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"Speak up! What on earth have you been doing sneaking around?"

Gojo Satoru gritted his teeth and shook Hipper's shoulders vigorously, asking her why she sneaked out to the inner circle.

"Sleeping in class, I thought you were just tired from watching the documentary, but it turns out you're actually working hard even when you're sleeping!"

For Gojo Satoru, being strong is one thing, and being fun is another. Obviously, he cares very much about the other thing.

He firmly believed that he was the strongest and there was no one else like him. There was only so much he could do, so he might as well think about some fun games.

Hipper was speechless and slapped his hand away. "It's just a dream. Can inspiration be called hard work? I don't need that kind of thing."

The genius's words of "it doesn't matter" really make people's teeth itch and fists stiffen.

This guy is his nemesis, completely his nemesis. Think of Gojo Satoru, everything he did was smooth sailing since he was born before he came to the technical high school.

Ever since he came to Tokyo to study and met Hipper, nothing went his way and he was always suppressed.

Who is the Son of God?

The genius hasn't even started to show his strength yet, but the noble Son of God is already getting restless.

What is unsettling is his restless heart that intends to stir up trouble.

Gojo Satoru's suggestions were rejected many times, with many reasons, such as the proposal was unreasonable, the logic was not sound, the probability of success was extremely low, and it was a waste of time.

Schipper said the most was a waste of time.

She could see the result at a glance without any calculations, which negated Gojo Satoru's idea of ​​opening up a simulated universe, which was mostly out of curiosity.

He completely regarded the simulated universe as an unprecedented game. Considering that his age was the stage of his passion for games, Hipper's simulated universe was a super sci-fi large-scale exploration and puzzle RPG game that far exceeded the current level of technology.

Well, that's exactly what he wants.

However, the simulated universe has just been developed, and there are still many bugs to be fixed. This is not the time to let him make trouble. Let him go in and test the data later to quell his curiosity and get rid of him at the same time. You have a lot of things to deal with and don't have time to engage in a war of words with Wu.

"I have some new ideas. I am feeling hot now. Now I am leaving. Tell the teacher for me."

Hipper pushed Gojo Satoru's face away, put his index finger through the bun on Geto's head, hooked down his hair tie and took it away.

"Use it. I'll make you a nice one when I get back. It's too plain."

She casually grabbed her hair and tied it into a high ponytail, then pushed the door open and went out.

Geto Suguru had half-long black hair. He used his fingers together to push the hair that fell on his forehead back. He glanced sideways at Gojo Satoru who was knocking on Hipper's desk, as if thinking about something.

It seemed like the two of them really had some secrets, something they didn't even bother to hide. It wasn't a good idea to delve into other people's secrets, even if Gojo Satoru and Hipper acted like they didn't care.

Just because others are defenseless doesn't mean you can attack them at will.

It was a bit rude after all, and he would rather the other party tell him the truth. If he asked without restraint and failed to grasp the scale of the secret, it would be better to dispel this curiosity from the beginning.

"Bang!"

Gojo Satoru moved his lips up and down, wanting to say something, then stared at the door and let out an unhappy "tsk".

“I can actually skip class…”

He sighed with envy, reluctance, yet extreme longing.

Geto Suguru withdrew his gaze expressionlessly.

Such a simple and pure appeal, what secrets could these two have? The curiosity that had been plaguing me for days suddenly vanished. I was truly foolish to be curious about the secrets of these two naive classmates.

"Jay, Jay."

Without someone to harass, Gojo Satoru immediately changed his target, reaching out and poking his arm with a grin. If he ignored him, he would probably continue like this. Suguru Geto held his tongue and turned to listen to what he had to say.

"Let's skip class too, Jay, and see what Hipper is doing behind our backs."

“…”

Is that it?

Geto Suguru's expression remained unchanged, completely contrary to the curiosity and excitement that he couldn't hide on his face. Even if he refused the invitation, he would probably find a way to follow secretly.

"Aren't you curious? That guy said something like 'I broke through to the special level after a good sleep and a dream'!" His emotions fluctuated greatly in his words. Looking at his expression, it seemed as if he was recalling that scene, and the man had a calm look on his face when he said this.

It's like dropping a few effervescent tablets into a Coke bottle. Everyone's generally at the same level, and suddenly one person surpasses them all in a way that's inexplicable and hard to replicate.

He doesn't care about his own results and encourages them to work harder.

It is impossible to say that Geto Suguru didn't care at all, but he just suppressed his curiosity well.

Although they say that friendship comes first and they don't want to be competitive, they actually want to be the first, the top, and the strongest more than anyone else.

Young men, full of youthful energy, hold their heads high, unwilling to be looked down upon or to bow to anyone. Their hearts are arrogant, for their strength is unstoppable and their attacks are invincible. Their eyes are clear, and everything they see, hear, and believe is invincible.

A little bit... shocked.

"curious."

His mouth unconsciously said what he was thinking. Xia Yujie was stunned and pursed his lips to calm his mind.

As expected, no matter how much he tried to ignore it, he couldn't suppress his concern. He was simply curious about Hipper, her interests, her novel and interesting ideas, and the secrets between her and Gojo Satoru.

He found a reason for himself: having a genius around you makes everyone feel curious.

People tend to see things differently. At least when you lose, you can still say you're a genius after all, and when you win, you feel a greater sense of accomplishment.

I admit that it is difficult to restrain my attention to powerful people. No matter how hard I try to endure, I will still secretly think about them when I am alone.

"Hurry up, hurry up, or you'll lose us." Gojo Satoru pulled his wrist to the side and made him run. When he passed the door, he almost bumped into Ieyu Shoko who was coming in.

"Glass, the three of us are going to do the mission!"

Three people? Together? Where's Hipper?

Ieiri Naoko looked back at the two boys leaving happily one after another and sighed with envy.

It’s great that I can skip classes.

Forget about Hipper, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru are waiting to write self-criticisms when they come back, but they actually use the mission as an excuse.

*

Once a sealed container has even the slightest crack, it will begin to break apart at an accelerated rate until everything inside leaks out.

Those emotions that had been carefully gathered in a corner were pulled away, scattered in all directions, blown away by the wind along the way, driven away by the noisy sounds of the crowd, and torn into pieces, leaving nothing behind.

The young men walked, one in front and one behind, their steps brisk and hurried. Their voices were cheerful and expectant. Their spirits were high and their eyes were bright.

The wind blows across my cheeks, my hair flies, disturbing my vision, but my heart is clear at this moment.

"What flavor does that guy like? Forget it, just pick one, grape flavored soda. If you don't like it, give it to me..." The white-haired boy wearing sunglasses leaned over the freezer, glanced left and right, and picked out three bottles of ice soda.

"I lost him. He ran so fast." He unscrewed the bottle cap, tilted his head back and took a big gulp of the soda, frowning at the stimulation of the bubbles.

Xia Yujie swallowed slowly, looking at the people coming and going on the street, his eyes unfocused, the corners of his mouth raised, his mood suddenly brightened.

"Then call, Hipper won't mind."

When she said that, she should have guessed that Gojo Satoru couldn't help but follow him secretly.

I wonder if you guessed that I would follow suit?

"She's a professional at tracking and sweeping up. Forget it, she guessed I would catch up and yet she ran so fast..." He peeled off the candy wrapper and put it in his mouth, chewing it hard, then took out his cell phone from his pocket and called Hipper.

"I'll have to settle accounts with her sooner or later."

There was no trace of annoyance in his expression, and his tone was not serious. His tone was like an ambiguous complaint in private.

It's an act of intimacy without knowing it.

"Enlightenment."

Geto Suguru suddenly asked.

"Um?"

He put the phone to his ear and turned his head to look over here, motioning him to continue.

"Didn't you and Hipper know each other before?" If they had never met, how could two people with such different personalities, even those who were somewhat incompatible, get along so well? In such a short time, their relationship was so good that it was a little strange.

Theoretically, Hipper's eloquent mouth wouldn't get him any good against Gojo Satoru; he was truly unyielding and stubborn. Even if he spoke better than he sang, it wouldn't do.

Gojo Satoru's defensiveness towards Hipper was at its highest level from the first time they met, and it was visible to the naked eye.

He observed from a distance, neither too close nor too far away, his curiosity never concealed, and his vigilance casual.

Hipper's attitude towards Gojo Satoru is also very subtle. He is calm and composed, and his words and actions are flawless.

Have these two people really never met before?

"Hippo?"

He curled the corners of his mouth, squinted his eyes, and spoke in a strange tone.

"Of course I know her. She's the one who watched me grow up."

The call was connected.

Geto Xia Yu was stunned. This answer really surprised him.

"Right? Hipper."

Gojo Satoru turned on the speaker.

From the other end of the line came the sound of a building shaking and collapsing, and a very close laugh, like an intimate whisper next to my ear.

"Yes, the six-eyed little hedgehog."

The speaker laughed and sarcastically remarked, "Six Eyes had caused her so much trouble as a child. So many of her fevers were caused by Gojo Satoru, surveillance, and calculations." Success and failure were split evenly, a rare Waterloo for Hipper.

"Where are you?"

Hipper gave the address and waited for them to come.

"Change to orange soda."

Hipper reminded him before hanging up.

Gojo Satoru tucked the grape soda under his arm and bought another bottle of the designated flavor.

Something seems wrong...

Geto Suguru swallowed the soda, a sweet taste spreading across his tongue. He belatedly wondered: Hipper wasn't with them, so how did she know Gojo Satoru bought a flavor of soda she didn't like?

Gojo Satoru came out with orange soda and saw Geto Suguru staring at the soda in a daze, so he strode over.

"If you say something bad about her now, she can hear it. Do you want to try it?"

Gojo Satoru sounded eager, trying to encourage him.

"Hippo...she..." Geto Suguru's words were difficult to understand. The fragmented clues connected together made him at a loss for words for a moment.

It turns out that watching Gojo Gojo grow up is literal.

"Huh?" The white-haired boy pushed his sunglasses down and grinned playfully. "Just as you thought, she's spying on me."

No, to monitor us.

Xia Yujie said nothing, frowned unconsciously, and felt that the problem was serious.

Genius, powerful, bewitching, manipulative, surveillance...

They have a control freak.

Hipper, don't blame me, it was Geto Suguru who figured it out. What should I do? It seems like there's a trust crisis between you and Geto Suguru.

How are you going to deceive people this time?

Gojo Satoru hummed a little tune, secretly looking forward to it.

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