Chapter 234

Chapter 234: Repeated Use

“Xiaoliu, Xiaoliu, Xiaoliu.”

In class, Yiwen softly called out to Mi Xiaoliu.

Mi Xiaoliu, lying on her desk, turned her head to look at her.

After hearing about her trip to the Metropolis, some classmates who normally didn’t talk much suddenly came up to chat, asking if she had seen Shrimp Tail Island.

No one really knew why, but somehow the island had changed so much over the past hundred years, and rumors quickly spread that it was indeed Shrimp Tail Island. Certain detail-oriented bloggers were especially enthusiastic, analyzing videos from all angles online.

But Yiwen’s reason for approaching her was clearly different from those people.

“Did you bring me a gift?” Her eyes narrowed into slits, smiling almost like a clown.

Mi Xiaoliu reached under her desk and pulled out a box, handing it to Yiwen.

Yiwen happily took it and opened it.

It was exactly the same pendant as before—identical, to the point that Yiwen suspected she had stolen it back from her own house and re-gifted it.

Yiwen gave Mi Xiaoliu a radiant smile and put it on. 

[Thanks, I’ve received your perfunctory gesture loud and clear.]

Mi Xiaoliu looked down, staring at her canvas shoes.

Yiwen was puzzled. Was this girl thinking of giving her socks again?

Other than brewing tea, they weren’t much use—and couldn’t even be reused.

During the time Mi Xiaoliu was away, a major change had occurred at school.

Most students didn’t notice anything, but Yiwen immediately spotted it, the rooftop now had surveillance cameras installed.

That damn Chairwoman—she couldn’t touch Mi Xiaoliu herself, and now wouldn’t let anyone else touch her either.

During lunch break, under Lu Mingxue’s resentful gaze, Yiwen pushed Mi Xiaoliu to their secret base. But the shameless old man came along as a third wheel too.

Now she could only learn about Mi Xiaoliu’s colors verbally.

And thanks to Heli’s meddling, after fainting three times, Yiwen’s burning heart had finally cooled down. At most, she only dared to hold Mi Xiaoliu and let her sit on her lap.

They’d been dating all this time and hadn’t even kissed once—it was a little frustrating.

Yiwen suddenly jabbed Mi Xiaoliu’s soft armpit when she wasn’t paying attention.

“Mm~”

She let out a very cute sound.

But—had Mi Xiaoliu stayed up all night gaming, or was she troubled by teenage worries?

Otherwise, why did she lie down in her arms and fall asleep halfway through eating?

Gently holding her, lying on the small slope, she sniffed the fragrance in her hair and dozed off.

She was a little concerned—if Mi Xiaoliu really was dealing with adolescent troubles, was she thinking about her?

Before she could think more deeply, Mi Xiaoliu sat up from her lap, rubbing her eyes.

Halfway through her nap, she remembered she hadn’t finished eating, and with sheer willpower got up to finish her food first.

Something really wasn’t right. Today, Mi Xiaoliu had slept on her desk the entire day and hadn’t even touched the homework Heli assigned.

The Chairwoman, who had been watching the surveillance feed all day, frowned. She knew perfectly well how soundly Misha had slept last night.

After school, for the first time in a while, Heli personally came to pick up Mi Xiaoliu—but instead of taking her home, she brought her somewhere Mi Xiaoliu had never been.

The underground school laboratory.

A place that made one feel uneasy. Heli had already sealed up her sister’s refrigerated storage in advance, so Mi Xiaoliu wouldn’t see it.

Mi Xiaoliu lay on Heli’s lap, her body trembling slightly.

“Mm.”

With a soft cry, the black-element suppressant injection was completed.

Rubbing her butt gently to comfort her, Heli took out a cotton swab and stuck it into her mouth.

Mi Xiaoliu bit down on it.

Heli knocked on her head, rotated twice inside her mouth, and extracted saliva.

After two minutes, approximately the time for the suppressant to take effect, Heli asked again.

“Still sleepy?”

“Mm.”

Mi Xiaoliu sat face-to-face on Heli’s lap, trying to find a comfortable position to fall asleep.

Heli’s embrace was more comfortable than Yiwen’s.

Heli pinched her nose to stop her from sleeping and pointed to the transparent tray in the corner by the wall.

“Put it here.”

Mi Xiaoliu opened her system space and placed a one-meter-tall cubic container into it.

A perfect fit—just from its appearance, it was impossible to tell how to open this box.

Okulet walked over and casually blocked Heli’s line of sight with his body. He groped around on the box.

The four corners twisted, the “凹”-shaped pattern in the center split open, and then the entire box deformed backward. From the outside, one would never guess it could be assembled into a cube.

It wasn’t fully opened—there was still a transparent square lid above, which could be lifted manually.

A palm-sized, spherical black stone lay embedded in the groove at the center of the box. Its surface showed no visible roughness, and it faintly emitted a purple glow, making the temperature in the lab rise noticeably.

Whether it was an illusion or not, at the moment the box was opened, everyone in the lab felt a bit irritated, and Mi Xiaoliu even took two steps back in discomfort.

—

“No way, your progress rate is like my 18-year-old niece still hoping to grow to 175cm. She’s 157cm at 18.”

The police academy instructors in Fanzui City were a bit more sharp-tongued than those in Sunshine City—or maybe just more blunt?

“Puberty is the fastest-growing period for abilities. If targeted training like this is still ineffective, either you haven’t grasped the right method or you really don’t have much room to improve.”

Mi Xiaoliu wasn’t the only one at the academy for ability development—Lu Mingxue, Barrett, and several unfamiliar faces were also here, all dressed in special ability police uniforms, hiding their identities from each other.

This was arranged by Old Chen.

Basically, every young vigilante had to attend the police academy periodically for ability development tailored to their needs. People like Dias didn’t need the academy to worry—his elders would already have a method to help him grow his powers.

Just like mentioned earlier, puberty is the peak time for ability development, so proper guidance was necessary. Those who could grow stronger through self-exploration were the minority.

Yiwen lay on a foam mat, staring at the ceiling and panting.

She’d heard from Old Chen that his father had such talent he could get stronger even while lying down.

Did she inherit none of that damn guy’s talent?

But then how did she manage to slow down time to such a degree when saving Mi Xiaoliu? Slowing hours down to just seconds?

“One last try.”

Yiwen snatched Lu Mingxue’s lab mouse used for training mind-reading and used slow motion on it.

The result was obvious, missing countless shots doesn’t mean the last one will go in just because it’s the last.

Puzzled.

Even more puzzling—after leaving, she somehow got lost again.

Fortunately, she got lost in the right direction, Mi Xiaoliu’s apartment building.

The light in Mi Xiaoliu’s home was on.

This was fate.

Yiwen flew up the stairs.

Damn Mi Xiaoliu—she didn’t show her panties all day.

She better be taking a bath right now.

Unfortunately, when she habitually climbed in through the window, it wasn’t her little brat she saw, but an unfamiliar blonde girl cooking in the kitchen.

Ji Yueqiu was utterly shocked when she saw Yiwen fly in.

She didn’t expect Fanzui City’s reputation to be so well-deserved—just two days in and she’d already run into a fellow professional multiple times.

She was conflicted, but as Mi Xiaoliu’s maid, she had to perform her duty of catching thieves. That kind-hearted girl hadn’t treated her badly.

Tossing away the spatula, she used the smooth floor to slide sideways and grabbed Yiwen’s arm with a quick move—so fast that Yiwen almost didn’t react in time.

But she was no martial arts master; her fighting skills were limited to grabbing hair and arms, and she didn’t even know how to attack the lower body.

Even if she was a bit slow to react, Yiwen still easily fended her off with her ability.

“Damn thief!” shouted Ji Yueqiu.

Then she exploded with even faster speed, aiming to pounce on Yiwen’s back. “Agile” didn’t even begin to describe it.

“Wait, I’m not a thief.”

Yiwen threw her off—without using the new slow-motion technique. She hadn’t tested it on humans yet.

Immediately, Ji Yueqiu got even faster, her movements so fast she left afterimages, making her impossible to catch in the tight space like a slick eel.

Yiwen had said those same words before. Who the hell would believe them?

And sure enough, the next line would be—

“I really am not a thief!” Yiwen crossed her arms to protect her face.

See?

Exactly the same as her own experience before.

Yiwen frowned. Couldn’t this girl listen to an explanation?

Time to use gravity.

Ji Yueqiu lay flat on the ground, her face all scrunched up in discomfort.

Yiwen crouched down and looked at her, easing the pressure.

“I’m here to see Mi Xiaoliu. Do you know her? The guy… girl who used to live here. I’m her friend.”

A friend who might even get married and sleep in the same bed in the future.

“She’s coming home late today. I’m her maid,” Ji Yueqiu calmed down.

Maid?? That meant she couldn’t sneak in and cuddle Mi Xiaoliu anymore?

Yiwen was struck by lightning on a clear day.

She removed the gravity on Ji Yueqiu. Ji Yueqiu dusted herself off and stood up.

“You’re pretty fast. Is your ability superspeed?”

“Just normal acceleration. I can double my movement speed—it just stacks through repeated use, but it’s tiring.”

Ji Yueqiu answered her question—nothing to hide.

Sounded like superspeed in practice, but with clear flaws—it required constant acceleration and started off very slowly.

Yiwen’s eyes lit up.

This was a great idea. Although the abilities were different, could she adapt it for herself?

She’d have to try eventually, right?

“If Mi Xiaoliu’s not home, I’ll head out first.”

Yiwen stepped onto the windowsill.

“I’ll let it slide this time, but don’t sneak around like this again. Don’t you know boys can’t just barge into girls’ homes?”

Ji Yueqiu lectured her seriously, as someone a few years older.

Yiwen felt awkward and quickly flew out.

How embarrassing—getting mistaken for a thief.

It was getting late. Better call a cab.

Word among the cabbies was that there was a white-haired sucker who never noticed detours, so Yiwen never liked taking taxis.

She patted her pockets—and froze.

Her wallet was gone.

Crap!?

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