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The data flow shifted, and the enormous computing load receded from her brain like the tide, completely transferred to the primordial celestial body for processing. Now she only needed to maintain the most basic output of cursed energy to support the operation of the simulated universe.
"call--"
As the burden eased, the persistent high fever began to subside. The throbbing pain in my solar plexus gradually eased, and my chaotic thoughts became clearer, like the sun shining through the clouds.
Finally I can think normally.
Suddenly, an inopportune electronic sound rang out in my head, followed by the mumbling of a resentful worker:
Throw it to me again?
"Every time you get overloaded with data, you just lie down. Can you be more restrained?"
"You seem to be feeling relaxed. Why are you lying there? Are you taking care of your baby?"
Despite the constant complaints, the speed of sorting the data flow did not slow down at all. The quantum computing unit light years away ran at full speed, sorting the complex information flow into an orderly manner.
“…”
What's the point of taking care of the fetus? Whether you can speak or not, this is about recuperating from illness.
Beep——
Before the other party could finish complaining, Hipper decisively severed the communication link. His mind instantly became quiet, with only a few faint electronic hums before finally returning to silence.
It's quiet.
She stretched out in satisfaction and rolled around on the bed. As for whether the original celestial body would get angry after being unilaterally disconnected from the communication - it would calm down on its own after a while.
“Hmm—”
Stretching like a cat, he naturally rolled into Gojo Satoru's arms. His arms draped limply over his shoulders, his fingertips, still slightly weary, unconsciously curling the ends of his hair.
"Hehe~"
Humming a light tune, my tense nerves completely relaxed. The sense of relief from stress made me feel light and airy, and even my breathing became clearer.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck contentedly, finding the most comfortable position.
Ah, now it would be perfect if I could have a cigarette.
Thinking of the cigarette box in her pocket and then thinking of Gojo Satoru who was hugging her, she sighed inwardly.
If she took out the cigarettes now, they would definitely be confiscated by the teacher. There was no way she would be allowed to smoke in his room. She might even have her daily cigarette allowance deducted.
Thinking of this, he could only give up the idea of touching the cigarette and instead buried his face deeper into the other person's arms.
Never mind, just be patient at times like this.
"Do you want to smoke?" Gojo Satoru rested his head lightly on Hipper's head, his fingers sliding across the screen of his mobile phone, his tone so casual as if he was asking what to eat today.
“…”
The person in his arms paused playing with his hair.
Uh... is it obvious? She hasn't said anything yet.
"It's too quiet." He answered Hipper's question as if reading her mind, and lightly touched the top of her head with his fingertips. "My room is a non-smoking area, okay?"
"You know what? That's why I'm so honest."
He guessed it all.
"Why did you say that?" Hipper raised her head and squeezed his palm in dissatisfaction, her fangs knocking lightly against her wrist. The black blindfold still hung loosely on her face, sliding slightly downwards with her movements.
"Isn't this a smoke?"
A vague excuse slipped out from between her teeth, more like a spoiled child than an explanation. Gojo Satoru easily withdrew his hand, his fingertips continuing to slide across the phone screen, perfunctorily rubbing the top of her head.
"Yeah, very obedient." The long ending tone was full of obvious teasing. "Keep it up?"
What? With that tone, who are you trying to appease?
Hipper puffed up her cheeks and glared at Gojo Satoru even through the black eye mask. What was this? Did she need someone to comfort her?
He patted her shoulder perfunctorily, his gaze still glued to his phone screen. After all, they'd been together for so long, he'd already figured out this little genius's temperament—it came quickly, though not always gone, like a summer thunderstorm, crackling and noisy for a while, then clearing up in the blink of an eye.
Anyway, it will come to me on its own after a while.
Age is not an issue between them.
As the elder one, he had long learned how to deal with those furry little emotions with ease - understanding her temper like tolerating an occasionally willful cat, and giving her freedom like supporting a student's growth.
Teachers too——
He gently curled a strand of her white hair between his fingertips and placed it on his lips, then continued to scroll through the next text message.
Whether it is a lover, they will give you the best.
This is not a promise, but a fact that should be taken for granted.
Hipper knew better than anyone that Wu and his teacher were completely different beings.
If she were alone with that white-haired idiot, she would be dealing with work while also dealing with the harassment of a large humanoid pendant. That person would definitely be clinging to her shoulder like a cat, their need for attention written all over their face.
But when she was with the teacher, the roles were strangely reversed. She became the willful one, while he tolerated everything with ease.
This difference is probably the difference between lovers and educators.
He handled his work without a single pause, and his movements to comfort himself were just right. Everything was as natural and smooth as breathing, without any sense of force.
He really handles it with ease.
Even though I was the one who started it, now she's the only one whose heart is racing. The feeling of being seen through, of being guessed at... is so strange.
"Teacher~" She suddenly came close, her soft cheek pressed against Gojo Satoru's profile, blocking his view of his phone, and her voice was so sweet that it was like melted honey.
Whenever Hipper spoke in this lovely voice, she either had something to ask of him or wanted to do something.
"Hmm?" He lowered his head just as the girl leaned back—his arms firmly supporting her back. He saw her raise her left hand in front of her chest, striking a familiar pose: three fingers bent, index and middle fingers interlocked, and surprisingly...
"The field expands—"
"Infinite space~!"
He drew out his words, imitating his usual tone with a raised ending. Hipper removed his blindfold, and his pale blue eyes looked over at him, sparkling with anticipation.
"How is it? Does it look like it?"
“…”
Oh, this really surprised him.
His brows relaxed instantly, he held Hipper's cheeks with both hands, gently stroked the corners of her eyes with his thumbs, and then gave her a kiss.
This little genius is really good at manipulating people's hearts.
When Schipper really wants to please someone, no one can resist her, because she always knows exactly which angle looks the cutest and which tone of voice can soften people's hearts.
And how willingly this moist look at this moment will make people compromise.
"Yeah, very similar."
He removed the blindfold from Hipper's face and placed the back of his hand against her forehead to test her temperature. The fever had almost subsided, her cheeks had regained their usual color, and her pale blue eyes were now bright and energetic.
It seems that he has almost recovered.
The sunlight outside the window has already shone into the room. I have spent enough time in bed. It's time to get up.
If you miss breakfast, at least you have to catch up on lunch.
"What do you want to eat?"
He glanced at his phone again, confirming there were no messages he needed to respond to immediately, and then tossed it aside. Feeling the grip loosen, Hipper immediately rolled himself into the quilt and began to play with his phone.
He got out of bed, took the shirt from the hanger, buttoned it, and turned back to ask the person who was lying in bed again.
"What to eat?"
"Um……"
His attention was completely glued to the phone screen, his fingers quickly controlling the character to harvest heads in the game.
The room was filled with the sound effects of the game broadcasting the continuous killing of enemies. It was obvious that she was indulging in the joy of defeating the weak and frying the fish.
Gojo Satoru had already dressed and was standing by the bed with his arms folded, quietly staring at the girl on the bed, swinging her legs and completely ignoring him.
"Amazing! Are you a professional player?"
"Add a friend and play duo together?"
The game voice chat continued to hear compliments from teammates, but Hipper didn't even move his eyebrows. His fingers flew across the screen, harvesting heads at an absurd speed.
"Gojo Hipper."
Being called out like that suddenly, her fingers suddenly stopped moving and she turned her head in confusion. "Huh? When did I change my last name?"
The word "Victory" on the screen reflected on Hipper's face, and she quit the game.
"What to eat?"
oO?
What? It turns out to attract her attention.
"Fried meat, fried eggs, no soft-boiled eggs, and a cup of sugar-free coffee, less ice." He threw his phone away, jumped out of bed barefoot, and stood in front of Gojo Satoru with his hands on his hips.
"Then what should I wear?" She tilted her head and teased, "Didn't you prepare my clothes?"
How could he not be prepared? From the moment he first thought of bringing Hipper home, he had already started preparing everything.
All the items she would use were carefully selected according to her preferences, the only thing left was to capture the person.
As for the clothes... Gojo Satoru glanced over lazily and pushed open the closet door - behind the neatly hung teacher uniforms was a row of women's dresses.
The style is suitable, right? After all, I have been observing her for so long, and even the inner wear is customized according to her usual style.
“……?”
Hipper's eyes widened, and he was speechless for a moment.
No, when did this guy start preparing?
She took two steps forward and pushed aside the hanging dresses, only to find various styles of underwear neatly stacked underneath - from simple to sexy, in exactly the right sizes.
"…Perverted?"
Her eyes drifted to the wardrobe next to her, and she glanced suspiciously at Gojo Satoru. He was staring back at her innocently, as if the wardrobe contained only ordinary shirts.
This reaction is definitely more than just ordinary clothes.
I opened the door of the next cabinet, but before I could take a closer look...
"Gojo Satoru!!"
The girl's face flushed crimson, and she slammed the closet door shut. The image of those strange, erotic clothes lingered in her mind, and even the tips of her ears turned red.
"Who, who allowed you to buy these?!"
The tip of his tongue swept across his back teeth, Gojo Satoru pursed his lips slightly, and a smile appeared in his eyes.
This reaction was funnier than I expected.
He kept a perfect distance and just tapped the cabinet door lightly with his fingertips.
“Can you try a new style once in a while?”
There was a hint of anticipation in his voice, but he didn't move closer. However, the slightly gleaming look in his eyes betrayed his keen interest in the matter of styling guidance.
I want to see her put it on and take it off myself.
"……abnormal!"
The tips of his ears flushed red, and his fingertips pinched the clothes he had taken off, causing wrinkles. Hipper had never thought that as a teacher, he would secretly prepare such a thing... Such shameless things!
How long had this pervert been secretly observing to know such details!
"dream!"
With a cold snort of embarrassment, she turned around and hugged the clothes to her chest, "Go cook! Now! Immediately! Immediately!"
His neck flushed crimson, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
Damn it, I used to think the teacher was more reliable than Wu, when did this guy become like this!
Well, shy.
The man's eyes followed her as she turned, her shirt slipping off, frozen in slow motion before his eyes, his gaze lingering on Hipper's exposed back. Every curve was visible—from her shoulder blades to her slender waistline, and then...
So beautiful.
"How long do you want to see it?"
The shirt with body temperature suddenly filled my vision, and the fabric still lingered with the same faint fragrance as my own.
When she pulled off her shirt, Hipper had already put on her dress, but the blush spread from her cheeks to her collarbone, which was particularly eye-catching.
"I'm hungry, hurry up and cook!"
I get shy easily, but that's cute.
"Yeah, I'll go right away." He put the shirt that Hipper threw to him on his arm, and then bent down to pick up the underwear that she had taken off and thrown on the ground. "Don't throw clothes around."
Hipper had already walked around him lightly and snorted when she heard his words.
"Didn't you pick it up, Mr. Gojo~"
As Hipper left, the room suddenly became quiet. Gojo Satoru held the piece of clothes, his fingertips stroking the lace on the edge of the underwear.
"Gojo...Mr.?"
He repeated the name softly, unable to feel satisfied.
Her frivolous name didn't mean everything. Perhaps he really needed to tie her down with a ring.
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