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Since waking up, the girl has been staring at the ceiling above her head with a calm expression. She stretched out her hand from under the quilt, hanging it in the air, without saying a word.
"What?" The boy frowned at her, confused as to what she meant. She'd woken up in a daze, then reached out to him without a word—was she trying to get some water or slap him?
Hipper first looked down at his empty palms, then turned to look at his young lover, and suddenly sighed very lightly.
It’s over, the account of genius has been ruined.
Only a day had passed. She'd already been completely spoiled by the meticulousness of her own understanding. But ultimately, this young six-eyed creature was too naive to even understand her needs. Points deducted!
"Speak up! God knows what you're going to do!" Gojo Satoru was completely awakened by his lover's sigh and couldn't help but raise his voice, "Do you want to quarrel?"
Who wants to quarrel with you, childish ghost.
"Cigarettes," she spat out coldly. Even if Xiao Wu didn't have any on her, Glass and Jie should have some, right? Couldn't she just use her brain and think about it? That original Wu didn't even need her to say a word; she just reached out and accurately handed her everything she needed—why couldn't they learn from that?
"Injured patients are prohibited from smoking!" Gojo Satoru sat up straight, crossed his arms, and stared at her sternly with a straight face.
"..." People really can't stand comparison. The more she looked at this little Wu in front of her, the angrier she became. The next second, she jumped out of bed, grabbed the back of Wujo Wu's neck, and pinned him to the bed.
"Tell me again who is the injured person?"
"...It's me, alright." His voice was muffled in the sheets, speechless. "Are you grumpy when you wake up? You're so angry..."
An eyesore.
"Reflect on yourself."
Hipper let go of his hand, a surge of irritation surging inside him. Not even bothering to look at him again, he mobilized his authority to freeze his pass, prohibiting him from accessing the simulated universe.
The anchor point descends and simulates the universe.
Let him reflect on himself outside the door. He actually couldn't understand his girlfriend's needs.
*
"Welcome back - eh? What's wrong with your face?" Fuxing Wu, who hadn't seen him for a few days and had been tossing and turning playing games and watching movies, couldn't stand it any longer. At this time, Hipper who came home was his savior.
The savior left in beautiful clothes, but now he came back wearing a hospital gown, wrapped in bandages, and with a wound on his face.
!!! Incredible!
The girl's face was gloomy, and she had already extended her hand before even reaching him. Gojo Satoru was only briefly stunned, then quickly determined that she needed to replenish her energy after being injured, perhaps suffering from low blood sugar.
After coming to a conclusion, he asked tentatively, "Are you thirsty?"
“…”What an idiot.
The girl did not stop, but walked past him with a cold face, leaving behind a clear cold snort, and walked straight to the bedroom - her cigarette box was still there.
"cigarette."
Another Rokugan who can't read the air. Points deducted!
They're all idiots. The teetotal body, Wu, had prepared the occasional cigarettes she needed in advance, just in anticipation of a genius who might suddenly appear at any moment.
Being by his side, she didn't need to worry about the disorder of the simulated universe, she didn't need to worry about being harassed by evil gods when she slept, and she didn't need to worry about the endless troubles - without pressure, she naturally wouldn't want to smoke.
But once the power returns, responsibility and pressure also follow.
Schipper leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. A familiar burning sensation spread across her chest, bringing a brief, hazy dizziness that finally allowed her to breathe. She stood silently in the swirling smoke, motionless, allowing her emotions to be smoothed over bit by bit.
She didn't open her eyes until the cigarette was almost burned out. Her voice pierced through the thin smoke, clear and calm, "The scar on your face is from the curse. It won't affect you."
"I'll be very busy from now on, so have fun on your own. If there's anything urgent, contact me."
The cigarette butt fell from her fingers, dissolving into nothingness before it even touched the ground. Having given her instructions, she left the simulation without a moment's delay, heading for 2018.
*
This new experiment requires Hisahito, and by the way...
See if the teacher is self-aware.
"Hey, you're back?" Teacher Gojo Satoru, who had just finished teaching, was about to leave with his lesson plan in hand when he was stopped by Hipper, who suddenly appeared outside. Dressed in a loose hospital gown, with scars still visible on her face, she gave off the aura of someone who had just gotten out of a fight, forcing Hipper to take two steps back.
I feel very bad.
"Why is your face injured?" He glanced at her incompatible clothes and focused on the wound on her face. Where had she gone to make trouble again?
The girl ignored his question and walked up to him aggressively in her slippers. She stretched out her hand and shook it impatiently twice.
...What was he asking for? A cigarette? The little genius did have one when he was in a bad mood.
"I don't have any cigarettes with me."
——I left it in the room. I can’t carry it with me so she can smoke, right?
With a tut, she expressed her dissatisfaction with him, walked around him with a look of disgust, and quickly walked towards Itadori Yuji's desk. With both hands on the table, she looked down at the pink-haired silly tiger who had become an idiot because he couldn't absorb the knowledge in class.
"Eh...? Looking for me?" Having watched the entire unpleasant interaction between the teacher and Hipper, he was a little frightened at the moment.
Are you coming to settle a score with me? Have I done anything wrong recently?
"Yuhito~" The girl suddenly changed her previous irritability and called his name with a smile on her face.
——This smile made Yuji Itadori even more terrified.
Ahhhhhh, this is so scary! Even scarier than before! And there's Gojo-sensei! Please don't take off your blindfold and look at him at a time like this! Itadori Yuji screamed frantically in his heart, "What on earth is going on that I don't know about?!"
"Watch out!" the genius said mysteriously, looking excited as if he were about to reveal a major secret. He pressed his fingers together to his temples, and his pale blue eyes slowly closed.
This isn't good. Gojo Satoru's heart skipped a beat, suddenly remembering how she'd half-joked in Glass's infirmary about wanting to taste Sukuna's fingers. Now, upon returning, she'd gone straight to Hisahito...
Could it be that she really ate Sukuna's finger in another universe?
The three students all came over and stared at her intently, holding their breath. As time passed, there was complete silence around them, and nothing happened.
"So...are there any changes?" Kugisaki Nobara blinked and looked left and right, but they didn't even blink and didn't notice anything unusual.
"Transform~"
As the genius's light voice fell, a terrifying, twisted, and crazy cursed power suddenly erupted from her body, spreading out in all directions like a tide.
She opened her eyes—and beneath them opened another pair of evil, scarlet eyes, still rolling around, and dark lines appeared on her cheeks.
That is the pattern belonging to Ryomen Sukuna!
She actually ate Sukuna's finger! Sukuna was inside her!
"Is this true??!!" Yuji Itadori was so shocked by the scene that he leaned back tactically, and the chair legs made a harsh sound as they scratched the floor.
"Oh, it's genuine." Hipper laughed and moved closer. "Do you want to touch it?"
As a girl, Kugisaki Nobara didn't have so many reservations and directly touched the lines on her face. "This cursed power... is indeed Sukuna. Why isn't he talking?"
"He's been muted. He's a bit noisy."
He looked around excitedly, taking in the frozen and shocked expressions on everyone's faces, and the corners of his lips curled up even more - their performance made Hipper very satisfied.
The next second, the lines on her face faded away, and the oppressive cursed energy that had been released wantonly before was instantly retracted into her body, and the air around her suddenly relaxed.
"Interesting, isn't it? Two Sukunas." The genius held her head high, her tone proud. Aside from Hisahito, she was the only one in the entire world of curses who could seal the Curse King within her body.
“…”
No, no, no! That's not funny at all! That's Sukuna! The true King of Curses!
"So amazing--!" Unlike the nervousness of others, after a brief shock, Hisahito's eyes instantly lit up and were dotted with stars. There was undisguised admiration in his eyes when he looked at Hipper.
"Hahaha!" Hipper was amused by his straightforward reaction. She liked good boys like Hisahito who were direct and simple.
"So, where did you pick up this finger?" Gojo Satoru's voice suddenly rang out. The teacher, holding a lesson plan, tapped the desk lightly, his eyes fixed on Hipper, and he quietly changed the subject. He figured that if she could just answer, he'd be able to unravel the fragments of her words and extract the information he desired.
"It's a secret." The girl turned to look at him, and the smile on her face immediately disappeared, replaced by disgust and dissatisfaction, and even her tone was not so happy.
The face changes so quickly.
“…”
Had he offended her recently? She'd been sweetly saying we'd see each other again when we spoke a few days ago, so why was she so angry this time? Could it be that Gojo Satoru from another universe had pissed her off?
"Yuji, help me!" Without paying any more attention to this spoiling man, Hipper turned to look at Yuji in front of him.
"Eh? Me?" Hisahito snapped out of his admiration and pointed at himself, bewildered. His mind raced, unable to think of any way he could help this genius.
"Yes, this is something only you can do!" Hipper's eyes straightened, and there was no trace of joking on his face, he was extremely serious.
"Please!" She clasped her hands together, her expression so solemn that no one could refuse. "This is a very, very important research topic. If successful, it will break through the current limits of spells. It's an extremely difficult project."
"Uh..." Hisahito felt scared when he heard this. This description sounded ridiculously difficult. Could he really help?
"Of course I can," he nodded hesitantly, but couldn't help muttering softly, "But, but I always feel that maybe I won't be needed at all?" Being actively asked by such a great genius felt very novel, but more of it was uneasy.
"You're the indispensable material for this research. How could you not be used?" Hipper said with a smile, her words chilling to the heart. She added encouragingly, "Don't underestimate yourself. You're very useful."
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Yuhito instantly realized the meaning of the word 'materials'. His face immediately turned pale and he subconsciously stepped back. There was only one thought in his mind - he regretted it!
I am an experimental subject delivered to my doorstep!
"Don't run. I won't let you die." He caught the escaping experimental material with a set of grappling techniques. Hipper turned around and waved to the remaining two people, "Youjin, lend it to me for a while. I'll bring it back to you in one piece."
After that, she folded her palms, pointed her fingertips at the teacher, and warned with her eyes, "Reflect on this, teacher."
Then he took the still struggling Yuji back to the simulated universe.
"...Teacher, what did you do? She is in a bad mood?" Kugisaki Nobara looked at Gojo Satoru who was staying where he was with a complicated expression. She didn't even give him a good look. Her mood was not just bad, it was terrible.
"No, I didn't do anything." Gojo Satoru spread his hands to show his innocence. He himself was also wondering why Hipper's attitude suddenly changed so much.
*
Main branch world——
"Hehe." A joyful aura spread throughout his body, receiving the memories of Gojo Satoru from the three branch worlds. His mood, originally depressed by Hipper's departure, instantly turned from gloomy to cheerful, and his annoyance and irritability were completely soothed by the information he received from his memories.
His little genius was being nurtured bit by bit into a more refined form - he had already begun to criticize Gojo Satoru from other worlds.
This is a good start.
The first lesson in taming Rokugan is simple: let them fall into self-doubt and learn to reflect.
And in the intervals when Gojo Satoru was racking his brains to figure out where he had gone wrong and anxiously waiting for a response, every minute and every second became precious time that belonged to him alone, without being disturbed by anyone.
Because I know myself well, this calculation is particularly heartbreaking.
Do you like it? This is a gift in return for your contribution of memories.
The strongest, six eyes, there should only be one.
"—fakes."
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