07
On a rare day off without any missions, Nobara Kugisaki originally wanted to ask senior Maki to go shopping in the afternoon, but her plan was interrupted by a sudden text message notification from Gojo Satoru.
"It's been a month since school started, and there's still a transfer student? Did they pick him up on the way out on a mission?" Kugisaki Nobara was a little annoyed when she thought about her forced break. If the new transfer student was a fool like Sea Urchin and Yuhito, she would definitely treat him well during the next training session.
"Maybe he really saw him on the road. Didn't Gojo teacher say that he was on a business trip these days?" Yuji Itadori put his hands in his pockets, a little expectant.
There are only three first-year students, which is too few. He hopes that everyone can have more fun.
I'm really looking forward to seeing the students brought back by Mr. Gojo.
"Hiren!"
The voice of Teacher Gojo was heard from afar. The group looked in the direction of the voice and saw two white-haired people, one tall and one short, standing in the training ground. They looked relaxed and seemed to be chatting.
Walking closer, I saw the appearance of the new student.
With his loose white hair, he was dressed in a grey work vest and black trousers, looking very neat. He had a slender figure, a thin waist, long legs, and straight shoulders.
Noticing the gaze, she stopped talking and turned to look over here.
"hiss."
Nobara Kugisaki gasped.
What a beauty, she would be a top-tier star if she became one.
"He feels a bit like Gojo Sensei." Panda muttered softly.
"Because they all have white hair." Maki also noticed.
"If the eyes weren't red, they would look more like it."
Several people approached and gathered together.
"This is your future classmate, Hipper." He put his hand on Hipper's shoulder and asked her if she would like to introduce herself.
Hipper glanced at the people present, found them all pleasing to his eyes, and nodded.
I don't know how long I'll stay in this dream, so I'll just treat it as a fun time. Dreaming means being bold.
"I'm Hipper, 16 years old, a genius with an IQ of 217. My hobbies are watching documentaries and crafting, and I hate things... I'm someone with no potential. My life motto is that fun is more important than meaning. My magic is electrical energy manipulation, and I became a sorcerer because it's fun. I'm a versatile person!"
A girl with a unique and quite confident self-introduction, a girl with an extremely strong personality.
"IQ 217..."
Everyone fell into a state of profound confusion. Nobara Kugisaki snapped out of her daze and searched Wikipedia.
After reading the popular science article word by word, everyone fell into a daze again.
With a one-in-a-billion chance, this newborn's future achievements could shake the world. But that's as an ordinary person. Compared to the odds of being born a sorcerer, she's the rare one. This is a globally treasured talent resource, unparalleled.
Why did you decide to become a sorcerer?! Go to college!
Oh, yes, she said spells were fun.
Where's the fun in playing with one's life?! Whose misfortune is it that such a muddy place actually attracted the attention of a genius?
"Hippo." Gojo Satoru poked her. "That's not how I introduced you to the teacher just now."
"You must be serious when introducing yourself to the teacher." Hipper said seriously.
He looked skeptical.
"Are you trying to fool the teacher?"
"But I didn't lie to the teacher."
Gojo Satoru snorted and changed the subject.
When facing the teacher, he would just give a few words to dismiss the question, but when facing classmates, he would talk about it in detail. This student still has two faces.
"Now that we've met, get acquainted with your classmates today. I'll be leaving first."
A hand grabbed Gojo Satoru's sleeve, forcing him to obey the pull and stop.
"It's too boring to go on a mission alone, take me with you, teacher." She didn't let go of his hand, but instead grabbed more of the fabric and wrinkled it while he listened.
"?"
The white-haired, blindfolded teacher looked down at his grabbed sleeve, a faint smile playing on his lips. Even through the blindfold, one could sense his gaze fixed on Hipper's face.
"You are so hardworking and studious that even the teacher is touched." Gojo Satoru easily pushed away Hipper's fingers. It would be more accurate to say that she let go of their fingers the moment they touched. Visually, it looked like Gojo Satoru swept her hand away.
"That's it. I know you're curious, but I'll let you borrow Genius for a while. I'll return it to you tomorrow." Gojo Satoru waved playfully, still using the strange position of holding someone under his arm to roll up Hipper. Hipper also smiled and waved to the new students.
"See you tomorrow, everyone."
Hipper also waved to the lively and enthusiastic new students. She wasn't surprised to see the suppressed anger on the students' faces. Gojo Satoru's outspoken personality was a bit too much for the reserved Japanese. He was completely oblivious to being disliked, believing himself to be the most popular.
He is probably the most popular person only when he saves the situation.
"Is Hipper saying bad things about the teacher in his heart?" A faint fragrance came from the man who was leaning close to her. It was a mixture of sweetness and laundry detergent. It would look strange on other men, but anyone who was not Gojo Satoru would be considered a weird person.
A man in his twenties has lips that are more moist and pink than those of some teenage girls. He really should get insurance on his face.
"No." Hipper lowered his head to tidy up his clothes, and responded to every question of Gojo Satoru perfunctorily.
"Don't you like your new classmates? Or do you just dislike school?"
The two of them moved in sync, or rather, Gojo Satoru accommodated Hipper's speed, and the two of them always maintained a speed of moving side by side.
The temperature gradually rose in June, and mosquitoes in the countryside gathered in large numbers in the bushes on the roadside, causing Hipper great annoyance.
"I don't like mosquitoes."
The dissatisfaction and anger in his words made Gojo Satoru look sideways.
Even if he was angry and dissatisfied, his emotions didn't fluctuate much, and you couldn't really see anything on his face. He just pursed his lips and no longer smiled.
The genius who was annoyed by mosquitoes suddenly shortened the distance between him and ordinary people.
After all, everyone will be bitten by mosquitoes.
"Gojo-sensei, do you get bit by mosquitoes?"
She asked an extremely strange question, which stunned Gojo Satoru.
Regarding the unlimited technique, many people are probably curious about "Is it really impossible to attack?" and "Is there any way to break through the unlimited limit?" As for the others, no one dares to ask, nor would anyone think of such questions.
Also asked him questions.
"No~"
He thought that with Hipper's intelligence, there was no need to ask this question, and she was probably using this question to vent her anger.
His student snorted softly, followed by a continuous crackling sound.
"?"
Electric arcs floated on the surface of Hipper's body, and blue electric currents flowed on the surface of the skin. The moment a mosquito approached, it would be burned to the ground and emit a faint burnt smell.
"Puff."
Unable to conceal his smile, Gojo Satoru removed his blindfold to observe. He had glimpsed a glimpse into the genius's intelligence, as he had the spur-of-the-moment ability to develop a technique and apply it to such a strange situation.
Hiss, does IQ affect the technique?
Hipper ignored his gaze and walked forward on her own. No matter how loud he laughed, it would hardly have any effect on her.
A genius doesn't need to return the praise of a fool, and Gojo Satoru laughed a little too loudly. When she woke up from the dream, she caught mosquitoes and put them in Satoru's clothes.
Hipper came to the assistant supervisor Yidi Chieko with sparks and lightning.
This was her first time to personally witness the entire process of a sorcerer exorcising a cursed spirit, and it was a different experience from watching a surveillance video.
Information collation, document transfer, and a brief account of the incident. Key points. As Gojo Satoru's assistant supervisor, years of interaction have allowed this seemingly sleep-deprived and frail office worker to summarize all the information in the simplest terms possible.
A busy person who works around the clock.
Hipper was a little dazed, watching Gojo Satoru reading a stack of information, his thoughts a little confused.
Gojo Satoru has taken on so many tasks that are beyond the level of an average sorcerer, and at the same time serves as a teacher at a technical high school. How many hours of sleep does he get in a day?
With the load his eyes put on his brain, coupled with the frequent missions and the use of spells... this high-intensity pressure will damage his brain, unless he learns the reversal spell, this consumption will be within his control.
This guy... is he actually that responsible? Fifteen-year-old Wu is still just pestering her to watch the surveillance footage. What a huge difference. What happened in between that changed his perspective?
By the way, where is Jay?
As the nurse of the reversal spell, Nozomi has been staying at the technical high school under protection, while Jie has the qualifications to become a special-grade spellcaster. If these two people share the task, Gojo Satoru will not turn into a spinning top.
Why didn't Gojo Satoru mention this person?
Why would Gojo Satoru, who had nothing to do with teaching, choose to stay at the technical college as a teacher? After all, Jie was more suited to teaching than him, right?
Is that guy dead?
Um……
Hipper reached out and poked the back of Gojo Satoru's hand, but failed to touch the bottomless barrier. Even from behind, in the blind spot of his vision, he couldn't escape the capture of the six eyes.
It was Gojo Satoru who took the initiative to shut it down before she reached the limit.
"Hmm? Bored yet?"
He didn't even raise his head, and the mask didn't prevent him from reading the information in his hand.
"Gojo-sensei, are you alone?"
"Yes, the teacher is the strongest." He raised his index finger to push Hipper's head away. "It will be over soon."
The stability of an adult, the confidence to control the overall situation accumulated year after year, could not see any trace of the past in Gojo Satoru.
15-year-old Wu is different from him. People who have never experienced loss are probably still distracted in class.
Jay, who killed him?
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