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#Higher vocational exchange group#
【Hippo: Order food, reply quickly, no waiting after the time limit】
【Wholesale Scarecrow: Barbecue! 】
【Maki: BBQ】
【Dog Roll: Pork Chop Rice, Orange Juice】
[Yuji Itadori: Is ramen okay? I want a Coke]
Hipper: Yes.
【Fushiguro Megumi: Ginger BBQ, thank you】
【Hippo: You’re welcome, Hui-chan ^_^】
[The Strongest Six Eyes: Tomato Hot Pot]
[Hippo: Double-flavor pot, the limit]
[The Strongest Six Eyes: Let’s have ice cream hot pot^_^]
“…”
Still the same at 28, is there no end to this person's adolescence?
[Hippo: You eat at the same table with the children]
"Eh? Is this being ridiculed?"
All tasks were taken over by the Primordial Celestial Body, and the freed-up time was allocated to the students. During a break in the actual combat training, a teacher who was replying to a message stared at the message in deep thought.
This must be a compliment to his youth! How could it be a mockery? It's impossible.
#Hippo invites Jia Ru Nitro to join the group chat#
[Kairiji Glass:? 】
[Hippo: We're having dinner tonight, what would you like to eat, Nitro?]
【Ieiri Glass: You cook? 】
[Ieiri Glass: Let's have some barbecue and some snacks]
The taste is still the same.
He swiped his finger across the screen to exit the group chat interface, pulled up the address book, and tapped on Geto's name. Almost the moment he dialed, the call was picked up.
"What's wrong? Hipper, is something wrong?"
Geto's voice, mixed with the whistling of the wind, came from the other end of the receiver. The sound of the air rushing in the background made her imagine that this guy was sitting on the Rainbow Dragon and floating in the sky again.
"Take me shopping, hurry up."
Xia Youjie: oO?
He subconsciously lifted the phone from his ear, blinking at the name "Shippo" on the screen, even suspecting he was hallucinating. The questioning voice came through the receiver again, and he finally awoke, pressing the phone back to his ear.
"Hmm? ...Ah, yeah, okay..."
The voice was as vague as clouds blown away by the wind, and even the response seemed a little unreal.
"I'll be right there."
The busy tone lingered in his ears after the call was hung up, but Xia Yujie was still staring blankly at the fresh call record on the screen. His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the edge of the phone, as if this could confirm the authenticity of the call.
Is this true or false?
The image of someone who was always alone suddenly surfaced in his memory. Hipper always handled everything by himself, so neatly and efficiently that no one even had the chance to help. No, to be more precise, there was no such precedent at all.
"To think he would ask for help..."
It's a little unexpected.
He murmured softly, not even realizing how many complex emotions were mixed in his words. When the night breeze rustled through his hair, he realized that he had unconsciously sped up his pace to get to his destination.
This is a rare request from a genius.
The corners of his mouth unconsciously rose, and even the corners of his eyes had a light arc.
"With pleasure."
Even if the content is just to accompany Tiancai to buy groceries, not everyone has the honor to help her carry the basket.
"What are you doing?"
When he turned around, the person beside him, who had been quiet for a while, was sitting cross-legged on the back of the rainbow dragon. He placed one hand lightly on the shimmering rainbow scales, his focused eyes almost piercing through this special cursed spirit.
It's as if we were analyzing the Rainbow Dragon from its molecular structure.
"Hmm?" The Primordial Celestial Body glanced up at him, briefly lingering on Geto Suguru before quickly lowering its head to continue its detailed work. "Modeling."
His fingers traced complex trajectories in the air, adjusting the details bit by bit.
"Your rainbow dragon is pretty good. I'll make one for Hipper to play with."
“……?”
Make a rainbow dragon for Hipper to play with? Do you think it's a toy snake?
It kept its head down, its fingers sliding quickly across a virtual panel that he couldn't see, yet it knew all the subtle changes on his face.
"Is there something hidden on that face of yours?"
The 3D model of the Rainbow Dragon spun and magnified in the hands of the Primordial Celestial Body, every parameter being repeatedly verified. After completing the final checklist, it suddenly said something surprising: "Or do you want a full-scale figurine of yourself?"
After completing the inspection and putting away the virtual panel, it finally raised its head, and its inorganic pupils looked straight into Geto Suguru's eyes - that was definitely not a joke.
"No, there will be an uncanny valley effect. It's fine now."
Why did you make a Geto? For Hipper to play with? Sorry, the main character can't accept it.
She was content with playing with the Rokugan, and no other toys were enough for her to play with. Only Gojo Satoru could accept that kind of twisted attention with a smile.
arrive.
Geto Suguru, a special-grade sorcerer who had long been marked as "dead" in the official records of this world.
Logically, the barrier surrounding Tokyo High School should have sounded an alarm the moment he entered. However, at this moment, the barrier was unusually quiet.
The Primordial Celestial Body casually fiddled with the data stream in its hand. The remnants of cursed energy that could have caused a commotion were silently dissolved beneath its fingertips.
Under its cover, no one can find any clues.
Tiancai squatted on a bench by the roadside, still not liking to sit. Her hands supported her cheeks, and the lollipop in her mouth swayed up and down with her dissatisfied smacking of lips.
“Too slow.”
Vague complaints mixed with the sweet aroma of candy drifted over, and Geto Suguru jumped off the back of the Rainbow Dragon and put away the curse spirit.
"It's pretty fast already. Let's go and use your anchor."
He extended his hand to Hipper, and the girl jumped down from the chair. As soon as her fingertips touched his wrist, the world changed like the pages of a comic book - when her vision became clear again, the two of them were already in a deserted alley.
"How convenient—" he couldn't help but sigh. Compared to his own Rainbow Dragon, this was practically a cheat-level teleportation plug-in. "What did they order tonight?"
He tilted his head to look at Hipper, who was walking in lockstep beside him. Even when the three of them were dining together, their tastes were already divided into three camps: salty, sweet, and bland. Now that the number of people had doubled—the menu was bound to be even stranger.
Wu must have some crazy requests again, right? Like ice cream hot pot or something?
"BBQ, ginger teriyaki, ramen, pork cutlet rice, double-flavor hot pot."
That two-flavor pot must have been added after Wu ordered something weird and Hipper rejected it.
Being able to ask questions of concern without hesitation is quite difficult in Japan, where people generally value privacy.
"How are you doing lately?" He put his hands in his pockets and spoke in a relaxed tone as if he was discussing today's weather.
"It's full of surprises, not bad."
Compared to 2005 when nothing happened, things here are much more exciting.
"Are you having fun getting along with your new classmates?" He paused, then suddenly took a half step closer, stopping at the limit of social distance, a mischievous smile on his face. "Did that idiot make you angry?"
Fool?
She couldn't help laughing out loud. In Geto Suguru's network of relationships, there was no other person who would make him use such an intimate derogatory term - except for the people's teacher Gojo Satoru who was always smiling and playing tricks on people.
"every day."
There was a lot of noise outside the alley. The girl was only one step away. After taking that step, she moved closer to him, breaking the normal social distance.
There are indeed some people in this world who are born with the power to break free from the shackles of common sense, living boldly and willfully. It makes one sigh that even the gods may have a special favor towards them.
Anyone can't help but feel jealous, right?
But when I was sheltered in the shadow of those wayward wings, the only thing that came out of my heart was: It’s so great to meet you.
"He's still the same as he was at 15. Everything from his face to his tastes hasn't changed."
Geto Xiayou's arm naturally wrapped around her side, separating her from the surging crowd. He gently grasped her wrist and pulled her to the right, like an adult protecting a child and letting her walk against the wall.
"After all, he's a 28-year-old man who orders a children's meal. You can understand that." It's better to say that he still has a childlike innocence than to say that he just does what he wants.
As soon as they entered the supermarket, they tacitly went straight to the fresh food area - after all, one was a "purchasing specialist" who was ordered to run errands all year round, and the other was a cook, and each of them had a vision for selecting dishes.
"Childish." Hipper commented.
In this extremely open yet extremely introverted country, Gojo Satoru has perfectly avoided all bad habits: he doesn't smoke or drink, stays away from gambling, and has a clean private life, except for being a little crazy.
Wait a minute! So—
The guy who is always smiling and fooling everyone around can actually be called a perfect man?
"……hiss."
A hairy conclusion.
"Jie." She slapped Geto's shoulder, her pupils slightly dilated in surprise. "He's a drug-free man who doesn't smoke, drink, gamble, or do anything. He's tall, handsome, rich, and incredibly strong." She paused and continued, "This is, a perfect man, right?"
Geto Suguru: =.=!
The shopping bag fell to the ground with a thud.
"You..." His eyes widened in shock, and he carefully considered his words before speaking, "According to worldly standards, this is indeed... wrong! That's Gojo Satoru!"
"Yeah, it's him, what's wrong?"
Don't you think there's something wrong?
The little genius remained calm and continued to pick the green peppers. "In this environment where people can cheat every five minutes, can you find another man like him?"
“…”
Damn it, I'm speechless!
Wait! Did she just say something terrible?! What five minutes?!
Please don't slam all men, okay? And -
"It's too hard for me to admit that Gojo Satoru is a truly wonderful man." He bent down to pick up the fallen onion, his face sullen. "But as long as you're happy, that's all."
What else can I do now that I have put on the ring?
Besides... to be a match for a genius, there is no other choice but to be the strongest.
Damn it, even though there was no plan for it, he was already imagining himself gnashing his teeth and wishing them a happy wedding.
Do we have to get married to be together? Genius is obviously everyone's :-(
Go back and find an excuse to fight. He has disliked the Six-Eyed Monopoly Genius for a long time.
"Lettuce, cabbage, tomatoes, mushrooms, cilantro... take some too." This was a big mistake, but the person hadn't the slightest bit of self-awareness and had already picked out all the vegetables. Another person was still pinching an onion, looking as if he was about to crush it.
"Bad personality? A little, yes, but isn't that cute?"
Besides his face, what else is cute about him? It's not like you haven't been pissed off by him before.
"...It's hopeless. You should be less sensitive to him."
Lock these two people together, one has no self-awareness, the other is also a blockhead. A blind cat meets a dead mouse, attracting each other only by relying on their own shortcomings, and yet they still fall in love.
"The one who always chooses me, chooses me this time, chooses me next time, and it's mine every time."
Hipper turned around and smiled at him, light and happy.
"You have to give a response."
“…”
His breathing stagnated, and he suddenly understood why among all the six eyes, Gojo Satoru in their world was the most special - his choice every time was Hipper.
That was his first choice, and the other six eyes were tied up for various reasons and could not make this decision.
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