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“…Are you a dog?”
An indescribable complex expression appeared on his face. Hipper leaned closer, pinched Gojo Satoru's chin with two fingers, and his gaze as he looked down was mixed with confusion and helplessness.
"Are you suffering from a sex addiction or something?"
"Please restrain yourself a little, teacher."
She opened her mouth and wiped the water marks on her leg with her thumb. He didn't answer, but looked back at her with his smiling blue eyes, a look that was so frivolous that it made her angry.
And at this time, he still has this expression...
"Poor sir."
Pull off the eye mask on his forehead to cover his overly revealing blue eyes.
"Be more restrained." The knuckle of her index finger tapped his forehead neither lightly nor heavily, making a crisp sound.
With such a blatant look, do you think others are blind?
The warm touch of the skin under her knuckles reminded her of the temperature when their lips and teeth had just touched.
Sweet and soft, completely different from his outward appearance.
"Time to go." He had actually let her lead her astray and started thinking about these things... Hipper mentally condemned herself, secretly regretting it as she put away the virtual screen and jumped off the dining table. As her feet touched the cold floor, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into a hug.
He clasped her waist with a smile and measured her waist with his palm. "No shoes?" He paused for two seconds and then teased, "Or were you thinking about something strange and forgot?"
This guy!!
The tips of the girl's ears suddenly turned red, and she turned back and glared at him angrily, "Go get your shoes!" The man nodded twice, stood up to get her shoes, and his steps were visibly brisk.
The phone vibrated and hummed on the table, causing the wooden surface to tremble slightly. Hipper curled up in the chair again and opened the screen.
#Higher vocational exchange group#
Panda: If we have the final battle tonight, do we need to make any preparations?
Panda: [panda head.jpg]
After thinking for a moment, his knees unconsciously pressed against his chest.
Hipper: Just conserve your energy.
This is the art of speaking—it's none of your business, a slight revision is a way to conserve your energy. Fewer words, deeper meaning, and still leave enough face for others.
Although they can't help much, they are much more active in their work than the teacher, so they deserve some encouragement.
Hipper: Come on Q~Q*
Hipper: Good job! I'll play a game for you guys next time.
Hipper: It’s fun.
Hipper: ^ω^~☆
My original intention was to use cute emojis to improve relationships among classmates, but I didn't expect these words to be sent out...
Ieiri Glass:?
Ieiri Glass: Satoru, don't send messages using Hipper's account
Panda: Yeah, it’s very strange. I’d better play with my phone.
Kugisaki Nobara: Terrible
…
Huh? That's weird. Doesn't adding emojis make her unrecognizable? Also, the teacher wouldn't text her on her phone. Absolutely not.
She has the Primordial Celestial Body which can automatically recover without the help of a teacher.
Polygonum cuspidatum Hisuhito:oo
Yuji Itadori: It was Hipper who spoke just now
The students were quiet again, with only Ieiri Naoko asking questions.
Ieiri Glass: Can you tell the difference?
…
Yuji Itadori's hand holding the spoon was suspended in mid-air, and the ketchup on the omelet rice was slowly sliding off. He frowned and thought for a long time before muttering to himself hesitantly.
"This...how can I explain it? Even if the teacher and Hipper use the same emoji, the feelings they convey are completely different."
I stuffed a mouthful of omelet rice into my mouth, and suddenly an idea came to me.
"It's like the difference between ketchup and hot sauce! Even though they both look red..." As he spoke, he became confused. It would be hard to convince others with this kind of explanation.
It’s still hard to explain.
Hisuhito Knotweed: Intuition
There's no way, just put it this way, he can't think of a better explanation.
Hipper: Isn’t that expression cute?
Rather than being cute, the first reaction when I think of Hipper speaking in this style is... weird.
Even Gojo-sensei's words weren't so shocking.
Yuji Itadori: Very cute! People are not used to your sudden change of style yet
Really? Not used to it? They actually put her and the teacher in the wrong place. They must be too idle.
I wanted to assign them some work, but after much reflection, I realized I had almost completed all the necessary preparations. Even if I let them go, it would only alert the enemy. It would be better to keep them on campus.
Putting down the phone, I lightly tapped the virtual screen that unfolded in the air. A densely packed schedule and 3D modeling diagrams slowly rotated across the pale blue screen—everything was in place. A glance at the clock in the corner showed 7 hours and 3 minutes until the event.
There is too much, this level of slack is almost like an invitation to waste time.
"Teacher, do you want to go to the movies? Or to the beach?"
Gojo Satoru, who had just returned from selecting shoes, didn't respond immediately after hearing her say that. Instead, he shifted his gaze from the shoes and socks in his hands to her face and asked, "Are you done with all the work?"
After receiving a positive answer, he naturally half-knelt down, pinched the edge of the pure white cotton socks with his fingers, put them on for her, put them into her shoes, and tied the bow.
He remained on one knee, looking up at her with the corners of his lips raised.
"So, this is a date?"
He gazed at Hipper quietly, gently yet with the patience of a hunter. He neither urged her nor let his expression betray a hint of impatience—in the adult love game, the one who spoke first often lost more chips.
What he wanted was much more than that, not the little sweet treats she occasionally gave him on a whim, but her complete and unreserved indulgence.
Getting recognition is an important form, so that he can attack openly and she can refute it if she questions him.
"You admitted that yourself."
Then you can launch your offensive with justification—no more carefully concealing your overly concerned feelings or making up excuses for your deliberate actions.
If she dared to ask, "Have you been pushing your luck lately?" he could have just as easily refuted her with, "Didn't you say this was a date?"
"Hmm? Date? Um...right?" Hearing him ask this, Hipper was a little hesitant.
"This is my first time asking someone out on a date, you're not going to reject me, are you?" She squatted on the chair and leaned towards Gojo Satoru, her voice getting softer and softer, almost turning into a soliloquy.
"I've already taken care of all the work, and the tasks are all completed by the Primordial Celestial Bodies..." At this point, I suddenly realized that I was showing weakness and immediately became tough. "How do you want to refuse me?"
Gojo Satoru:?
That's not what he meant.
"A date..." This had been planned a long time ago. Flowers, gifts, and words... Now she was the first to bring it up, what a surprise.
"I'm a little surprised that you got there first."
This unexpected development made his chest burn. It turned out that beyond those carefully planned romantic scenes, such a simple and direct invitation actually made his heart beat faster.
In fact, romance and heart-throb have nothing to do with the occasion. As long as she says something, it will easily make your heart beat.
As long as she opened her mouth - whether it was complaining, scolding, or even this invitation to a date with a hint of bravado.
Every word was precisely timed to the beat of the heartbeat, causing an inappropriate throbbing deep in the chest.
As long as the subject is Gojo Satoru, nothing else matters.
"Let's go to the movies and go shopping. I don't feel like playing in the water today." The only way to go to the beach in late October is to go abroad, right? Although I can see Hipper's swimsuit at the beach... well, maybe next time.
He swiped his phone screen, his fingertips sliding back and forth across the list of recently released films, but remained silent. Hipper cleaned up the food scraps on the table, and even after finishing everything, he was still struggling to choose a film.
"So slow." She sighed and reached for her phone and wallet. Gojo Satoru naturally raised his arm and let her put the things in his coat pocket.
"Let's go eat Chinese hot pot tonight."
"Hmm~" He responded without looking up, his fingers still swiping across the screen, and added, "I want a shabu-shabu hotpot."
Hipper couldn't help but glance at him sideways - he was such an adult, but he wouldn't eat anything spicy, and his taste hadn't improved at all.
He is definitely a 28-year-old boy who loves sweets.
He lowered his head to scroll through his phone, but just before leaving, he suddenly pulled one arm out of his pocket and let it hang lazily in the air. Hipper stood still, tilting her head to look at his inexplicable behavior.
"What? Cramp?"
Gojo Satoru:...?
Come on, my little genius, this is thoughtfulness, could you please have a little romantic sense? Are you allergic to it?
"Don't you hate crowded places?" He put his phone away and poked her cheek. "It will feel better if you hug me, right?"
"No Bottom Line is still very useful." Then Gojo Satoru continued to stare at the screen of his mobile phone, sliding his fingers back and forth between several movie posters, immersed in his own dilemma of choosing a movie.
“…”
The girl, her heart unbalanced, looked away and used the action of lifting her hair to hide the expression on her face.
The teacher's offensive...why is it everywhere?
His casual acts of tenderness always made her heart race more than his outspoken concern. Hipper's hand unconsciously pressed against her chest, and she realized with a start that lately, whenever she was alone with Gojo-sensei, her heart would always beat wildly like it did now.
It's strange. It never happens like this when Mingming and Wu are together.
She linked her arm around his, the two of them so close that they could feel each other's body heat, without a single gap. For some reason, the mere awareness of his presence made her cheeks uncontrollably heat up.
"Haven't you chosen a movie yet?" she urged, trying to hide her pounding heart. Gojo Satoru then lowered his phone slightly, a troubled expression on his face. "What do you think of this one?"
The screen showed a popular animated film. He added, with a rare hint of hesitation, "I hear it's perfect for a date."
The moment he saw the movie poster, his erratic heartbeat suddenly calmed. Hipper stared at the screen in silence for a few seconds, then realized how people often laugh when they're completely speechless. Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru's taste in movies was identically childish.
"...Are you ten years old, teacher?" She originally meant to mock his childish taste in film selection.
Unexpectedly, the man actually rubbed his chin and thought: "Ten years old is a bit of a stretch, but if he's fifteen, he should be able to get away with it by changing into a uniform."
"Hmm? So you prefer being younger? Well, it's not impossible for a teacher to pretend a little."
There was a helpless expression on his face, indicating that it was okay and he would cooperate.
"Who is telling you this?" Hipper stepped on his foot and saw him gasping in pain, but the tips of his ears felt slightly hot because of the other party's overly serious expression just now.
Fifteen years old or something… Just imagining that scene makes my ears start to burn. Add to that the teacher's overwhelming onslaught—I'm afraid if he softens his tone even slightly, I'll be so dizzy that I'll agree to his excessive demands.
I shook my head vigorously, as if trying to shake the dangerous image from my mind. But the more I told myself not to, the more my heartbeat became uncontrollably. This conflicting feeling was like a moth drawn to a trap even though it knew it was there.
“Absolutely…absolutely not!”
"What's wrong? What are you thinking about?" He leaned in closer, his warm breath gently brushing against Hipper's cheek. He put away his phone, tilted his head and gave a mischievous smile: "Tell me about it?"
The ends of her gathered hair swayed with her movements, gleaming in the sunlight. His face was close at hand, and his smile deepened.
Damn, he looks so relaxed.
Hipper raised his face, calmly put his hand on Gojo Satoru's forehead and pushed him away.
"I was thinking..." she said softly, calmly and composedly, "I'm such a person who can't resist temptation. I always remind myself to be sober, but I still get seduced by the same person in the same way."
Hipper glanced at him, poking his cheek with her fingertips. "He keeps on doing it, and I keep on teaching him. The two of us—"
"It's a perfect match."
"Hey? Anada~"
Oh no, isn't she very seductive?
A name, a confession, lured the strongest sorcerer named Gojo Satoru to change the date location.
He thought the household registration class was good and he wanted to fill out the form and sign it.
I want to, very much.
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