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The strongest six eyes and cursed spirit manipulation might seem like a peak showdown between the strongest to these students, but to the Primordial Celestial Body, it was just a fight between kittens. Both were furry, and their attacks were as fierce as tigers, but the actual damage was 0.5.

Those exaggerated cursed powers and dazzling, dangerous colors were just special effects to it, and after a few glances, it lost interest. The outcome of victory was already predetermined. The Pokémon Master could not defeat Wreck-It Ralph. If this battle continued, Geto Suguru's inventory would be completely depleted.

The moment Qi's energy disappeared at Gojo Satoru's fingertips, the outcome was decided.

The sorcerer, hailed as the strongest, remained unfazed after the previous battle, while the other man, exhausted and defeated, had been completely at a disadvantage in the fight, never gaining any advantage. But if verbal provocation and mental attacks were included, Geto Suguru still had the upper hand.

The students who were watching the battle saw with their own eyes that Gojo Satoru became a little angry after hearing a few words.

Alas, emotions make people dizzy.

Although he won the fight, there was absolutely no progress in the emotional field. Don’t you agree, the strongest Gojo teacher?

Don't pour cold water on him at this time, or the teacher will seize the opportunity and train him to death.

The feeling of depression still lingered after the battle, and the gap between the two sides made Gojo Satoru want to do something.

His emotions and brain were completely affected by another person, and she dominated his annoyance and joy. It was not his style to let another person control his emotions and even his decisions. He felt a little troubled, but he had no better solution for the time being.

The tasks that occupied most of his time had been taken over by the Primordial Celestial Body, and there was no need for him to intervene in teaching the students at the moment - the students were having a great time playing card battles.

Literally, fly.

His previously packed schedule was about to clear out, and he wasn't quite used to the sudden relaxation. Besides... when he was busy, there was usually someone else around.

And that person is currently on a business trip in the next universe, so we won't be able to meet again for a while.

It's a bit hard to get used to seeing someone who I see every day suddenly disappear without a trace.

Thinking about the next time you meet someone right after parting...tsk, you'll probably be laughed at.

But... I really want to see her soon. I want to tell her my clear feelings and my desire for her. Well, it can only be summed up in one sentence: how about trying to change my identity?

Let's try to be lovers?

We will be in sync.

…

It's hard to calm down.

"What are you looking at?" He noticed before leaving the simulated universe that the primordial celestial body seemed to be always looking at images that they could not see.

It seems that there is no other person other than Hipper who can attract its attention and concern.

What are you looking at?

The Primordial Celestial Body, its attention diverted from the image, paused for a moment. After some analysis, it concluded: If I say it directly, it will draw his strange gaze, right? So, I'll embellish it a little.

"Watching a movie."

Watching surveillance.

"It's a romance."

Wait and see.

“…”

The man with his arms crossed had a clear expression of doubt on his face, and his eyes clearly said: Tell the truth.

Oh, teachers are different, their aura is full of energy.

"Want to watch it together?" It invited, patting the seat next to it. "I'm sure you're also curious about what Hipper is doing right now?"

Turning to leave, Gojo Satoru sat down and crossed his legs, silently urging it to start the show.

Such an honest man, he is actually a hidden control freak, his eyes never leave Hipper.

The movies are still lively with a lot of people, and it’s time for those students to quiet down.

"Intermission! It's commercial time!"

The two students, locked in a fierce battle between Rokugan and the Curse King, were forcibly torn apart by the Primordial Celestial Body. Several students were pinned to the ground in descending order of height, including Geto Suguru, who was placed to Gojo Satoru's right.

Sit in a row and watch a romance movie.

Several students who were forced to collect their cards and enter the anti-addiction stage looked at each other, not knowing what to do next.

Since they're supposed to be watching ads, they must be recommending something, right? It's hard to imagine the Primordial Celestial Body recommending something strange, and that shouldn't apply to humans either, right?

"The celestial cards are projected in real time. Whether the distance between you is the universe, time, or death, the eyes will show you everything~"

Without giving them any room for imagination, a huge screen appeared in the air before their eyes, projecting images of another universe.

The real image displayed from a third-person perspective is now fully displayed in front of everyone.

There was a familiar figure on the screen. The students' slightly surprised eyes shifted between the big screen and Gojo-sensei.

The person in the picture wasn't Hipper, but a younger Gojo Satoru—the white-haired boy, sound asleep in bed, a slightly tired expression on his face. There was no mistaking that face; it was Gojo Satoru's youth!

“It’s Satoru…”

At first glance, he recognized Gojo Satoru, his former classmate, from the room's layout and the items he had. Geto was quite impressed, finding it hard to imagine anyone other than a sorcerer could have such technology capable of real-time monitoring from a distance of a universe.

How is this any different from a public execution? I'm sorry, Wu, I can't stop it. I'll tell you about it when I get back.

The camera freezes on the boy's face, the image so clear that even the pores and the tiny hairs on his skin can be seen. Fortunately, Gojo Satoru can handle this kind of fatal shooting - his looks and strength have always been very good.

Night, a young boy, a sleeping face, the atmosphere has been set, and according to the plot, someone should come to disturb them.

Among all the people watching, Gojo Satoru was probably the only one who felt a heart attack, because he had already guessed what would happen next.

How could a movie called a romance by the troublemaker Primordial Orb have only one character? Its eyes almost seemed to be on Hipper, so the missing character would soon appear.

As expected, the camera slowly pulled back, and when the camera took in the entire bed, suddenly—

Snow-white hair cascaded down like a waterfall, the ends swaying gently. The girl had unknowingly sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with one hand supporting her. Her fingertips almost touched the boy's cheek, but at the last moment she abruptly shifted her hand and gently lifted the open book beside his pillow and held it in her hand.

She flipped through a few pages, closed the book with a lack of interest, and gently tapped the sleeping person's head with the spine of the book.

"Wu, wake up."

It wasn't until she started speaking that they noticed something was wrong—her voice was slightly hoarse, with a hint of muffled nasal tone at the end.

The boy grumbled in his sleep, curling up like a cat. He tugged at the corner of the quilt and burrowed deeper into the covers, burying his flushed cheeks deep within. His eyes, always bright and sparkling, were now tightly shut, their lashes casting tiny shadows beneath them, trembling slightly with his uneven breathing. He unconsciously bit a small corner of the quilt, uttering an inarticulate mutter.

"Huh! How could such a cute boy grow up to have such a terrible personality!" Wild Rose stared at the face in the screen, unable to help but sigh. Such a cute boy would make anyone's heart flutter, but then she looked at the young man sitting on the ground with no image at all—that impeccable face was covered with a smirk that deserved a beating, and his mouth was constantly spewing out venomous remarks that made people furious.

"Oh, that's not right..." She suddenly held her chin thoughtfully, "This person's appearance is completely proportional to how bad he is." After all, this face is indeed impeccable: a high nose bridge, a well-defined jaw, and it is even more invincible when he smiles, perfect without any dead angles.

"As long as she doesn't speak, she's perfect," Wild Rose muttered quietly, meeting Gojo-sensei's questioning gaze. With the blindfold removed, her eyes narrowed slightly, her eyelashes casting fan-shaped shadows beneath them. She looked like a beautiful boy straight out of a manga—if you ignored the fact that he was saying in a provocative tone, "Peeking? You'll be charged for it~"

A man is most handsome when he is unaware of his handsomeness. Once he becomes aware of it, he will become greasy.

The boy buried in the quilt was probably very sleepy and did not respond to her call.

She reached out and gently pushed Gojo Satoru's shoulder, the fabric rustling slightly. Seeing no reaction, she pushed again, but he remained sound asleep.

"The sleep quality is really good..."

The book in my hand immediately played an extra role.

Gently awaken the sleeping soul.

"Ugh!" The person in the bed suddenly jumped up, clutching their hand at their instantly reddened forehead, their sleepy eyes filled with astonishment. A few strands of hair fell across their brow from the sudden movement. He blinked, finally taking in the figure beside the bed and the hardcover book in her hand, a weapon large enough for murder.

Famous scene CGs included.

Get the dark history of Mr. Gojo.

"I say - aren't you guys being too blatant?" Hearing the click of a cell phone camera next to his ear, Gojo Satoru gritted his teeth, trying to convince himself that the person in the picture wasn't him.

How could someone sleep like a pig and not even wake up? This definitely wasn't Gojo Satoru! At least it definitely wasn't him!

"Just a souvenir." After taking a picture of this person's dark history, Maki put away her phone contentedly and felt more refreshed than ever before.

The white-haired boy covered his forehead with his hands, grimacing in pain. His brows were lowered, and his temples were even slightly tense from gritting his teeth. But when he raised his eyes to look at Hipper, the anger that was about to burst out was abruptly stopped - his jaw tensed, his Adam's apple rolled, and in the end he just stared at her, waiting for her to give an explanation.

"Your face is so red."

His taut jawline faltered momentarily as he noticed the unnatural blush on her face. His ears felt hot, and his breathing was more rapid than usual. His brows furrowed even tighter, the uncontrollable anger extinguished as if by a bucket of cold water, replaced by a more complex emotion.

He subconsciously leaned forward, pressing his palm to her forehead without hesitation. The moment his fingertips touched her skin, he was visibly startled—it was hot.

"...You have a fever." His voice was still tense, but his tone had softened a bit. His knuckles unconsciously brushed against her burning temples, as if to confirm whether the temperature was an illusion. "It's still a high fever."

The girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly shaking off wet wings, and she blinked slowly. Her consciousness seemed to float in some distant place, her whole body limp, not even her neck could support the weight of her head. She leaned forward defenselessly, her burning forehead pressed completely into his palm, her hair brushing against his wrist in a mess.

She just looked up at him, her pupils moist and dilated from the intense heat, but her gaze was strangely focused, as if he were the only one left in the world. Her lips were pale, slightly parted, but she remained silent.

So good.

He is abnormally well-behaved, so well-behaved...it makes one's heart soften.

The boy's breathing hitched, and his originally loose fingers subconsciously tightened a little, his fingertips rubbing against the beating pulse under the thin skin of her temples.

It was so hot that his heart curled up.