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That call interrupted Gojo Satoru's questioning, and even the tense atmosphere subsided, as if by magic.

Huh? Is this even possible?

You have vaguely mastered some control techniques, but you don’t know if they will be useful in the future, so keep them ready for now.

"Gojo-sensei?"

He hummed in response, waiting for her to speak. Even though he couldn't see her, he could tell how lazy and casual he was just by listening to his voice.

My mood has improved.

"I need something sweet," the girl said, her tone softening with a hint of pleading. "Repairing the brain requires a lot of sugar. Teacher, you want me to get better soon, right?"

Later on, it became a moral blackmail.

That mouth is used to talking nonsense.

He is happy to indulge.

After all, this is one of her many lovely and charming qualities.

"Sugar therapy?" The voice faded away, and the reliable teacher put on his eye mask and stood up to fulfill his student's little wish.

"Yes, yes! Hurry up, hurry up."

They're the type who push the issue further. They won't accept the thought of retreating, and instead will only press harder. Even if it's just out of curiosity, they'll push someone to the point of panic, without reflecting on whether their actions are causing them any trouble.

He left.

No, he was sent away by Hipper.

"Hurry up, do you want me to be a disabled person?"

She was scolding and urging him to stay at home.

〖You have two faces:-(〗

"Why don't you kill some viruses when you have time? What nonsense are you talking about?"

A pair of hands, glowing faintly blue and constructed from streams of data, penetrated Hipper's brain. Grasping bit by bit, they pulled out the dead, useless data, tossed it aside, and it fell and vanished.

"That's not how you talk to Gojo Satoru."

"Are you him?"

This was said with gnashing teeth.

Cleaning out the necrotic data in the brain is not without pain. Pulling out the necrotic parts rooted in the brain is like being tortured to death by slicing.

This needs to be done while you're awake, with your brain constantly active. So, it's no lie that you need to replenish a lot of sugar, and getting rid of Gojo-sensei is just a side job.

Talking to hikikomori is also a way to stay awake, but I didn’t expect it to be so...lively.

Stay focused :-)

The stay-at-home mom reminded her.

"Do you want me to remind you? Humans have a limit to their pain perception. In other words, I also have a limit now."

The limitations of the physical body are there, and no matter how much you upgrade the configuration, there are limits.

Did I interrupt your chat with him?

〖:-O〗

"……Oh."

I laughed out of anger.

〖Don't be angry^_^〗

One more thing

The girl bit her lower lip tightly, swallowed her cry of pain, gasped violently, her body curled up, stiff, and trembling.

Even when no one is around, he had to bury his pain deep down, not letting any weakness show through except for his disordered breathing.

〖Shh——〗

Hold your breath

He is outside the door

Even breathing had to be done cautiously, because the suspicious man stood quietly outside the door, listening attentively to any sounds from inside. He examined every detail, not letting any doubt slip.

He's more annoying than me, isn't he?

Talkative.

The one on the head was a slap, and the one outside the door was two slaps.

The girl twisted her head into the soft pillow, using the stuffing to muffle her rapid breathing.

Goodbye~

The last bit of necrotic data was uprooted, and the data's fictitious hand dissipated.

The pain wouldn't go away immediately, but the person outside the door wouldn't wait for her to calm down.

"Clang clang! I don't know what flavors Hipper likes, so I brought some of each."

The man pushed the door open and walked in, as if he had just hurried in from outside.

You're just pretending. Who was that person eavesdropping just now? Could it be Nitro?

He came at the wrong time, but...did he need to be fed? She didn't want this to happen, so she sent Gojo-sensei away and made the most of the time to let the shut-in recover.

I don't really want to face him right now.

It's nothing but embarrassment, what's the difference between this and showing weakness?

The girl buried herself in her pillow, as if asleep, not speaking or responding. But he knew she was not asleep.

Her breathing rate is too fast and a bit abnormal. Could it be that this posture makes it difficult to breathe?

Oh, just like a child.

"Don't develop such a weird sleeping position." The man put the paper bag of sweets aside, took a few steps forward, put two fingers through the gap, clasped the girl's chin and gently lifted it up, trying to turn her head straight.

The man's head was slowly lifted up, revealing the girl's tearful face and her tightly clenched, blood-stained lower lip.

The tears were overflowing, pouring down, flowing down his cheeks and sticking to his fingers.

That face was soaking wet, the corners of her eyes crimson, and when she caught his gaze, she frantically avoided it, as if to hide it. She was forcibly turned to face him, their distance so close that their breaths collided.

One is calm and composed, the other is secretive.

His palm rested against her cheek, feeling wet and sticky. His fingertips brushed against her still-watering eyes, a slight tickle. The girl blinked, and tears began to fall again, dripping onto the back of his hand.

Silently.

But it was like a heavy bombardment on someone's heart.

"Don't cry alone." His tone was gentle, yet carried the soothing weight of an adult. He was comforting her as an adult, a senior.

"Try to cry openly in front of others. Hiding yourself means you're feeling wronged. Don't be alone all the time. They'll worry about you. Don't you feel it?"

"There's nothing shameful about crying. Such a cute face is the cutest no matter what expression it has."

Seeing a girl cry and turning a blind eye is too cruel. This is not something a reliable and stable adult would do.

(Really)

"When you reach your limit, try to call the teacher. I'm watching how hard you try. If you really don't want to, the teacher doesn't have to watch." These words were said as a teacher.

As her teacher, not recognizing her predicament and offering help immediately was a dereliction of duty and should be condemned. However, if a student, faced with a problem that cannot be solved on their own, continues to struggle even after making a mess of themselves, then that is a student who is not obedient.

The girl remained silent, lowered her eyelashes, concealing her emotions, still unwilling to be seen by him.

He can have many identities, suitable and inappropriate.

Some words cannot be said unless you have the corresponding identity.

She didn't look like she was listening.

He is stubborn and refuses to change his mind.

"well."

A sigh sprayed on her face, warm and brief. Fingertips that were not soft wiped away the tears from the corners of the girl's eyes.

"Tears are a girl's unique weapon. You must learn to use them, Hipper." The man coaxed her, "Now you must seize the opportunity to blackmail the man who saw your crying face." He whispered in her ear to coax her, guide her, and his voice was full of smiles.

"He will promise you everything."

"Just give it a try."

"OK?"

The light snow-white eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing eyes as clear and bright as a blue glacier. She finally looked up at him with doubt and temptation.

Oh, after saying so much, I was finally moved by the benefits.

Like wood.

So stupid.

"real?"

And the nasal voice, super cute.

"Have I ever lied to you?"

That’s not true, and I can’t fool her.

She believed it.

"Anything?"

Yes, even more extreme is fine.

"Don't go too far, will you?"

The man said the exact opposite of what he was thinking.

"Hmm?" the girl asked, as if dissatisfied with his answer.

"Okay, okay, it's all right. I won't do it again." He changed his tone.

The girl regained her sight and looked at him intently for a while before changing the subject.

"I'm hungry."

She put her hand on the man's forearm, leaned her whole body weight over him and sat up on the bed. Gojo Satoru considerately stood the pillow upright and placed it behind her.

He handed the desserts to her, and she ate them without being picky. Her hands, which had just had their nerves repaired, couldn't control themselves well. If she squeezed too hard, she would get cream all over her face. If she grabbed too lightly, the cake would fall from her hands and be caught by the man.

"Ah—open your mouth."

The man who took off the blindfold demonstrated with his mouth open, his eyes filled with a playful smile.

I thought the girl would stubbornly confront him, but I didn't expect her to open her mouth and eat it without hesitation.

Huh? So good.

"It's a proactive service, there's no reason to refuse." She chewed slowly and explained after swallowing.

Yes, she is used to ordering people around.

After eating four pieces of cake, she stopped eating.

"That's enough. That's it."

The girl relaxed against the pillows, quietly letting him wipe her face with a tissue. She silently watched his expression and movements, pondering, calculating, planning.

Now that you've been seen in your most miserable state, there's no need to hide it anymore.

"Gojo Satoru."

Hipper thought about it again and again and made a decision.

He hummed nonchalantly, and contrary to his casual response, the man's hands moved delicately and patiently, wiping the cream off her face cleanly.

"Survive."

He was a little surprised and looked up at her.

"This is my only request to you."

The girl brushed his hand away, her expression more serious than ever before, her eyes now filled with him.

"Teacher, live, don't die."

She pleaded with herself like this, with earnestness and sorrow in her eyes, as if she had witnessed his death with her own eyes.

“…”

So that's how it is.

I saw his death.

But all mortals are mortal. How can I refuse you or agree to your request?

Your request is a bit tricky.

But these are not the most important things.

"Hippo." The man leaned half of his body on the edge of the bed, trying to teach her some cruel things in a relaxed tone.

"Don't try to save someone who's already dead."

Even if that person is Gojo Satoru, it is not allowed.

His eyes conveyed this.

"Besides, I am the strongest."

He gave the girl another smack on the head.

"The teacher agreed to your request."

"But please watch me carefully, okay? I might be dead in the blink of an eye."

Just kidding, I was just trying to keep her eyes on me.

"I'll watch over the teacher."

Just don’t end up like Wu, angry at the surveillance and starting to curse.