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"I'm going to go buy something, you guys continue."

Her fingers pulled away from the table, and the sound of her heels touching the floor made everyone at the table stop eating and look up at her.

"Uh-huh."

Mr. Gojo held the long-bitten straw between his teeth, the blue plastic covered in fine teeth marks. With a muffled "hmm," the end of the straw tilted slightly upward, and a drop of orange juice slid down the side of the straw, splashing a small dark stain on the table.

The bent knuckles drew a lazy half circle in the air, like a cat's paw with the bones pulled out. The wrist did not leave the table, but just shook it perfunctorily twice. The neatly trimmed nails glowed cold white under the light.

As he released his teeth and the plastic tube bounced back to the edge of the cup, he raised his eyelids and added, "Don't wear a skirt when fighting."

Hipper stood up and sideways across the desks and chairs. When she heard the teacher's words, she turned sideways, her eyelashes slightly raised, staring at him as if he were looking at something rare, her head tilted, her eyebrows raised. But the corners of her mouth turned down slightly, revealing a hint of disgust that she couldn't hide.

The tip of his nose wrinkled slightly, and a short "tsk" came out of his throat. "You're so nagging." The ending tone was dragged out very long.

When she turned sideways, her look of disgust became even more pronounced.

“…”

What a look!

His teeth crushed the straw, the plastic making a mournful crunch. The already flattened straw was now nearly pierced through. Iced orange juice oozed through the teeth marks, leaving a sweet, cool sensation on the corners of his lips. He turned his head, following the girl's figure as her skirt flew away. His brow furrowed in discontent, his Adam's apple moving twice, but he said nothing.

Is this just normal concern? — It might sound perverted, but if a girl fights in a skirt, her panties are definitely showing. Isn't Hipper the one who cares most about her image? If her hair is messed up, she'll spend a few minutes looking at any light-reflecting surface to adjust it.

He stared at the arc of her skirt, his mind already replaying the disaster scenario of "skirt blown up", "panties exposed", "anger and embarrassment" ten thousand times. "The teacher clearly warned you kindly, but you didn't listen." The straw was bitten hard again. "You can't fight and still worry about your skirt being exposed, right?"

"I'm going to be pissed off to death by Hipper sooner or later. What a cruel way to die." Gojo Satoru spat out the remains of the straw, took out a new straw, replaced it and continued biting it.

Students: You deserve it.

"Huh?" He turned to look at the students, "You're not going to say bad things about the teacher in your heart, are you?"

"Haha, how could that be?"

Yuji Itadori waved his hand, turned his head and winked at Megumi Fushiguro - lying to the teacher without changing his expression is a necessary skill for every student.

I feel that Hipper and Gojo Sensei are both the focus of the crowd. They can be seen first wherever they go if they arrive early, and they attract other people's attention no matter what they do.

Because the teacher is the strongest, I always feel that he has his reasons for doing things. Hipper...hiss, she is like an energy-saving person. When she is in contact with others, she will not move unless it is necessary.

Since she's going to pick a fight later, why not go shopping for clothes now?

It seems that I haven't told her yet that her dress today is very beautiful.

Well... maybe next time.

*

One of the five teacher's rules: Hit people in the face.

Dogma number two: Wear casual clothes when fighting.

Dogma No. 3: Um... no.

The teacher is almost 30, and she's at the age where she can be a bit nagging. She understands and will tolerate it a bit. Well, only a little, no more.

The teacher will push his limits.

"So dazzling..."

A sudden gust of wind blew past, and her long hair suddenly broke free from its restraints. A few strands of hair were blown by the wind and hit her cheeks. The itchiness made Hipper frown slightly.

"The situation is not good, it's getting worse."

I'm already experiencing symptoms of not being able to adapt to crowds, much earlier than expected. Is this because of that previous incident? Sharing my life with another person means I don't have much left.

"Well, let's live one day at a time."

Go back and make a bucket list, think about what you haven’t done yet, and be a soft-hearted god to fulfill the wishes of your little classmates.

As long as I think of these lovely people, I will not be disturbed by the noisy sounds even if I am walking alone in the muddy water.

[Buzz——]

The inner layer of the leather handbag suddenly emitted a dull humming sound. Fingers pushed aside the obstruction of lipstick and wallet. On the lit screen, the words "Gojo Sensei" were flashing.

I feel like laughing.

Even though the teacher has grown up, her clingy personality is still the same as Wu's, and she just left.

Hipper stopped, his thumb hovering above the answer button, not putting it down for a long time. He turned on his toes and walked into the alley to answer the call.

"Teacher, do you need me to bring you anything?"

The moment the phone was connected, a cacophony of sound rushed into my eardrums - the crisp sound of glasses colliding at the next table, the laughter and scolding of diners, and the playful quarrels and fights of classmates, all mixed together.

Wrong number? Or a slip of the finger? What's his excuse?

"Sir, would you like some wine?"

A young waiter made his rounds, carrying drinks. He approached any customers who needed it, asking if they needed it. When it was their turn, he also thoughtfully inquired if they needed it. A pleasant male voice suddenly interrupted, "No, I don't need it." The surrounding noise seemed to have been paused, leaving only a faint electrical hum. The man's breathing became clearer, and he answered, "What did you ask?"

"Do you need me to bring you anything?"

Hipper coughed lightly to make her smile less obvious.

Oh, actually, she had already guessed what the teacher meant by calling her at this time. He had already noticed that she had recently been unable to adapt to the crowd. The teacher must have thought that she was too proud to let others see her embarrassed side, so it was difficult for him to catch up, so he called to calm her down with his voice.

How thoughtful.

If it were Wu, he wouldn't be so tactful at this moment. He would directly pull Naoko and Jie with him and challenge them with a bright and cheerful look: "Are you scared? Please help us?"

There's a huge difference, but she likes them all, whether it's the straightforward Wu-chan or the secretive and euphemistic teacher, she likes them all.

A low "hmm" came from the receiver. Amidst the rustling of fabric, a muffled laugh escaped the man's throat. A few warm breaths mixed in with the murmur of electricity. "Then bring some candy—" He deliberately dragged out the word "candy." "The teacher needs some candy too."

Hipper frowned and rubbed his ears a little uncomfortably.

He's so weird...

The sound of a metal spoon knocking against a glass came from the other side of the receiver, muffling the surrounding clamor, but Hipper could still hear the students' whispers. "It's happening again. He's still holding a sundae, and he's tricking students into running errands to buy candy."

The man chuckled, and the crisp sound of a metal spoon scraping against the wall of the cup could be heard in the background. He slowly swallowed a mouthful of cold cream before speaking lazily, "That's different. The ones students buy are better." His voice suddenly became so close that it touched my earlobe. "Right? Good student Hipper."

“…”

That's a good excuse.

There was a "crunch" sound from the other end. Someone bit into the chocolate crust on the sundae and chewed it slowly, saying innocently, "I want some candy right now." After a pause, he added, "Preferably strawberry flavored, and the same color as the teacher's lipstick."

She heard the disgust coming from Yuhito and Nobara.

Maybe he was surprised that the teacher used such a pink color. Sometimes he was even more delicate than girls.

That's cute too.

You can say this to Wu, but don’t let the teacher know.

Hipper looked up at the alley entrance and laughed. She withdrew her hand from the back of her neck, and the remaining warmth on her fingertips was blown away by the cold wind from the alley entrance in an instant.

She took a step forward, her heels rolling over the puddle, splashing a few drops of dirty water. Her figure completely melted into the light, leaving only a playful teasing: "Should I bring you a new lipstick?"

There was a lot of traffic and noise outside the alley, but the moment she walked out of the shadows, all the sounds were amplified by the familiar playful sounds in the receiver, as if they were muted.

The moment the fork pierced the sundae, the creamy layer collapsed like an avalanche, and a chill spread along the metal to the fingertips. At the same time, the noise of the crowd on the other side of the receiver hit him like a heat wave - laughter, footsteps, layer upon layer, finally swallowing up Hipper's smile.

The sundae began to melt, the chocolate sauce slowly engulfing the vanilla-white territory. He stared at the streaks of water winding along the wall of the cup, and suddenly remembered something insignificant. Some goodbyes didn't even require turning around—they were simply gently covered by the noise of the world, like the fade-out at the end of a song.

Among his students, the one who gave him the most headaches was Hipper. The biggest problem was that he couldn't find any problems with them. He also often had to travel between two worlds and suffer from jet lag, and sometimes he couldn't even catch him.

Never a goodbye, never a plan for the next meeting. Always disappearing like this. No wave, no look back, not even a lingering glance. Even the word "goodbye" is too stingy to offer, as if that word were some kind of anchor, dragging the kite back to earth.

Did you leave quietly enough, as if you had never left?

It almost makes you doubt whether she ever really existed. Perhaps she was just an illusion in your trance, a silhouette cast on the wall by the morning light, a sigh carried by the night breeze. The sharpest parting in this world, it turns out, isn't life or death, but when all the details of your time together are imprinted again and again over time, you've visited every place she's been, but can't find any trace of her.

What on earth is he worrying about at such a young age? Wouldn't it be nice to hang out with Wild Rose and the others? Even a little bit of silliness would be fine.

…

Although she is occasionally willful, she generally listens to her teacher. It would be great if she could always be so obedient.

Looking at the completely melted cream, he gave up the thought of speaking again. He slowly wiped the water marks on his fingertips with a tissue, and his voice suddenly became a little softer: "Teacher will be very long-winded today, you won't hang up the phone, right?"

The man paused and added, "If you hang up, I'll punish you by making you write a self-criticism."

Eavesdropping students: ...

Hipper: ...

"Are you lonely because you are too strong? You have reached this age, haha." Hipper's voice became cold again after putting away the feeling of being touched.

He really doesn't appreciate other people's feelings. Is he doing it on purpose?

"There's still too little work, teacher. Do you want me to pick a few tasks for you?"

"Yujin, and you too. How many special levels can you hit now? I'll give you special training when we get back!"

The angry Yuji Itadori looked up and pointed at himself, confused, but then he thought that this was a good opportunity to become stronger and happily accepted it.

"Mei, you too, your attack is too simple, go back and practice more!"

Unexpected disaster—these words were written on Megumi Fushiguro's face.

"Wild Rose, you—" Hipper gritted his teeth, "Your physical fitness is too poor, you need more training."

Looking at the dishes, Wild Rose's eyes lost their luster, and the high-quality Wagyu beef lost its appeal.

A first-year student had the leisure to follow her on a date. Was it because summer was over and there were no urgent tasks? There was no sense of tension at all.

"Teacher, what should we do?" Wild Rose asked the teacher silently in despair. When she heard that she had to undergo additional physical training, her eyes went dark.

Let her go, she can barely even pass Maki's training plan, if Hipper is in charge she'll be doomed!

“…”

Gojo Satoru shrugged and made a helpless gesture, telling them to accept their fate.

"horrible."

Panda whispered to Ji in his ear, and everyone nodded in silence.

"Second grade too!"

No way! They have a share too? Don't be so all-inclusive!

"Ji, special training!"

There's no way to hide.

"Panda..."

There was a sneer from the other end of the phone, obviously remembering who had just said something bad about her.

"Panda and Maki, please spar with me."

Of course, she also remembers who held her down from behind.

Even Gojo Satoru couldn't help but glance sideways, feeling a bit of sympathy for the two students. This was quite a vengeance. Fortunately, Hipper couldn't beat him.

"Teacher, wait."

If I can't beat you at 28, can I beat you at 15? There are many ways to make you angry. You can also experience the feeling of being irritated.

“…Tsk.”

He was about to hang up the phone.

There is no way to escape this disaster today. Hipper has a few tricks to make him angry, but none of them has anything to do with him.

Is a 15-year-old boy that attractive? Don't go to him for everything. Can't you find someone else?

"I'm starting to get angry now."

So can we not find another Gojo Satoru?

He showed weakness and really started to get angry.

Maki raised an eyebrow and hid the smile on her face by drinking from her glass. There seemed to be a hidden meaning behind what these two people were saying. Did they think they didn't understand?

She looked around and found that everyone's face was either as if they were facing a great enemy or dejected, as if... as if... they really didn't understand!

Tsk, you idiots, there's something going on with these two! Didn't you see any clues?

Wood! All wood!

"Teacher, are you 15 years old? You don't need someone to coax you, do you?"

Do you still remember who you are?

"Oh? So you mean you can coax 15?"

He immediately picked out the key point and asked her back, implicitly questioning whether it was true - whether she really tried to coax the 15-year-old Gojo Satoru.

"Yeah."

Fake.

She never coaxes Gojo Satoru.

He came to comfort himself.

So what? The teacher doesn’t know, so I can just lie to him.

"Sensitive and fragile high school boys need more attention, right, teacher~"

"laugh."

Hipper hung up the phone.

When you are angry, you should divert your anger and share the burden with everyone. This is what it means to share the joys and sorrows.

Oh, there's one missing.

Celestial Body! What's it doing behind your back this time? Last time, it was doing something behind your back, or was it planning to jailbreak? Is it going to cause trouble?

Let’s punish it by making it write a self-criticism first.

Learn and apply immediately, and apply flexibly.