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Hipper woke up quickly, and when Gojo Satoru was braiding her hair into a ponytail, he pulled her scalp when he reached the roots.
I was awakened by the pain.
She was more sensitive to pain in her brain than in other parts of her body. Pulling her hair hurt more than tearing her flesh, especially since her brain nerves hadn't fully healed yet.
"Teacher, it hurts."
He stopped immediately, his gaze fixed on her face.
"Oh? You can feel pain, and the teacher didn't even know."
Hidden beneath his indifferent tone were questions and disapproval, and he used sarcasm to cover up his concern for the students.
This was an awkward tactic for adults, but it was a bit strange when used on Gojo Satoru. He didn't look like a 28-year-old teacher most of the time. Without the eye patch, his childlike face would undoubtedly be mistaken for a teenager.
It's so strange, let her taste it.
The girl tilted her head and buried it in the soft pillow, her eyes bandaged. Even though she couldn't see, she still looked in that direction. She seemed to be imagining his expression and state based on the sound.
"Has he become dumber after not seeing you for a few months?"
“…”
How courageous of you to call a genius stupid.
"What if I really become stupid?"
Of course that's impossible.
I just continued to follow his words and gave him some time to sort out the problem.
"It's okay, Mr. Gojo will take care of it for you." He slowly and gently untied the braided hair, his tone sounding gentle at this time.
Uh, I was comforted unexpectedly?
There is a guarantee.
No! She was thinking about something crazy.
"So could you explain where you've been these past few months, my good student Hipper?"
After tenderness comes questions.
A whistle should be blown at this time, but it will damage her image.
〖Swoosh~〗
I stayed at home to dub for her.
"Ah, that one, that one." Until now she was still talking about this and that, smiling cynically, trying to get away with it.
The white-haired teacher smiled, took off his eye mask, and approached her. His fingers undoubtedly intertwined with her curled up hands and interlocked their fingers.
"Yes, the teacher is listening."
His voice sounded very gentle, pleasant and melodious.
It would be better if there weren't those little tentative moves.
Kneading the joints and playing with the fingers, if it was Hipper a few months ago, he would have avoided it before he even touched him. If he really did it like this... he would probably try to break his hand and would never let him touch and knead it.
His fingers traced upwards along her wrist bone, pinching it gently as he did so, testing her reaction.
"Teacher, please don't harass students."
It seemed she still had some feeling above the wrists, but the nerves in her hands were severely damaged, and it was unclear whether they were completely dead. For more information, no one besides Hipper knew her body better than she did.
"Don't change the subject, Hipper."
Gojo Satoru loosened his hand and tapped her forehead lightly, not stopping even when she sniffled and tilted her head to avoid it, as if to teach her a lesson.
"Answer the teacher's question first."
When I was serious, I felt quite oppressive like a teacher. After losing my sight, my senses became more acute and the darkness intensified my imagination.
It's quite true.
"Going to be the protagonist of Jump."
“…”
"Oh."
The man flicked her head without mercy, and the severe pain drowned out her voice in her throat.
"I'll give you another chance."
Oh, the teacher is angry. How can I comfort her? She's not lying. Isn't the Jump protagonist supposed to save the world? Does she have to be so clear?
A teacher who asks questions is like a scoundrel who wants to copy the answer, but only sees an answer and still wants to know the solution process.
Isn’t that a bit too greedy?
"No, ask something else."
Oh, that’s fine.
He bit his back teeth hard and bargained with the genius.
"My memory lets me see, just like the last few times."
Isn't that even more outrageous? It's all exposed. No, no, no.
"No, ask something else."
If you reject someone twice in a row, are you being mean? For example, if you've been rejected a few times, then make a less outrageous request so that the other person won't feel comfortable rejecting you.
Sorry, she is not a soft-hearted god.
"Then..." He held Hipper's arm and pressed it against his face, letting her feel his warmth, and whispered his questions.
"Were you injured because of Gojo Satoru?"
Saving the world was too broad a concept; he needed a more specific outline. Knowing Hipper, he suspected nothing would capture her attention more than Gojo Satoru. The idea that Hipper's goal in breaking through the world was him from the beginning was absurd. But after eliminating all other options, the least likely one was the answer.
All the details revolve around Gojo Satoru. Gojo Satoru is the main storyline, and the others are just side quests and limited-time activities.
Hipper's gaze was barely concealed in front of him. She watched, observed, peered, analyzed, and interpreted. She occupied the closest position to him, her gaze following him like a shadow, recording any information she desired at any time and in any place.
Hipper cares about her image and the burden of being a genius. The only people who would abandon these and risk their lives to explore are either herself or Gojo Satoru and others.
No, she didn't even care about herself.
Geniuses are geniuses because their thinking surpasses that of everyone else. They are more sensitive to crises, they don't allow anything they don't understand to exist within their field of vision, they go crazy for their ideas, and they regard themselves as firewood.
They pursue the process and turn a blind eye to the answers.
Hipper, who could see through things with just one glance, was reluctant to give a second glance. So, did she, who had been watching him the entire time, see infinity in him?
He has infinite possibilities.
So that's how it is.
It's like a silent confession of a genius.
For her, the endless supply of information and surprises is probably the best research topic.
"Did I guess right?"
His voice was steady and clear, and his questioning had just begun.
Hipper tried to resist his question with silence.
That means admitting it.
"Does Gojo Satoru in that world know everything you did for him?"
Actually, that wasn't what he wanted to ask, but for some reason, seeing her respond to him with silence, he couldn't help but think of his 15-year-old self. The self who had the privilege of receiving her full attention, the self who was the first one she had discovered in the entire universe.
The first one to be paid attention to by her, the first one to be cared about by her, the first one to be thought about by her, and the first one to be occupied by her, taking away all her attention.
The self who threw aside restraint and consideration and kissed her without any scruples.
That... myself who is the same age as her, has the same youth, and lives in the same world.
It's all him, and it's all not him.
It's a little complicated, but also very simple, he's just a little... jealous of him.
Did you protect Gojo Satoru too well? Save the future that changed Jie's death, care about Glass's exhaustion from overtime, and even take the younger generation with you. Even Tianyu Juebin was secretly watching.
What about him?
…
People cannot stand comparison. Once you look closely, you will find that you are far behind in some aspects.
This is not just a certain aspect, it is a complete defeat.
"Am I his substitute? A shield? A test subject?"
As a result, he relaxed his guard and let out a hint of emotion, saying things in his heart that he couldn't let others know.
"Who are you looking at?"
He used a little force and tapped her forehead.
It's normal to be a little angry and lose control of your strength.
"Hiss...be gentle. My head is very precious." She joked and didn't dodge anymore.
"Is there any difference?"
She raised her confusion.
Yeah, what was the difference? Was it age? Or was it that he hadn't experienced that nonexistent time with her? Or was it his own selfishness?
Of course it's different.
My 15-year-old self would not stand by her side as a protector or mentor.
At 15, my ego would never understand the satisfaction and joy he felt when he devoted himself to nurturing and guiding her.
When I was 15, I would not be able to restrain my selfish desires, put aside my fantasies, and stick to the bottom line like him.
The only thing they had in common was probably this - even though it was their first meeting and they were strangers to each other, Liu Yan was easily captivated by her the moment she appeared in his sight.
"A teacher is a teacher, and enlightenment is enlightenment."
You see, she can still tell the difference.
But why was my 15-year-old self called Satoru and him called Gojo-sensei? Ah, yes. He was the one who asked for it.
That's fine, acceptable.
He swallowed his dissatisfaction and suppressed the bubbling emotions.
He wanted to hear his name called from her mouth.
Just think about it.
Forget it, it’s okay for her to call me teacher.
It's just a name.
Just a name.
"Gojo--" She prolonged the last syllable, and her pale lips made a pout.
“Enlightenment—”
It sounds very nice and quite pleasant.
He must be smiling at this moment, he thought.
I can't help it, and I don't want to help it.
Anyway, she can't see now, and if she sees, he will cover her eyes.
Adults should not show their pride in front of others.
Don't just think about the 15-year-old. If he can do it, I can do it too, and even better. Look at the teacher more often. After all, without the blinders, we are no different.
Don't make such a clear distinction.
"Oh……"
I will let you gradually lose the boundaries of distinction. Gojo Satoru and Gojo Satoru, in the final analysis, are the same person.
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