Chapter 210
by Need_More_SleepChapter 210: A Step Forward
A new semester brings new changes—after summer break, everyone looks different.
Some clearly spent their time at the beach, like Barrett, who seemed to have tanned out her entire skin tone, or Jim, whose face now sported raccoon-like tan lines from his sunglasses.
Then there were those like Lu Mingxue and Mi Xiaoliu, who looked like they hadn’t stepped outside for two months.
The former had genuinely holed up gaming the entire break, while Mi Xiaoliu simply didn’t tan.
Even Yiwen’s complexion had shifted slightly—she hadn’t lazed around all summer.
Just like their first meeting, Yiwen leaned sideways, smiling at Mi Xiaoliu, her face imprinted with all the cheat notes she’d scribbled on her desk last semester.
Her summer training hadn’t been for nothing. While it didn’t expand her ability’s average range, it drastically improved her precision.
Of course, she was nowhere near the testers’ demand for atomic-level control, nor could she effortlessly move stationary objects without affecting gravity like her father. But she could now perform subtle manipulations.
How subtle?
For example—
When Mi Xiaoliu used an eraser to correct a typo, Yiwen made her apply too much force, flinging the eraser away. Then, while Mi Xiaoliu went to pick it up, she tweaked the tension in her underwear until it turned into a thong.
Mi Xiaoliu sat frozen.
Obviously. Yiwen knew exactly how uncomfortable that felt.
Seeing Mi Xiaoliu’s flustered expression filled Yiwen with inexplicable satisfaction.
This was payback for Mi Xiaoliu using her panties to kill someone last time.
How’s that, Mi Xiaoliu? Behold—two months of training!
Sasha had warned Mi Xiaoliu never to act indecently in public.
So Mi Xiaoliu stayed perfectly still, staring at the teacher on the podium.
Her rare attentiveness made Old Gao double-check his appearance—only to realize his fly was down.
“Read the third paragraph,” he said, sitting behind the lectern to discreetly zip up.
Mi Xiaoliu isn’t as hopeless as the math teacher claimed. At least her emotional intelligence is decent.
“Master! Use the bathroom as an excuse to fix it!” Sasha urged.
Mi Xiaoliu obeyed.
“Teacher, I’ll go too,” Yiwen followed.
For boys, group bathroom trips were normal—either to skip class or sneak a smoke.
Old Gao was easy to fool. If it were Fatty, he’d make them go one by one.
Barrett was stunned.
Inside the bathroom, Yiwen scoped it out first.
Perfect. Empty, all stalls open.
Father-in-law might shadow Mi Xiaoliu often, but during school hours, he usually loitered on the sports field, playing mobile games with the security guards.
To avoid gossip when picking Mi Xiaoliu up, the youthful-looking Okulet deliberately dressed like Officer Chen—shirt tucked in, a jingling keychain, leather shoes, and a thermos.
He really looked like school staff.
Most of the time, Okulet gave Mi Xiaoliu plenty of personal space—his abilities and tracking devices made overprotectiveness unnecessary.
Yiwen’s smile slowly morphed into Gloria’s signature grin.
“Heh heh heh.”
She pushed Mi Xiaoliu into the cleanest stall.
“Master! Fight back! Switch to your combat suit and beat her to death!” Sasha was pumped.
Mi Xiaoliu ignored her, silently watching Yiwen.
“Let me help adjust it,” Yiwen said with a wicked smirk.
Mi Xiaoliu refused.
Because Sasha said no.
Yiwen was crushed.
Why is this angel so hard to woo? In dating sims, this archetype is the easiest to romance!
But she wasn’t giving up. She’d come this far.
She slid her hands to Mi Xiaoliu’s waist, thumbs hooking into her waistband, gripping the built-in armor lining. Then—yank—a sharp upward tug.
“Mph.” Mi Xiaoliu bent slightly, pushing Yiwen away.
“This bitch! Master, dunk her head in the toilet and flush!” Sasha was ready to take over.
Though this was revenge for last time’s kick, Yiwen held back—still wary of Mi Xiaoliu suddenly snapping like before.
She braced for retaliation.
Predictably, soft, floppy punches followed.
Meow Meow Fist—learned from Yiwen herself.
Mi Xiaoliu was a quick study.
She’d fused Yiwen’s and Circle (Quanquan)’s techniques into a whole new martial art.
“Okay, okay, I’ll let you get even,” Yiwen laughed, stopping her.
Why does this feel like acting spoiled?
Mi Xiaoliu stopped. Then retaliated properly.
They returned to class together.
Barrett was shocked.
Less than five minutes? That fast?!
This Mi Xiaoliu…
After class, Barrett found a chance to pull Yiwen aside into a corner: “Are you really set on dating him?”
Yiwen frowned. “Don’t bring this up again.”
Barrett waved her hands. “No, that’s not what I mean. If you’re really serious, I once snooped through my brother’s phone and found a recipe he saved… If all else fails, take him to the gym more. Look how scrawny he is—how’s he supposed to protect you? You’re practically a cop—even if you’re not good-looking, at least build some muscle, right?”
“No need. I’ll protect Xiaoliu from now on,” Yiwen said, stepping around Barrett.
Barrett: “…”
Is this girl possessed?
What’s the point of a boyfriend if he can’t protect you or make you feel safe?
To this day, she still couldn’t figure out what charm Mi Xiaoliu had. She couldn’t spot a single redeeming quality—just some harem anime protagonist from the old days.
—
Happy times never last. After school, Yiwen and Mi Xiaoliu, who lived in opposite directions, had to part ways.
Watching the two walk out of the school gates together, Okulet unconsciously inherited Heli’s signature frown.
Heli was busy with research today.
Okulet placed Mi Xiaoliu’s backpack in the bike basket and gestured for her to sit on the electric scooter’s rear seat.
Mi Xiaoliu obeyed, wrapping her arms around his waist.
Heli had said that if she didn’t hold on, she’d fall off—and it would hurt.
Okulet sighed wistfully.
At least one of my two daughters is close to me.
“We might have to go back to our hometown soon,” he said abruptly.
Mi Xiaoliu stayed silent.
“By we, I mean including you. We’ll come back quickly—it won’t take long. This is Heli’s idea too.”
He wasn’t lying.
He’d agreed to Heli’s request to research the “Star.”
He had to retrieve it personally, but leaving Mi Xiaoliu alone here was out of the question.
Mi Xiaoliu still didn’t respond.
“Oh, right.” Okulet pulled out a still-warm grilled sausage from his pocket and handed it to her.
“Eat it while it’s hot.”
He’d lost every match playing mobile games with the security guard all day. The guy refused to accept defeat and challenged him to a 1v1.
The bet wasn’t huge—just a grilled sausage.
BAM!
Then Okulet paid the price for handing something to Mi Xiaoliu while riding.
“Aiyo…”
The guy who got hit groaned theatrically.
Okulet: “…”
Where’s Easter when you need them?
He parked the scooter and got off to check.
Mi Xiaoliu remained seated on the back, silently eating her sausage.
Dias, the victim, squinted up at her.
Even dressed like this, she’s so cute.
I want to share a sausage with her.
“Where are you hurt?” Okulet asked.
“It’s nothing, Uncle. I’m fine,” Dias said, leaning on a nearby car as he struggled to stand, deliberately limping as he supported his bike.
“Let’s go to the hospital,” Okulet offered, helping him up.
“Really, Uncle, it’s fine. I’ve got something urgent—can’t go to the hospital right now.” Dias gently shook off Okulet’s grip.
“Alright then.” Okulet turned to get back on the scooter.
Seeing Okulet actually about to leave, Dias quickly staggered, pretending to nearly collapse.
Okulet had no choice but to return and support him again. “Let’s get you checked at the hospital. You might’ve fractured something.”
“Uncle, I really can’t,” Dias said, feigning urgency. “How about this—let’s exchange QQ contacts. If anything comes up later, I’ll let you know.”
This was a trick his deskmate had taught him—a way to get someone’s contact info even with parents around.
Older people usually used WeChat, not QQ. If the other person said they only had WeChat, he’d claim not to have an account—smoothly steering the conversation toward getting the girl’s contact instead.
His deskmate was truly a playboy in the making. Smooth moves.
Then Okulet handed him his phone to scan the QR code.
It was a QQ account.
A Crown VIP badge glittered so brightly it nearly blinded Dias.
“…”
Whatever. Adding my future father-in-law still counts as progress.
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