Chapter 168
by Need_More_SleepChapter 168: This Child Is Frightening To Such An Extent
The class group chat…
Yiwen clicked on QQ to switch accounts, hesitating for a long time before ultimately deciding not to log back in.
These past two days, both her mom and Toby had been catching up with old friends, but she—the one most directly involved—just couldn’t get past this hurdle.
Truth be told, she had never had any particularly close friends who were unforgettable. As a superhuman, there had always been an innate gap between her and ordinary people.
Although middle school was the peak of the Chuunibyou phase, teenagers didn’t particularly revere those with superpowers. Most Chuunibyou types harbored a “I’m number one, heaven is number two” mentality, so others having superpowers would only make them jealous and resentful instead.
The psychological stages of many ordinary people went like this: as kids, they saw superhumans as villains, in middle school, to prove how awesome they were, they either wanted to pick fights with superhumans or idolized them, in high school and college, they began to feel sympathy for them, and after graduation, they grew concerned about the dangers superhumans posed and the salaries of superhuman-specific professions.
“Xiaoliu, did you have any close classmates back in the Fallen City?” Yiwen asked curiously.
Come to think of it, Mi Xiaoliu had never spoken about his past.
Mi Xiaoliu didn’t answer, quietly sitting on the sofa watching cartoons.
“Still can’t remember anything from before?”
Yiwen was a little disappointed. After interlacing her fingers in thought, she kicked off her slippers and placed her feet on top of Mi Xiaoliu’s, then leaned in close with a smile.
“Speaking of which, that boy from yesterday seemed to like me.”
Her tone carried a hint of pride—being secretly admired was proof that her charm was recognized.
Mi Xiaoliu turned to look at her.
“Any thoughts? Another boy likes me, you know.” Yiwen wiggled her toes mischievously. Today, she had deliberately worn white knee-high socks.
The summer version was made of thin, gauzy material, almost like sheer stockings. But they had an advantage over regular stockings—the edges squeezed into the flesh of her thighs, subtly accentuating their plumpness, making it hard to resist the urge to test their softness with one’s own hands.
After wearing them for a while, the faint outline of her toes could be seen through the fabric, earning them the title of “food-grade” among boys.
With such a pretty face, it’d be a waste not to dress up and tease others a little.
Changing her outfit every day was Yiwen’s summer plan for herself.
Then, Yiwen suddenly noticed that Mi Xiaoliu’s feet were even smaller than hers.
Silently, she slipped her shoes back on, feeling an inexplicable sense of shame.
This shouldn’t be happening—even Toby’s feet were bigger than hers now.
“I like Yiwen too,” Mi Xiaoliu replied.
Yiwen was nice to her and gave her delicious food.
“…Huh? Oh… well, I like Xiaoliu too.” Yiwen turned away, blushing.
Why so direct? Couldn’t she be a little more subtle? She hadn’t even finished molding Mi Xiaoliu into a proper handsome guy yet—was this really okay?
Whatever. She’d take it slow.
“Does that mean we’re dating now?” Yiwen ventured.
She was no expert in romance—even a simple conversation felt like a high-stakes battle to her.
“Dating?” Mi Xiaoliu looked puzzled.
“Master, don’t agree to this!” Sasha gritted her teeth.
This little white-haired brat really had no sense of propriety!
“Seems like you’ve been thinking about it for a while, so I guess we’re officially dating now.” Yiwen struck first, leaving no room for refusal.
“Okay.” Mi Xiaoliu nodded and went back to watching cartoons.
“Master!! You’re both girls!” Sasha wailed in despair.
“Now, for the first order of business as a couple. Here, Xiaoliu, let me do the gacha for you.” Yiwen grinned mischievously and held out her hand for Mi Xiaoliu’s phone.
She was referring to a newly released gacha game, different from the usual ones in that it had multiplayer features.
Mi Xiaoliu was a peculiar boy—he only played multiplayer games, and only when someone else invited him to. Otherwise, he rarely even touched his phone.
Obediently, Mi Xiaoliu handed her the phone.
Yiwen deftly unlocked it with the password, rubbed her unwashed hands together, and without mercy, spent all the gacha tickets Mi Xiaoliu had saved up over the past week on a ten-pull.
Gold card, gold card, gold card…
A single ten-pull yielded three 5-star gold cards. Yiwen sucked in a sharp breath.
This… this couldn’t be right. According to the Law of Conservation of Luck, since she had pulled the Red Prince last time, she was doomed to be cursed with bad gacha luck for at least the next two months.
Yiwen took out her own phone, logged into her account, and did a ten-pull.
One pity pull, plus a pile of garbage.
She then switched back to Mi Xiaoliu’s account and pulled again.
Gold card, gold card, gold card…
Back to her own account.
Pity pull, plus more garbage.
“……”
Yiwen took a deep breath and decisively uninstalled the game from both their phones. “This game isn’t fun. Let’s not play it anymore.”
This time, however, Mi Xiaoliu didn’t comply. She took her phone back and, right in front of Yiwen, reinstalled the game.
She thought it was fun.
The gacha pulls gave her a feeling similar to searching through memories, and best of all, it didn’t cost any money.
Yiwen turned away in a huff, lying sideways on the sofa with her back to Mi Xiaoliu. “Fine, keep playing that game then. I’ll go play something else with that Enoch guy—without you.”
“Deleted.” Mi Xiaoliu immediately canceled the download progress.
The words “without you” had successfully threatened her.
“Hmph.” Yiwen let out a haughty snort, still refusing to look at her.
“Here, look.” Mi Xiaoliu handed her the phone.
“Not looking.”
Yiwen was secretly pleased.
This was how it should be—being coaxed and pampered.
—
Nighttime.
Back when Yiwen had first tricked Mi Xiaoliu into coming with her, she had promised that Sunshine City had all kinds of delicious food waiting for her to try.
Though Yiwen hadn’t felt much like going out since arriving in the city, a promise was a promise—she couldn’t let Mi Xiaoliu down.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to use this trick to lure her in the future.
Yiwen still remembered how she used to love milk tea, but ever since she stopped updating her social media, she had started to feel like milk tea wasn’t actually that great.
“Hey, isn’t that Jingyin…?”
“It really is her.”
People on the street whispered—loudly enough for Yiwen to hear.
Some sounded excited, others disdainful.
Not everyone knew she had been “cleared of wrongdoing.” After all, the algorithm only fed people content they were interested in.
Some might see “So-and-so’s livestream scandal” on their homepage, while others might never come across “So-and-so was wronged for years.”
That was why half-informed bystanders’ comments were often the most infuriating. The most Yiwen could do was ignore them and avoid cameras she didn’t like.
Now she understood why some celebrities hated being secretly photographed so much.
Subtly, Yiwen shifted to block Mi Xiaoliu from view.
Mi Xiaoliu was already doing so well—she didn’t need the filth of the internet tainting her.
“Here.” Mi Xiaoliu reached out from under Yiwen’s arm and handed her a medical mask.
So thoughtful.
“Thanks.”
Mi Xiaoliu’s adoptive mother was a doctor, so Yiwen wasn’t surprised that she carried masks around.
Wearing a medical mask on the streets of Sunshine City was a little weird, but better than nothing.
The only thing Yiwen didn’t understand was why the mask smelled like fried chicken.
After sniffing it carefully, she decided not to take it off.
She took Mi Xiaoliu around to many places—Sunshine City’s bustling evening streets were truly incomparable to a dump like Fanzui City. In Fanzui City, the streets were practically empty by 9:00 PM—that was when the criminals started their “work.”
In just half an hour, Yiwen had passed by countless cameras, most of which weren’t aimed at her intentionally but were part of livestreams or vlogs.
But the more she walked, the more she moved, the more she had to bend down to tie her shoelaces—and eventually, she encountered a problem unique to girls.
Her panties had wedged themselves into her butt crack, turning into an impromptu thong.
Yiwen rubbed her thighs together uncomfortably. “Xiaoliu, can you wait for me for a second? I need to use the restroom.”
“Mmm.”
Mi Xiaoliu obediently sat on a nearby flower bed, waiting quietly—not even touching her phone.
“Bang!”
A sudden explosion-like sound came from somewhere, instantly drawing the attention of everyone on the street.
It was a public surveillance camera—seemingly untouched by any external force—that had abruptly blown up. Maybe it was due to old age and disrepair, or perhaps something else? Or… could it have been the work of Tian Xing Dao?
Sunshine City did have members of Tian Xing Dao, though they weren’t as rampant or numerous as in Fanzui City. Here, they were as inconspicuous as any ordinary street gang.
At most, someone called the fire department, but it didn’t cause much of a stir. In Sunshine City, everyone was practically a walking surveillance camera—losing one wasn’t a big deal.
But from Mi Xiaoliu’s position, if she looked closely, she could see a window cleaner floating mid-air behind the exploded camera, grinning right at her.
She wasn’t the only one who saw him—but she was the only one who noticed something off about him.
He was the man who had been with the Red Prince.
Once he realized Mi Xiaoliu had spotted him, he waved at her, signaling for her to follow. Then, without hesitation, he dropped his mop and flew sideways.
He had checked Mi Xiaoliu’s records and knew she had LV4 physical capabilities.
Mi Xiaoliu immediately gave chase. Without transforming in public, simply running to the base of the building was exhausting enough—there was no way she could keep up.
But then, to her surprise, the man circled the building and flew back, staring at her with genuine shock.
His expression seemed to say:
“This child is terrifying to such an extent—to effortlessly cut me off in advance!”
Seeing such familiar behavior, Sasha seemed to realize something.
She recalled how the little white-haired brat had tricked her master into “dating” her earlier that day.
Rage surged from her heart, malice boiling in her veins.
“Master! Look at this bastard—daring to come back and taunt us like this! If we don’t beat him up now, it’d be an insult!”
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