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"Hey, Hipper."
Ieiri Naoko poured herself a half-full glass of whiskey, the amber liquor swirling gently in the glass. She needed alcohol to help sort out these absurd fragments of information—
Hipper, a high school freshman from another world in 2005, was a girl who was a contemporary of the art of curse manipulation, reversal techniques, and the six eyes. By chance, she fell into this world's curse high school and became a problem student of 28-year-old Gojo Satoru.
And the most intriguing thing is... in that world, she and Rokugan are actually in a romantic relationship.
But Gojo Satoru's attention to Hipper in their world wasn't entirely clear. Whether it was their eye contact or the small details of their daily interactions, his attention and care for her had already surpassed the proper boundaries.
Haha, the so-called boundaries are meaningless to him. Even if he understands it clearly, he will still pretend not to understand.
The ice ball hit the wall of the cup with a crisp sound, and Glass raised his head and drank the wine in the cup.
This is more troublesome than a hangover headache...
The girl bit the end of the bamboo chopsticks and tilted her head slightly, her moist eyes full of doubts, indicating her to continue.
"You..." Glass paused and put down her wine glass. She wanted to ask what you liked about that guy, but she changed her mind when the words came to her lips: "Six Eyes...what are the advantages?"
There is absolutely nothing to praise about that willful person.
A man with nothing to his name except his face.
"nice."
——Sure enough, the first advantage is still that face.
With a flick of her wrist, Hipper precisely scooped up the tumbling marbling beef with her serving chopsticks. She blew twice at the steaming air, her eyelashes fluttering in the rising white mist. "He doesn't smoke or drink, stays away from pornography, gambling, or drugs, has no violent tendencies, and is surprisingly obedient."
...? Who's listening? Gojo Satoru?
"At 15, he was over 185cm tall, the height of a top-tier beauty, the future de facto leader of the Gojo family, the most powerful sorcerer of the modern era—" Juice flowed from the beef between her teeth, and she narrowed her eyes in satisfaction. "Aside from his slightly... well, unique personality, he's simply—"
"What a wonderful man."
“Ehhhh!!!!”
No! Are we talking about the same person?
"Well~" Hipper drawled out the last word lazily, a piece of fat beef dangling from the tip of his chopsticks. "A man of this size is a limited edition, right?"
Is it really a limited edition? How do you explain the 102,415 universes?
Under everyone's dull gaze, she calmly bit off a piece of meat, letting the sauce stain the corners of her lips.
"I'm a genius." She raised a finger and shook it, with star-like light flowing in her blue pupils.
"Of course I want the best one."
“…”
Hiss, a decisive blow!
This was like searching for diamonds in the desert... Ieiri Naoko refilled her drink, baffled by the answer. She had managed to dig out so many brilliant things from that guy.
She turned to look at the white-haired teacher who was finishing two boxes of ice cream, and the other party made a V-sign proudly.
Besides the universal label of being the strongest, isn't his only advantage the ability to breathe on his own?
So now this delicate relationship...Nitrous's gaze fell on the ring on Hipper's ring finger and suddenly stopped.
——It couldn’t have been sent by Wu.
If that flamboyant white-haired guy were to put a ring on someone's finger, he would probably show it off to the point where everyone would know about it.
It looked like another person's mark. Glass stroked the rim of the glass, watching the ice ball gently clink in the amber liquid.
So now, Wu...she suddenly felt a little absurd. That egocentric guy, who was so overbearing, actually allowed someone to leave a mark on his territory? Just watching quietly and doing nothing wasn't his style.
When all possibilities were eliminated one by one, the only answer left was that he was clearly weaving a web.
Patiently waiting for the opportunity for the prey to fall into the trap, carefully calculating the extent of each advance, and corroding and disintegrating the boundary of indulgence inch by inch.
You play it really dirty, Satoru.
Glancing sideways at the man with an overly bright smile, her temples throbbed – this kind of kindergarten-level happiness, coupled with his secret methods, made her stomach twitch just by looking at it.
Glass tilted her head back and drank the rest of the wine in the glass, leaving a fleeting trace of amber liquid on the edge of the glass. When she was about to refill her glass, she suddenly noticed that the other party was staring at Whiskey.
Shake the bottle and the ice cubes will make a crisp sound when they collide.
"What?" She raised an eyebrow. "Want a drink?"
The bottle of wine that Glass held out was intercepted by the Primordial Celestial Body. It gently pushed the bottle back into place, tilted its head, and pierced Hipper with a glare like a blade: "Are you looking for death?"
It had never said such blunt and impolite words to Hipper before. Hipper just blinked slightly, neither admitting nor denying, and with a bit of regret, he focused on the food on the plate again.
"It's normal to be curious, right?"
The Primordial Celestial Body stopped responding and closed its eyes, as if trying to suppress its anger.
"Can't drink?" Glass raised an eyebrow. It was odd that he could smoke but not drink. Was he the same type of meticulous thinker as Gojo Satoru? He needed to be constantly clear-headed? Even so, a few drinks would at most impair his judgment, far from being life-threatening... Unless there was something else going on?
"Just like Gojo-sensei, this head is very precious~" She chewed her food slowly, watching the students scramble for food with a smile. "If I fall asleep, I'll have to restart."
She didn't finish her words and swallowed the second half of the sentence - it wasn't that she had to restart, but that the whole world had to start over.
"Don't try to hide and drink secretly, Hipper~" The white-haired teacher finished two boxes of ice cream in one breath and then started to use his chopsticks, chewing the food elegantly, completely disregarding any dining etiquette.
"If you're unhappy, just call that Sukuna out and beat him up." Talking about the battle with the Curse King in such a nonchalant manner was indeed Gojo Satoru's style.
He swallowed the delicious food contentedly, delighted by the wonderful taste. He narrowed his eyes and smiled like a cat, then playfully tapped himself with his index finger: "Or maybe I could ask the teacher for help~"
As soon as these words were spoken, Primordial Celestial and Hipper froze in their tracks. They turned their heads simultaneously, their gazes fixed on Gojo Satoru, their faces alternating between astonishment and an indescribable depth of meaning.
"Huh? You're suddenly so serious, are you asking something of the teacher?" Hipper put down his chopsticks, supported his chin with both hands, stared at him without blinking, with a curious look in his eyes.
The Primordial Celestial Body nodded slightly, confirming Gojo Satoru's opinion, "That's not impossible."
"Hippo--" The Primordial Celestial Body turned his head to ask for her opinion, but only received a firm answer: "No." He picked up the bamboo chopsticks again, picked up the beef elegantly and chewed it slowly.
"He can't."
Um?
A huge question mark appeared above Gojo Satoru's head, and his confused eyes moved between the two of them - what's wrong? What's wrong with it?
"Come to think of it, there is something I would like to trouble you with, Teacher." She raised her cup and looked at him with a smile as she took a sip. "I'll leave the dishes tonight to you, Teacher."
"Gojo-sensei, you will definitely fulfill my request, right?"
“…Tsk.”
The man stared into the pair of eyes that looked exactly like his own. During the three seconds of eye contact, an indescribable feeling of frustration quietly grew. Whenever he carefully set a verbal trap, this genius always managed to pretend not to see it.
It's time you took the bait, my dear little genius.
The man had a smile on his lips, but there was a dark current in his eyes.
The teacher's patience...will be exhausted.
"Hey, Jay, let's go together. You're not ashamed to eat for free?" He started to act like a spoiled child, determined to drag someone into the water. Anyway, as long as someone washes the dishes, it's fine. As for who gets the bad luck - she doesn't care.
Geto Xia Yu: oO? I eat for free?
"Things like breaking one's promise and getting fatter..." Geto put down his chopsticks and tapped the table with his fingertips. "That shouldn't happen to a teacher, Satoru."
Disqualified?
"Disqualification is absolutely impossible!" Gojo Satoru retorted, wagging his finger lazily. "After all, I'm a recognized perfect teacher~" Perfect? Isn't that a matter of course?
"Please take a look at the popularity rankings. Gojo Satoru is always number one~"
“…”
Enough, narcissist.
"I'm done eating."
Hipper casually put his chopsticks on the bowl, stood up and occupied the entire sofa, stretching out his limbs like a sated cat. After a long sigh, he slowly took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
She called once, twice, three times. Still no answer. She stood up, walked to the refrigerator, took out a can of cold Coke, and continued to wait.
Who was on the other end of the line? The answer was obvious—the only person who could make the genius so persistent was Rokugan, her... lover.
The call finally connected, and the first thing that came from the other end was her lover's explanation - what she had been busy with and why she had missed the previous two calls. Hipper just listened quietly, occasionally responding with a soft "hmm", and unconsciously wiping the water droplets on the Coke can with her fingertips.
Are you angry?
"Yeah, I was angry because you didn't answer my call."
"Is the game fun? Wu,"
[…] It’s over.
"What are you playing? Which level are you stuck on? Do you need my help?"
Her anger always carries a hint of laziness. Even when angry, Hipper always looks nonchalant, never speaking beyond the bounds of propriety, and sometimes even reveals a hint of tenderness, often like the gurgling of spring water.
[Sorry QAQ, please forgive me, I will turn up the ringtone next time. ]
Admit mistakes quickly, act coquettishly and sweetly—these are the fundamental rules of love. When lovers are angry, someone always has to offer the olive branch of reconciliation. And this person has to be the first to bow.
"So I'm not as important as the game, right?"
【???】No, this legendary hell-level problem actually happened to him one day.
Hipper didn't give him time to explain and continued speaking in a soft voice.
"It's the backup, it's Shizune, it's someone who gets away with just a few words. Hmm?"
...Hiss, so scary, my legs are shaking just listening to Hipper talking like this, facing the angry Gojo Satoru... Warrior!
[Hippo!! Don't lie to me again! You don't care about this at all!]
Wow! The one who got beaten down by the two of them was Gojo Satoru. He was completely defeated.
"Oh, you don't care? Maybe I chose the wrong person, maybe I should have made a better choice..." The tone was resentful and aggrieved, but you could tell that he was teasing the other person.
Next one! The next one is even better! Look at our teacher Gojo, she doesn't need any training at all, she definitely meets your standards.
[Hippo!! You want to fight? Now! Come back!]
"Hee~"
She actually laughed out loud, sipping her Coke while teasing her now-angry boyfriend, "When have you ever beaten me?" She put down her Coke and swung her legs over the armrest of the sofa, feeling incredibly happy. "If you want to beat me, wait until you're 28."
"When you go back the day after tomorrow, don't fill the refrigerator with clutter."
Just wait!
After saying this viciously, the other party hung up the phone.
Waiting? Fighting? Don't get angry when you lose.
After the call, she felt refreshed. She stretched, picked up her shoes, nimbly climbed over the balcony railing, and went for a walk in the moonlight.
"I'm not coming back~"
Not coming back? It's not up to you.
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