109
The refreshed spirit after satisfying her hunger made Hipper not feel the slightest bit grumpy even when she was woken up - her body was wrapped in the clean, refreshing softness, and the room temperature was just right. It was really rare for her to have such a peaceful sleep without being disturbed by nightmares.
"Shouldn't you explain why I'm here?"
She rolled lazily twice in the bedding, the thin blanket rolled into a loose ball, her long hair hanging down the edge of the bed and sweeping across the floor. She tilted her head back and looked at the man who was slowly putting on his uniform, buttoning it, and finally putting on a black eye mask.
He's very sexy, like this.
As the footsteps approached, the man squatted down beside the bed and gathered her long hair that was scattered on the ground into his palm.
"Well, love has gravity?"
"...Be serious." Speak nicely.
Seeing the obvious speechlessness on the girl's face, Gojo Satoru dropped the joke and said frankly, "I don't know, you just suddenly showed up like that."
Your sudden arrival makes all of this meaningful.
This Gojo Satoru is different from the other three, um, very... normal?
Hipper blinked, her gaze scanning his face, a hint of confusion growing. "Your world... is strange." She recalled her dreamless sleep last night, feeling even more bewildered.
"You don't have nightmares, what did you do?"
This was something even a genius like himself couldn't do, yet Gojo Satoru had easily accomplished it. Was he also a genius? Oh, no—according to the judgment of generations of sorcerers in the world of incantation, he was a prodigy that only appears once in a thousand years.
"Movie star?" Gojo Satoru suddenly mentioned this name, which made Hipper open his eyes wide instantly, his face full of shock, and he couldn't speak smoothly.
"Why, why did you say His real name is fine?!" That's the real name of the evil god. If ordinary people mentioned it, they would attract His attention. How could Gojo Satoru be fine? ?
"Didn't she tell you?" He ran his fingers through Hipper's long hair, smoothing it out carefully while explaining patiently.
"The branch world cannot affect the main world, just like before, she could only harass you through dreams." Noticing her surprise, he gathered his combed long hair on the bed.
"Here, you can sleep as long as you want."
!!!
How on earth did this man manage to turn such an ordinary sentence into a love talk?
Super - just to her liking.
but……
"Then why did you wake me up? Didn't you say I can sleep as long as I want?"
Don't wake her up as well just because you have to get up early as a teacher.
Gojo Satoru had already turned and walked away, now standing in front of the closet, sorting through the clothes he had prepared for her. "You've slept long enough. Sleeping in is relaxing, but staying in is being willful. And—"
He closed the wardrobe door, walked back to the bed with the folded clothes, and pulled off the quilt wrapped around Hipper.
"You have no cursed energy now. If you leave my side, you will probably be killed immediately." His fingertips touched Hipper's eyelids, understating it but hitting the point. "Your eyes are too conspicuous, and you swallowed Sukuna's finger. Those old people are scared to death now."
"Are your eyes blurry? You can't even recognize Six Eyes?" She just said this casually, but she knew her situation very well - a weakling without any cursed power. Once she left Gojo Satoru's side, those who were keeping a close eye on her would immediately take action and kill her.
Why, she had eyes similar to Rokugan's? And she survived swallowing Sukuna's finger. In those people's eyes, she was undoubtedly a combination of the Rokugan wielder and Sukuna's vessel.
"Hahahaha! Thinking like that will really scare them." She couldn't help but laugh out loud at the thought of this possibility. This was probably the funniest thing she had ever heard. She propped herself up on the bed and sat up, naturally accepting the clothes that Gojo Satoru handed her.
"Oh, with Rokugan on one side and Sukuna on the other, it's normal for them to be scared." The girl raised her hand to pull her bra around her back. Just as she was about to fasten the hidden button, her fingers were pushed aside by Gojo Satoru. He took the opportunity to push aside Hipper's hair that fell down her back and fastened it to the right size for her.
Hipper accepted this thoughtful gesture calmly. After putting on the dress, the man zipped it up to the top of the back and finally tied the bow at the collar.
"Yuji and Choso are related by blood, and as Yuji is the perfect container for Ryoumen Sukuna's soul, if he wants to change his physique and become a sorcerer, the only way at the moment is to continue swallowing Sukuna's finger..." The two discussed the information they had sorted out and thought about how to activate Yuji Itadori's potential.
It is impossible to let Yuji Itadori continue sucking her fingers. She will eat them all first and then seal him in her body forever.
"Since the essence of power is a curse, perhaps my children can be of use."
She placed her foot on Gojo Satoru's knee, waiting for him to put on his shoes and socks. She was curious about the research topic this time. "They're all special grade, after all, so they're a bit special, right?"
Those children are indeed special. The special curse condensed from their love for their creator is a universal wish-making machine belonging to Hipper alone.
"Isn't that your snack?" He pinched her calf and gestured for her to go wash up, as it was time to set off.
"I can nibble on them when I'm hungry, use them to replenish sugar when I'm thirsty, and use them as experimental materials. They listen to my commands and are treasures with many uses. Don't underestimate them." Hipper got out of bed, took two steps, turned back, and took off his shoes.
"Change to a pair of flats."
It is not suitable for her to wear shoes with heels that are too high now, as it consumes energy.
"Put them on. These shoes go best with this skirt. If you can't walk, I'll carry you." He took out his cell phone and put it back into his pocket without reading a few messages. He walked over, squatted down, held Hipper's ankle and helped her put her shoes back on.
"Go wash up quickly. What do you want for breakfast? It's too late to make it now. Or the usual?"
——Iced American coffee and steak salad, he remembered that Hipper’s breakfast had always been this fixed combination.
"I want pizza."
“…”
One lowered his head, the other raised it. Hipper met his gaze and emphasized again: "I want double cheese."
Eating pizza so early in the morning? Doesn't she care about balanced nutrition? On second thought, this is the first time she's changed her breakfast menu, so it's not too outrageous. It's okay to give in to her once in a while.
"Then hurry up."
After receiving a positive reply, Hipper turned around and hummed a tune while washing up. He looked down at the tips of his shoes and couldn't help but complain in his heart.
This man was as much of a control freak as Gojo Satoru - the clothes she was to wear, the matching shoes, even the scent of the bedding, anything she would use or touch, had all been clearly arranged by Gojo Satoru long before she arrived.
He stirred the mouthwash in his mouth, spit out the foam, and mentally analyzed and deconstructed the information about Gojo Satoru.
If he continued to take care of her like this, she would eventually become a useless person who only had everything handed to her. But then again - not having to think about anything, having even the smallest details taken care of, was damn comfortable.
She didn't even have to finish her words, let alone remind him of what she was going to do next; he would always take over accurately.
When handing something to her, his fingertips would never touch her hand. When sleeping, he would cover her with the quilt just a second before she reached out her hand. Even if her eyes shifted for a moment, he would get out of bed to get water of suitable temperature and hand it to her.
There was no abrupt courtesy, nor any deliberate eagerness to please; everything was so natural as if they had been getting along in this tacit understanding for many years, and were very familiar with each other's rhythm.
The girl wiped her mouth in front of the mirror, and a thought suddenly occurred to her: Could this be his purpose? To make people rely on him without making a sound, how cunning.
Gojo Satoru could really do this kind of thing. His teacher had done it before, but not as meticulously as he did.
Her eyes swept across the sink. From facial cleanser to lotion, every item was her usual brand. Even the texture of the facial cream she usually used was not wrong.
“…” It is so meticulous and appropriate.
At this point, it's more like a voyeur with an overwhelming desire for control than being attentive.
My fingertips touched the cool bottle, and I casually thought about the details of my interactions with him since we met.
He was truly remarkable, able to maintain such a stable balance between his twisted desire for control and his clear rationality. Was it because he had been locked up for too long that this paranoia developed? Or was he simply too good at enduring?
The adjective "patience" should never be applied to Gojo Satoru. His spontaneous and outspoken personality means he has zero tolerance for many things - just like Fuxing Satoru absolutely cannot tolerate his wife cheating in front of him.
But the funny thing is that he could turn a blind eye to Hipper's three-timing.
I couldn't help but sigh at the thought. I really couldn't judge his weird indulgence.
The teacher was the same. He could tolerate Hipper dealing with so many people - now there were four boats, but he couldn't stand her coming and going without a trace, without even a word of explanation.
As for Xiao Wu... Xipo shook his head just thinking about it. His heart was as narrow as Jie's eyes, and he probably couldn't tolerate anything.
It's not that she isn't curious—curious about Gojo Satoru's seemingly limitless indulgence, curious about which of her words or actions would truly anger him and make him let go of that strange tolerance.
But her curiosity wasn't enough to make her willing to risk her life. Her teacher had gotten mad at her for her lack of a trace, and she'd learned the lesson of seriousness when it came to matters of principle. Those lessons were still fresh in her mind, and she didn't want to repeat them.
Forget it, let's just get along like this. Be honest, answer whatever he asks, and have a response to everything. After the loss I suffered at the hands of Liuyan before, I should learn some lessons.
Complete your morning skincare routine in front of the mirror. Rub the cleanser into foam, gently wipe off any water marks on your face after cleansing, apply the facial cream on your palms, and evenly spread it over your entire face.
Finally, he carefully examined his face in the mirror, making sure there were no flaws before turning around and walking out.
She walked briskly to the entrance. Gojo Satoru was already standing there with a pizza box in his hand, scrolling through text messages on his phone. He didn't look up when he heard the noise, but just turned slightly, obviously waiting for her.
"Hey, Satoru..." Hipper was about to ask the other party if she noticed that something was missing on her face, but before she could finish her words, Gojo Satoru had already taken out a lipstick from his uniform pocket and handed it to her.
"Hmm?" He looked up at her, and with his other hand he took out a small portable makeup mirror and handed it to her along with the lipstick.
"Try it on? You might like this color."
The girl's eyes suddenly widened—amazing! Gojo Satoru had even prepared his own lipstick in advance! How had he guessed that she needed to reapply her lipstick before she even mentioned it?
She took the lipstick, gripped the cool metal tube, unscrewed the cap, and slowly unscrewed the lipstick. A look of astonishment still lingered on her face. Even more surprising was that the lipstick's color was exactly what she liked.
For a man to pick the right lipstick shade for his girlfriend is already a superb thing. Compared with the other six eyes, it is simply a dimensionality reduction attack.
"You're...amazing." Hipper held the makeup mirror close to her face and traced her lipstick. "Even if I had a cheat like memory, I wouldn't use a different lipstick shade every day, right?"
She pursed her lips to make the color more even, then closed the mirror and stuffed the lipstick and mirror back into Gojo Satoru's pocket.
"You must have done your homework, right?" The girl looked up at him, her lips curled up, her eyes filled with joy at being pleased. "It's not easy for an amateur to choose a lipstick. You can easily make a mistake if you're not careful."
There was a tiny light in her eyes, and her brows were stained with unconcealable joy. The perfect shade of red on her lips was the one he had spent a long time choosing, and it made her skin look fair and her complexion look beautiful.
"Let's go." He put his phone away and placed it on the door handle, with the other still in his pocket. He simply turned sideways, with his arms naturally open, leaving just enough space for her to hug him.
In fact, Hipper's aversion to the crowd has been reduced a lot now, but he still habitually makes an invitation first according to her needs in his memory - no matter whether she finally holds his arm or refuses, this initiative is always there.
Guesses in your mind are just guesses, but the actual implementation must be real and not redundant at all.
This is the consideration that a mature man should have for the person he loves.
Without thinking much, Hipper followed his movements and held his arm. The door was closed gently, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived at the Jujutsu High School.
They came here today specifically to meet Yuji Itadori - to ask him about his ideas and help him determine his future direction.
Whatever the choice, the decision is his.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
