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Under her lover's coquettishness, Hipper decided to stay with him tonight. Of course, she had to find something to do, like tackling the mountain of work after putting her lover to sleep. She hadn't found the time to investigate the anomaly in the simulated universe data a while ago, so she would start analyzing it later.
Before that—
She lowered her eyes to look at her lover who was leaning on her chest, and gently played with his hair with her fingertips. She asked politely, "Do you really have to sleep like this? It's not good for your cervical spine."
Gojo Satoru: I hate that you are a piece of wood.
In this kind of atmosphere, at such an ambiguous distance, you're telling me this position is bad for your cervical spine? Are you allergic to romance?
He couldn't help grinding his teeth to suppress his depressed mood, and buried his face in her chest as if he had given up on himself and didn't move.
Completely defeated by her unromantic mind, her mind wandering? Even if it means two ways, is she really coming to her senses?
"Did you play all those love games for nothing?"
How come you got full marks in theory but negative marks in practice, my little genius?
“…”
She was silent for a while, then calmly countered, "You still need my strategy for playing games? You offered it to me yourself, so that's like giving it to me."
This deadbeat, how could he think of arguing with Hipper? Do you think she can win?
"Go to sleep! And your heartbeat is too loud." He was completely relying on their relationship to play tricks, confident that she wouldn't be unhappy about it, and he knew exactly what she liked. "It's hurting my ears."
Someone else has a disordered heartbeat.
I kneaded his head gently, massaging it gently while teasing him about his lies, "Your heart rate is 100 beats per minute. You can't sleep like this."
"Do you need my help?"
Help? He raised his head with a sullen face, his eyes questioning the meaning of Hipper's words.
Could it be that she was dragging him out for a fight? According to her analysis, it was indeed possible.
Seeing through Gojo Satoru's speculation, she couldn't help but reflect on herself: Is there no other way for them to relieve their frustration besides fighting? Was she underestimating herself?
"Theory of the origin of the universe, philosophical speculation on human relations, integrated processing of big data, hypothesis of AI cybernetics, hypothesis on dimensional evolution, which one do you want to hear about?"
The data on the virtual data screen rotated at her fingertips. As the instructions were given, countless folders scrolled in her field of vision - each file name seemed to be imbued with wisdom.
It is profound knowledge that ordinary people would not have the patience to read.
It was a mistake to forget that Hipper was an academic, and that she possessed both the fragrance of knowledge and the power of gentleness.
"Tell me what knowledge you want to acquire, and I'll give it to you for free." Speaking of the wisdom and knowledge that people are eager to learn, the genius is indifferent to these mysteries. Invaluable knowledge is like waste paper to her.
"Knowledge? I don't need that kind of thing." He lowered his head again, trying to calm his heartbeat, "I own an entire library..."
Isn’t Hipper, which contains all knowledge, a library?
He rejected the wisdom that the world longs for.
"Okay, let's change it. You have a chance to ask questions." I don't know what word stimulated him, but Gojo Satoru raised his head and his sleepiness gradually disappeared.
He was about to have a stress reaction to this statement.
But if I must ask something... those secret expectations lurking in my heart, those fantasies floating in my dreams, eventually turned into an unspoken sigh on my lips.
"I want to know if the genius is happy with the name Gojo Hipper."
Would she be happy to be bound by his surname?
"Do you like this last name?"
"If you don't mind, can I add it before your name?"
*
Isn't this a marriage proposal?!
Taking the husband's surname is a disguised way of proposing marriage.
I didn't expect this seemingly clueless Gojo Satoru to be so quick. My teacher Gojo was still watching from the sidelines, his progress was impressive.
Hipper gave her a ring, Gojo Satoru proposed, and both of them went together. It seems Gojo-sensei has no chance at all. The pursuit was over before it even began.
It's actually a little pitiful to watch the girl I like give a ring to another man, and the other party even proposed to me...
Only a genius can defeat the strongest.
*
Hmm…
Is this... a proposal to her?
Not good, terrible, can't laugh.
He put his hands up to cover the corners of his mouth, pretending to be thinking, and only by covering his mouth could he grin.
"Are you proposing?" He fell for her so quickly. How long had they been dating? "You haven't been secretly thinking about it for a long time, have you?"
"You wouldn't—it's all me in your dreams, right?"
Sweet dreams and nightmares, her face is always there.
The air suddenly became quiet. He stared at Hipper intently, the emotions in his eyes telling it all.
Oh my, this is really...
"Well, let's talk about it later." If you keep talking like this, will you be able to sleep?
She covered his eyes and pushed him onto the pillow. "Why don't you think about what to eat tomorrow? Breakfast is limited. No more waiting after that."
She was such a bummer! It was such a rare opportunity for her to come back, couldn't she satisfy him a little?
The hand covering her eyes didn't move at all, as if it was welded there and wouldn't move until she fell asleep.
If she really is a star, then she is also his nemesis, right?
"Omurice, ice milk."
This is the standard breakfast for teenagers, completely different from Schipper's style - steak with salad and a glass of iced American coffee, to wake up and start a new job.
"Sleep." He issued a concise ultimatum, tapping his temples with his fingertips. "Cherish your sleep time."
Mr. Gojo and I only have four hours of sleep a day. If we don’t cherish it, we will be criticized.
It's time to deal with the work. As for whether the clingy lover sleeps or not, just ignore it.
The virtual screen unfolded, muted, and dimmed, and she began to address the commands that required her confirmation. Most of them were filtered by the system, and the ones left were tasks that required her to take over - repairs.
Apart from the report on the sea of data, the others were minor issues, which she needed to check in person.
Well... let's go for inspection after making breakfast in the morning.
Also, she needs to take away the books that Wu hasn't destroyed yet. She doesn't need to worry about Glass. Then think about whether there's anything else she needs to arrange...
The fluorescent light of the virtual screen danced in her eyes, reflecting a face deep in thought. The slightly furrowed brow and tightly pursed lips betrayed concentration. This world often overemphasizes the allure of seriousness in men, but often overlooks the radiance that emanates from women when they think—that radiance, a blend of wisdom and beauty, equally captivating.
She was not the only one who was fascinated. Hipper was attracted to Six Eyes, so wasn't he also bewitched by her charm?
With a lover who possesses strength, beauty, and wisdom, could he be the chosen one? Wouldn't that mean he'd wasted all his luck?
I'll go buy some card drawing games tomorrow... and see if my bad luck really starts to get worse.
The company of a lover is the most effective way to help him sleep. Every breath he takes is filled with a relaxing scent. As he smells the familiar scent on her body, his consciousness gradually sinks into darkness.
His fingertips danced over the data, but his ears kept tracking the rhythm of the person beside him. When the breath gradually became long and steady, his tapping fingers suddenly stopped. Hipper leaned over gently, checking the sleeping face in the dim light.
Finally fell asleep.
Now I can do something unpopular while he's not looking.
"Anchor point deployment--" These words were almost whispered. After deploying a large amount of attention, the feedback was a swelling pain in the brain, followed by a rise in body temperature. The tip of the nose felt hot, and he reached out to cover his nose before the blood dripped down.
Her tolerance had dropped to this point. This fragile body, while clearly limiting her, had also allowed her to experience so many beautiful moments. Dying like this was a bit of a shame.
"Hu..." He let out a breath, pinched the corner of the quilt with his fingertips and slowly lifted it up, deliberately slowing down his movements to avoid Gojo Satoru's arms stretched out while he was sleeping, and carefully controlling the slightest vibration or rustling of clothes to wake him up.
She glanced at the edge of the bed and picked up the coat draped there. The sound of the fabric rubbing against each other was kept extremely quiet by her.
After turning back to confirm his breathing, she walked towards the bathroom, each step silent.
Click——
The door locked with a soft click, isolating him from the outside world in this small space. He leaned against the closed door, closed his eyes briefly, and continued walking forward.
The cold white light from the mirror lamp made her outline particularly clear. She raised her eyes to meet her own reflection in the mirror, staring silently into those familiar pupils.
The figure in the mirror had a tense mouth, a barely perceptible wrinkle between her brows. She stared, but with a scrutinizing gaze.
I subconsciously reached into the right pocket of my jacket—my fingertips brushed against the fabric lining, but it was empty, not even a piece of candy. It then occurred to me that I hadn't restocked it in ages.
Obviously I would always remember it before.
He fumbled in his other pocket and pulled out a cardboard box.
That's Geto Suguru's cigarette case.
She took it from Jay's pocket.
He opened the box lid and snipped a cigarette from the neatly arranged stack. He held the cigarette between his index and middle fingers. An arc flashed—a sizzle! The tobacco curled and glowed red in the heat, and a wisp of white smoke rose.
The moment I bit into the filter, bitterness spread between my lips and teeth. I took a deep breath, letting the nicotine fill my lungs, and then slowly exhaled. The smoke spread out before my eyes like a veil, blurring my vision and the expression in the mirror.
The spark of the cigarette butt flickered, reflected in her pupils, like a lamp that was about to burn out.
“It’s so bitter.”
The first time I tasted bitterness in my life, I actually lit it with my own hands.
You'll get used to it.
Letting the smoke linger in my lungs for a second longer, a delicate pain spreads from my throat to my chest, just like getting used to the fleeting sting that will eventually become normal.
Staring at the flickering flame of the cigarette butt, the gray ashes fell down, as if the remaining part of her life was being shaken off to the ground bit by bit.
She sat sideways on the cool sink, legs crossed. It wasn't a particularly elegant position, but since no one was watching, she didn't mind being as casual as she wanted. The cigarette was loosely clenched between her teeth, the ash hanging trembling in the air, about to fall.
Suddenly I really want to see them.
But no, not now.
With his fingertips, he swiped open the virtual screen and retrieved the only unnamed newly created folder from the depths of the database.
The first picture is Gojo Satoru wearing sunglasses and making a V sign, with an arcade and a record-breaking game console screen in the background.
The next photo is of Ieiri Shoko, who was drinking and smoking in the infirmary, and was rolling her eyes at the camera when she was photographed.
As I scrolled further, more faces flashed and disappeared—the sweat on the training ground, the celebration party after the mission, someone sleeping all night...
The ash finally broke and shattered silently on the marble countertop.
Just take a look?
What is Gojo-sensei doing right now? Is he in the high school classroom, cracking jokes with his students, or taking a break from his mission?
Where's Nitro? Probably catching up on some sleep on the duty bed in the infirmary.
And those classmates.
The central system of the simulated universe was opened, and the characters for authorization authentication were unlocked layer by layer. After locking onto the target, the sight was cast—
*
You have to be discovered by the protagonist when watching a movie.
"1, 2, 3, Eggplant—"
The moment the command was heard, the body reacted before the brain did - the corners of the mouth raised into a standard arc of smile as if by reflex, and even automatically made the unchanging scissors hand gesture, just like in every group photo in the past.
"Eh? Wait...why do you want to take pictures all of a sudden?"
As soon as this question came to their minds, they saw each other's smiling faces and uniform V-signs on the screen in front of them.
“…”
Damn, I was discovered by myself.
The cold light reflected from the surveillance screen fell on Hipper's face. The cigarette burned quietly between her fingers. A long pile of ash accumulated, but she didn't flick it off.
In the picture, those people stared at her with dull eyes, having never expected such a situation.
He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, letting the grayish-white mist fill the screen, blurring the view. He didn't question, didn't speak, and remained eerily quiet, even managing to continue smoking calmly.
The flickering red light of the cigarette butt became the only movement in the two worlds.
"Do I look good?"
"This won't happen again."
It was the first time I was monitored by someone, and it was quite a novel experience.
The cigarette butt kept getting bigger in front of the camera, and the burning light filled the entire screen.
Zi——
Amidst the burning sparks, the screen went black and the film was forcibly terminated.
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