Chapter 127

Chapter 127: The Opposite of ½ Probability 

Morning.

Although the task of picking people up had been fully entrusted to Gloria, it was still Heli herself who sent Mi Xiaoliu to school.

After all, she wasn’t at the laboratory twenty-four hours a day, and in the mornings, she also had to get to work on time.

As for Gloria… let her walk there. The electric bike could only fit two people at most, it was impossible to make Mi Xiaoliu sit in the basket, right?

Anyway, Gloria could run pretty fast—she’d be at school in a flash.

“Why aren’t you holding onto me?” Heli turned her head in confusion, looking at the unusually behaved Mi Xiaoliu sitting behind her.

Mi Xiaoliu shook her head and put her hands behind her back.

Heli was frustrated, “If you fall, it’ll really hurt. Hold onto my waist.”

Her electric bike didn’t have a backrest.

Hearing this, Mi Xiaoliu reached out and wrapped her arms around Heli’s waist: “Don’t hit me.”

Heli: “……”

What did Gloria do??

Tonight, I’ll make the cabbage dish that Gloria hates the most.

After dropping Mi Xiaoliu off at the classroom door, Heli turned and continued on to the laboratory.

As final exams approached, the students who had spent almost every class on their phones finally started to show a bit of self-awareness and cracked open their books to study.

Since they were only in the first grade, their grades wouldn’t affect their advancement, and there was no such thing as repeating a year. 

Even if they performed terribly on the future Ability User College Entrance Exam, they’d still be able to go to school—though the quality of the institution would depend on their results. 

Many slackers didn’t care about this, just as in the future their bosses wouldn’t care which school these more useful-than-average workers came from.

But if you didn’t have a practical ability, it was best to pay more attention to your grades, since these would be recorded in your file and affect your job prospects.

Influenced by the rare few who were serious, some of the slackers around them also started to feel a sense of urgency and began flipping through their books—atmosphere is really important.

Jim glanced at his vocabulary list, closed it: “Abandon, abandon…”

Okay, memorized.

In just ten seconds, he had memorized a word. The final exam was in the bag. Time to reward himself with a game.

Jim turned on his phone.

Did you think he’d still be playing Tetris? Don’t be silly—he’s not that old-fashioned. He’d already discovered a game newer and more novel than Tetris.

“Snake.”

He could foresee that this game was destined to be a hit.

“Something feels off,” Barrett said, looking for Yiwen during the morning reading break and rudely sitting right on Mi Xiaoliu’s desk.

“What’s up?” Yiwen gently pulled her away, so she wouldn’t disturb Mi Xiaoliu, who was doing her homework.

This action made Barrett involuntarily frown.

“It seems like Zhang Zikun isn’t here today,” Barrett said.

Whether other people come or not is really no big deal, but if he’s absent, that’s a real problem. 

Although no one in the class openly says anything, everyone remembers how this unpopular guy once skipped class without a word, and then…

Goosebumps rise, the back of her neck feels cold.

She just casually mentioned it, but once others heard, it set off a domino effect—discussion spread throughout the entire class.

“Don’t overthink it, he might just be sick.” That’s what she said, but Yiwen started carefully looking around her surroundings.

Because she had noticed that the proportion of self-healing ability users in the school was unusually high.

She memorized the abilities of everyone in her class, the class next door, and even people in the clubs—except for Mi Xiaoliu, who had hidden his (her) ability.

“Then I’m skipping class today. You do what you want,” Barrett said, her neck feeling a bit stiff as she turned and left the classroom.

“Emmm…” Yiwen also stood up and grabbed Mi Xiaoliu’s arm: “Xiaoliu, let’s skip class too.”

Mi Xiaoliu shook her head.

Heli wouldn’t let her skip class, she said that’s something only bad kids do.

“Let’s go.” Yiwen simply wrapped her arms under Mi Xiaoliu’s armpits and dragged her away by her chest.

“Hey, wait for me!” Jim quickly followed.

Lu Mingxue, who was closest to the back door, also stood up.

The bell for class rang.

“Did the PE teacher steal this class?” The chubby teacher stood at the podium, silently staring at the empty classroom.

……

“Do you really have to do this? We’re all skipping class, you know.” Yiwen watched helplessly as Mi Xiaoliu walked along, writing in her homework notebook.

She snatched the notebook and flipped through it: fourth-grade elementary school content, including a hundred-word essay—he (she) was learning pretty fast.

Besides that… weight-loss meals? Recipes? Doodles?

On the first page, there was something Gloria had secretly written: “I, Mi Xiaoliu, am a big idiot.”

“……”

The way everyone skipped class was the usual—scaling the wall.

Just as Heli had once said, she’d seen plenty of people who accidentally blew a hole through their thigh—or even worse, their third leg—while climbing over the wall. But obviously, this kind of tragedy wouldn’t happen to Mi Xiaoliu.

Because she didn’t even need to climb over—she could just squeeze sideways through the gap between the fence rails. Seeing this, Lu Mingxue’s heart was a little shattered.

All that junk food she’d invested in had gone to waste.

A whole class collectively climbing over the wall to skip class actually looked rather spectacular.

And then…

And then the class got publicly announced by the whole school, and everyone was punished by standing in the hallway for a day.

When Gloria discovered it was Mi Xiaoliu’s class that got the announcement, she deliberately walked back and forth along that hallway, each time lingering a little longer in front of Mi Xiaoliu, and even took a video.

It was hard to imagine that all this was caused just by a single LV2 ability user skipping class.

——————

“Mr. Rutherford, why do you keep holding up a camera? Are you an internet celebrity?” Zhang Zikun instinctively avoided the lens.

“Just recording some wonderful moments in life. Want to see my past recordings?” Rutherford put down the camera, always wearing a pleasant smile.

“No thanks,” Zhang Zikun shook his head.

“That’s a shame. In a lifespan of a hundred years, the happiness one can experience is fleeting. Would you really want to rely only on your memory to recall them in the future?” 

Mr. Rutherford adjusted his camera again. “Too bad you’re too old, otherwise I’d love to record your life.”

Zhang Zikun was puzzled—wasn’t this guy already recording him?

Mr. Rutherford didn’t give him an explanation, instead handing him a black phone: “Your ability is danger premonition, right? The ½ choice. One, I can help you get your pride back, but you’ll have to follow me…”

He didn’t listen to the second option—he just reached out to take the phone, but hesitated: “Um… Mr. Rutherford, I don’t have any combat ability, not even auxiliary skills.”

He didn’t even have an indomitable spirit. If Gloria had stopped those people just one second later yesterday, he probably would have knelt on the ground begging for mercy like a coward.

Because of a minor dispute with a classmate from next door, he had been cornered.

Was that classmate strong and tough? The school bully? Or one of those kids who skipped class every day?

No, it was actually the opposite. That guy was very short, and his ability was only LV1 self-healing—even worse than his own. His grades were below average, and he never dared to skip class, always obedient to his parents.

But for some reason, this little guy acted arrogantly and domineeringly at school every day. If he bumped into someone, he would immediately start swearing, acting cocky all the time as if he owned the place.

But since he often handed out cigarettes and ran errands for the school delinquents, he had a really good relationship with them—so most people didn’t dare to mess with him.

To be blunt, he was a dog that barks at a lion. If anyone dared to argue with him, he would immediately call people to block the school gate. Every school has this kind of person—more disgusting than the most arrogant delinquents.

But what disgusted him even more than this guy was his own friends.

They had been walking home together just fine after school, but when a few delinquents surrounded him, not a single one was willing to help. They just stood there dumbly for a while before turning and leaving. Their usual brotherhood felt like a joke.

“Mr. Rutherford, if you can help me get revenge, can you count a few more people?” Zhang Zikun was referring to the friends who had abandoned him.

“Sure… your name is Zhang Zikun, right?” Rutherford placed both hands on his shoulders and stared intently into his eyes, looking down at him from above.

At this distance, Zhang Zikun could directly smell the scent of lavender on him and couldn’t help but turn his head away.

“Using your ability, what color do you see on me?”

“A little light red… you might suffer a minor injury soon… Sorry, I don’t have the ability to control these colors.” Zhang Zikun lowered his head.

“Then look again.” Rutherford flicked his own collar.

“White? How is that possible?” Zhang Zikun’s expression changed—he had never encountered this before.

“Everything has a ½ chance of going in the opposite direction.” Rutherford pulled out a large handful of knives from his waist and threw them straight up into the air.

“Mr. Rutherford?!” Zhang Zikun was so scared that he immediately rolled over and hid under the desk, covering his head.

Rutherford closed his eyes and let the dozen or so knives fall toward him. They passed by his waist, crotch, between his fingers, and other dangerously close spots.

Not a single scratch.

Zhang Zikun stared blankly at the knives embedded in the floor.

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