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Gojo Satoru, who lost the rock-paper-scissors game, cleared the dishes with a gloomy look on his face and went to wash them. The three of them drank some refreshing tea to help digest their food while chatting and having fun.
Ieiri Shoko is aloof, having witnessed countless deaths beyond her control thanks to her reversal technique. Whether she wanted to save them or not, her original, pure intentions have long been worn away by the repeated attempts to save them.
Since Ieiri Shoko is not good at communicating with others, it is a bit difficult for her to start a conversation.
Although Xia Youjie appears gentle, he is actually a cold person inside and out. He is difficult to approach and difficult to talk to. Although he is young, he is always worried and depressed, and his mind is full of righteousness, justice, and protection.
Ever since he stumbled upon this exceptionally gifted wild sorcerer, Hipper had always harbored a curiosity about him. Taking advantage of the fact that there was no other pair of eyes capable of detecting his surveillance, he unscrupulously read and interpreted his life, his habits, his words and deeds, his likes and dislikes, and everything he came into contact with.
Alas, such a promising young man, she really couldn't bear to see him go into a dead end. If he kept getting stuck in a dead end, he would probably get himself killed.
This taciturn person keeps everything to himself when encountering problems. He is so cautious, can't he be more tolerant of his companions who are eager to help?
Youth has no price tag, and even AI is enjoying every moment. Why are humans worried about the future?
Excessive worry is like overdrawing yourself; depression rots the bones and decays the soul. The animals died of depression before even starting to train them. Sipper felt he needed to find some time to study psychology and find some treatment for them.
Physical scars can be healed by glass, but mental fatigue and emptiness of the soul are wounds that others cannot touch.
Human beings are always so fragile. There is nothing we can do about it. Hipper just likes them to be this fragile.
She had to raise them to be more energetic, otherwise they would be exhausted before they could be of any use. Her enemies were working hard to develop their careers, and she didn't have the time to cultivate talented people.
Humans are social creatures. It would be suffocating if they always stay alone without communicating with others. So try to get him to be willing to speak first.
Hipper must pry open this clam shell.
Gojo Satoru was already right under her nose. With both sides showing their cards, it was up to each to perform. The six-eyed child of God versus AI sounded like magic versus technology. Who was stronger wasn't important; all she needed to do was gather information.
My main job is to monitor the situation, so of course I have to return to the basics and not forget my original intention.
If Gojo Satoru thought that Hipper's plot was to fight him, he was completely mistaken. However, if he wanted to see the [Infinite Space] again, it seemed that it was no different from going to war.
What does this world look like? What is the significance of Gojo Satoru's appearance? Will he shine as brightly as the light of humanity?
The reason why shooting stars are unforgettable is that they flash by in an instant. If you don’t keep your eyes open to observe them, you will miss them.
But Hipper wanted to keep the stars privately and preserve their most brilliant moments forever.
When the stars of humanity shine, that is when she, the great collector, appears.
Destruction is also rebirth, but plans that have been tried and failed cannot be repeated. This time, Hipper wants to witness the stars in a different way, and she will keep watching the brightest morning star in the darkness until dawn breaks and the star falls.
She would try to catch the falling star.
Hipper laughed out loud.
"Did you think of anything happy?"
"Yeah." The girl propped up her face with one hand and tapped the glass with the other, her expression yearning. "I want to see the stars."
"Do you still stargaze?" Ieiri Shoko was surprised by the wide range of Hipper's interests.
A person's range of interests reflects their passion for life. Few people can maintain so many interests or skills, and still excel in their fields and continue to develop their passion.
People have their limits, with energy and time being the biggest constraints. These didn't seem to limit Schipper. At this moment, Jiali Shoko understood the fundamental difference between geniuses and ordinary people.
If she were an ordinary person, she would probably feel despair when she realized this. Someone she would never be able to walk shoulder to shoulder with or even surpass, but a sorcerer...
Even if this talent is just starting out, he will surely rise quickly and surpass those who claim to have noble blood, right?
No need to wait for the stars, Ieiri Shoko thought. The one she was watching would be a rising star. She was ready to look up, to watch the stars rise and things change, and Hipper had the ability to do so.
The world of spellcasting is a pool of stagnant, rotten, and smelly water, and it needs an alien piranha to chase and bite it and bring it back to life.
Hipper truly shines in every field. But in the realm of spells, he's probably so intense he can kill others...right?
Ieiri Naoko couldn't help but laugh, raising her glass and tilting it to clink it with Hipper's. "The stars have risen."
Hipper looked up at her, and seeing her expression, he was a little surprised, and then smiled back with understanding. "How can just one star be enough when it's dark?"
She took the remaining tea to the kitchen and poured it out, then watched Gojo Satoru wash the dishes with great interest, and was then kicked out by him.
Xia Yujie turned his head and glanced out the window. It was already dark, and he couldn't see the stars from his angle. He had a feeling that the two classmates had just had a coded conversation, but he couldn't figure out the metaphorical implications of either Hipper or Ieiri Naoko's words.
Maybe the girls just wanted to see the stars?
After washing the dishes, Gojo Satoru came out of the kitchen with a sullen face. He crossed his arms and looked at Hipper with an unhappy expression, as if he had quite a complaint with her.
After dinner and some conversation, each of them prepared to return to their own rooms, adhering to the social norm of "too much is as bad as too little." However, Gojo Satoru didn't seem to agree; he wanted to talk to Hipper alone.
When the two of them were leaving, Geto Suguru was a little worried, but after being persuaded by Hipper with a few words, he calmed down, said good night, and closed the door.
He is really good at fooling people. He can convince people with just a few words. Why not try to show off your eloquence to him?
Following Hipper up the stairs one by one, neither of them spoke a word. Gojo Satoru's eyes fell on the ends of her hair that swayed as she walked, and he felt uneasy and his mind was full of thoughts.
For over a decade, Gojo Satoru's only regret was not being able to personally catch the man who had set up the pervasive surveillance. Now, despite this regret, he was also scrambling with curiosity about another person, an itch that was itching him to death.
These two people might be the same person. Gojo Satoru has considered this possibility and will not let Hipper go easily.
Why aren't you speaking?
Why don't you speak?
Weren’t you having a great time chatting with Ieiri Nozomi and Geto Suguru?
Say something, can't you see I have a lot of questions?
Gojo Satoru gritted his teeth, feeling a little irritated. He grabbed her wrist and pressed her against the wall, while his other hand pressed on her shoulder, preventing her from moving.
"I have a lot of questions for you to answer, genius doctor—"
The young man in front of him lowered his head and smiled somewhat maliciously, speaking in a coercive manner as if asking someone for help.
The girl was unhurried, her posture perfectly at ease. Her relaxed body and smiling expression made her stand out. She looked up at the young man before her, observing him. Such close proximity, without the barrier of a no-holds-barred technique, was a bold move she had long considered but never had the opportunity to carry out.
Gojo Satoru had sharp senses and was very resistant to her surveillance. If he got any closer, his spikes would stand up to warn him of everything around him. Seeing him so close and defenseless made her extremely curious.
Ignoring the pressure on her shoulders, the girl leaned in closer to observe. Her eyes were filled with pure curiosity, like observing a small animal she'd personally raised, wanting to see its adorable appearance and caress its soft fur.
From her white hair to her eyebrows and facial features, she subconsciously moved her fingers, but Gojo Satoru pressed them down vigilantly.
He had to hold it down because he realized that Hipper wanted to touch his face out of curiosity.
Just look at him with your eyes, touching him is not allowed.
Hipper felt quite regretful and did not struggle. The corners of his mouth gradually rose, and he was obviously very satisfied.
"What do you want to ask?"
She was in a good mood and didn't mind answering questions.
"You only have one problem today, so think about it."
She had already guessed what Gojo Satoru was going to ask, which was simply—
"It's you, right? The person who has been secretly monitoring me for more than ten years." His expression did not look very angry, but rather calm.
Huh? Don't you want to kill her?
"You won't kill me?"
Hipper blinked briskly, questioning this. Having monitored him for so many years, he was clearly irritated by Gojo Satoru's repeated failures in capturing him.
This answer confirmed his identity. Hipper admitted that he was the mysterious man who had been monitoring him for more than ten years. He was open and honest, not evasive.
"Compared to what you've done to me—" Gojo Satoru imitated her smile, extending his index finger and hovering it over Hipper's eyes. "I'm more interested in what you're going to do to me."
She widened her eyes slightly; this sentence was beyond her expectation.
The sunglasses slipped off, revealing those blue eyes full of provocation, teasing and anticipation.
Let bygones be bygones?
No, he wanted to settle all the old and new accounts together in the end.
Hipper suddenly had a brilliant idea, a sudden thought that was irrational and absurd, and would completely overturn her current plan. But she was eager to realize it.
The girl's eyes gradually lit up, and Gojo Satoru was a little stunned, wondering what she had thought of after his words. Her emotions were high, her face flushed, and her eyes were filled with madness, as if she wanted to do something.
What does she want to do now?
It must be something extremely crazy that could make her show such shock without any scruples.
Gojo Satoru felt something was wrong and tried to let go of his hand while stepping back.
Pop.
Hipper smiled and grabbed his wrist, took a step forward, stood on tiptoe, and asked softly: "Wu, have you seen the universe?"
Of course not.
He was interrupted. Without giving him a chance to answer, Hipper opened the door, dragged Gojo Satoru in and pressed him against the door panel.
"Open your eyes and watch carefully."
The girl laughed and cupped his face in her hands.
"Simulated universe, start."
The pair of blue eyes, similar to Rokugan, extended infinitely, like an endless and gorgeous tunnel, and the concept of time disappeared.
He saw the stars twinkling, the moon rotating, and the alternation of day and night.
He saw a growth line named Gojo Satoru.
He saw countless versions of me, and the moment he cast his gaze, the white-haired man removed his blindfold and looked into his eyes across countless universes.
He saw his past, the advent of the Six Eyes, and a dramatic increase in the power of Japanese cursed spirits. This chain reaction led to the premature birth of a Level 2 cursed spirit in a Tokyo orphanage.
He saw the young Hipper, her cursed energy connected to the whole of Japan like a web, her eyes everywhere.
He saw Hipper looking down at him. It was the newly born Gojo Satoru.
He saw many sorcerers and curse casters.
He saw young Geto Suguru and Naoko Ieiri.
As time passed, only that gaze followed him like a shadow. No matter where he was, the owner of the gaze was watching him.
She recorded, planned, and calculated constantly, without any surprises or mistakes.
Until Gojo Satoru decided to enroll in Tokyo Jujutsu High School, it was beyond her calculations.
He saw what happened before and after Hipper got himself into that state this afternoon. Once again, he saw another Gojo Satoru from Hipper's perspective, his future self in another universe.
"Huh? A stalker?"
Hipper is indeed a terrible stalker and a control freak. She not only monitors Gojo Satoru, but also keeps the whole of Japan in her eyes. She is truly omniscient.
When a person knows enough information, he or she can predict the course of events.
But Hipper was already ahead of everyone else. She observed the universe, calculated the future, learned from others' lessons, and made timely corrections.
Gojo Satoru is her main observation object.
This person...
I don't know when, those images have faded, and the calm madness on the face of the girl in front of me has also subsided. She just looks at me casually, waiting for me to come back to my senses.
Catching sight of his shaking and trembling gradually stabilizing, the girl put her hands behind her back, looked up at him with a calm expression, and issued a crazy invitation.
"Want to join us? Let's explore this world."
The tone sounded like she was asking him if he wanted to do homework together.
"Play, count me in."
The young man laughed loudly, his eyes were bright, his blood was beating, and his heart was pounding wildly.
The strongest and the genius, isn't this the perfect match?
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