"So that's how it is..."

"It's very serious."

The "can't learn" comment hit the genius hard, leaving her feeling a bit frustrated. She believed there was nothing she couldn't learn, only things she didn't want to learn. The provocation from her classmates haunted her.

It has nothing to do with that sticky kiss. These two people, one minds that there are things he is not good at, and the other minds that he is always inferior to the other.

The young, 15-year-old Gojo Satoru didn't do this out of affection. He simply wanted to undermine Hipper's control and entertain himself by watching her frustrated expression.

As for this genius before me...

They lack the ability to perceive emotions and love, and always rely on their own abilities to do unscrupulous things. They cannot tolerate people and things that are beyond their control, and cannot accept provocation from those they are monitoring, let alone the fact that the provocation is successful.

Phew, luckily it wasn’t a relationship issue, otherwise I would have really asked about his blind spots in knowledge.

Teacher Gojo Satoru has remained single since his student days and has no romantic experience. While teaching his students, he's never had to counsel them about love; after all, with the uncertainty of life and death, they don't have the time for romance.

This was the first time I had to counsel a student who had a conflict with his classmates.

Educating Hipper alone wasn't enough, but he couldn't go beyond the limits of the universe to beat up his 15-year-old self.

It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he can't.

The desire to control is too strong, stalking, snooping, ugh - it's a huge problem.

What should I do? I can't beat the female student, but she doesn't seem like the kind of person who can change her mind and turn over a new leaf after just a few words.

It was a bit difficult for him.

A flash of inspiration came to his mind, but the first thing he thought of was not the solution, but the scene of his words just now: "Speak." which made Hipper's whole body stiff.

What? It reminded her of another Gojo Satoru.

He wouldn't kiss his students like an impulsive teenager, he was a teacher. He was there to solve students' problems, not to create new ones.

"It's not the same person, Hipper-san." The human name teacher shook her finger. "But I do have a solution to the trouble he caused you."

This sentence attracted the attention of the genius.

"Suppress him, control him, and make him unable to resist until he obeys your orders."

After all, it was another version of himself. If he couldn't hit anyone, he could just let Hipper play with her and ravage her. Bullying a female classmate was too much. He had never done that when he was young. It was too bad. He needed to teach her a lesson.

"Hipper, hit someone in the face."

The famous teacher Gojo Satoru taught Hipper earnestly and kindly revealed to her some of his own fighting habits when he was young.

Some minor weaknesses from his youth that have not been corrected have no effect on Gojo Satoru now. He is the strongest, has no weaknesses, and stands at the top.

Just to support your own students. What's wrong with giving them special treatment? Geniuses deserve some privileges and preferential treatment.

"Okay, okay, go back to sleep. Staying up late will give you wrinkles." After instructing the students on how to deal with 15-year-old Gojo Satoru, the teacher patted her head and told her to go back quickly.

"We'll see each other again. A genius can't be so dependent on a teacher."

"Good night, Gojo-sensei, see you next time."

Hipper disappeared onto the sofa, and Gojo Satoru put on his eyepatch and continued to complete the rest of the lesson plan.

At 3:02 in the morning, Hipper came back, touched the pillow and fell asleep immediately, having no dreams all night.