A Scientific Urban Detective.

Chapter 762 Let's Change Our Image

“Nameless senior… hiss…” Misaka Mikoto ran up excitedly, but then she got goosebumps and rubbed her arm, looking around involuntarily.

“Misaka-san,” the girl who came with her immediately reached out and took the flyers from Misaka Mikoto’s hand, “I’ll take these.”

"Oh, thank you." Misaka Mikoto nodded quickly.

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone around, Misaka Mikoto pushed her wheelchair and quickly left the area.

"This is really strange. What exactly happened?"

In a secluded, deserted corner, Misaka Mikoto gripped the handlebars of her wheelchair, still somewhat shaken.

"The atmosphere around me is strange today. I feel like I'm being watched secretly."

“It wasn’t secretly watching,” Lin Wuming shook his head and smiled wryly, “it was blatantly watching, wasn’t it?”

Unlike Misaka Mikoto, who was blinded by her own involvement, Lin Wuming, as a guest, saw things much more clearly.

Sure enough, even rich heiresses enjoy gossip.

It seems they see themselves and Misaka Mikoto as a scene from a real-life drama...

Upon hearing Lin Wuming's explanation, Misaka Mikoto's expression immediately became subtle.

"How could this be? I knew everyone's been acting a bit strange these past few days..." Misaka Mikoto muttered to herself, "While I'm grateful for their support, it's really a headache to be watched like this no matter where I go!"

Misaka Mikoto had originally planned to take this opportunity to show the nameless senior around, since this was, after all, her home turf.

Who would have thought it would turn out like this—on this rare open day, we can only hide in this remote and deserted corner to avoid being found by overly enthusiastic "spectators".

"Ah, found them, they're here!"

Suddenly, a head popped out at the end of the corridor, followed by a girl's cheers.

Misaka Mikoto tensed up for a moment after recognizing the owner of the voice and face, but immediately relaxed.

"Saten Ruiko-san... keep your voice down, it'll be troublesome if you attract other people's attention," Misaka Mikoto quickly said.

"It must have been tough—playing hide-and-seek with everyone," Saten Ruiko teased with a smile.

He then greeted Lin Wuming: "Good morning, Senior Wuming!"

"So this is how it turned out?" Appearing alongside Saten Ruiko were Shirai Kuroko and Uiharu Kazari.

“I reminded you, Onee-sama, a few days ago,” Shirai Kuroko said.

"Who knew it would turn out like this!" Misaka Mikoto said. "I just thought everyone was very enthusiastic and I was excited because I thought it was a summer festival."

"They're probably excited because of today's event," Shirai Kuroko calmly remarked, "except that what excites them is that there's a special program they can watch live."

"Kuroko, please stop teasing me now," Misaka Mikoto said helplessly. "I really have a headache right now."

"I'm sorry." Shirai Kuroko immediately bowed her head and apologized.

Saten Ruiko said with great interest, "The Nameless Senior is truly a living legend. He can become the center of attention wherever he goes."

"I'd rather not have this passive effect," Lin Wuming complained. Shirai Kuroko suddenly said, "When Shokuhou and Hufeng-senpai arrive, they'll definitely cause an even bigger commotion! We have to find a way to deal with it!"

"Eh~ They really are coming after all," Misaka Mikoto sighed.

“How about… we try to disguise ourselves?” Saten Ruiko suggested. “As long as we don’t get recognized, we won’t attract a crowd.”

Lin Wuming and Misaka Mikoto exchanged a glance, then nodded together.

“Great idea! This is the only way to have the best of both worlds: to visit the Summer Festival without attracting crowds!” Misaka Mikoto said. “Besides, it’s easy for Mumei-senpai to change her image.”

As long as you get rid of the wheelchair, you can stand up and walk on your own two feet.

Normally, people who are not very familiar with Lin Wuming would hardly recognize him.

"Hmm...it's really hard to imagine what it would be like for Nameless Senior to stand up." Saten Ruiko pinched her chin, carefully examining Lin Nameless.

“But that’s still not foolproof,” said Haru Shiori. “If we just leave the wheelchair, we might still be recognized. It would be best to change our clothes as well.”

But this is a problem, because Lin Wuming's wheelchair did not carry any change of clothes.

And since this is a girls' dormitory, it would be almost impossible to find suitable clothes for Lin Wuming to change into.

However, Misaka Mikoto was confident: "It's okay, I remember the drama club has men's clothing, I can just borrow one from them."

"Kuroko!" Misaka Mikoto grabbed Shirai Kuroko's hand. "Please, you're the fastest and you're the most stealthy, so you won't be discovered. Could you please go to the drama club's room and borrow their largest size men's clothing?"

Shirai Kuroko, of course, did not refuse.

Then, Misaka Mikoto carefully avoided people's sight and led Lin Wuming to her dormitory.

According to their plan, Lin Wuming would change clothes here, leave his wheelchair in the room, and go out as an ordinary tourist.

After drawing the curtains and peering through the crack in the door for a moment to make sure no one had seen her, Misaka Mikoto finally felt relieved.

With a long sigh of relief, Misaka Mikoto returned to her bedside and sat down.

Then it dawned on me—this seemed to be the first time, right? I had actually brought Wuming into my room…

Fortunately, this was a dormitory shared with Shirai Kuroko, so strictly speaking, it couldn't be considered her private room.

Moreover, Haruharu Kazari and Saten Ruiko accompanied them in.

This relieved Misaka Mikoto's tension considerably, preventing her from tensing up to the point of breaking. Therefore, she tried her best to ignore Lin Wuming's special abilities and treated him as an ordinary guest.

"Drinks, drinks... Ah, sorry, we're all gone..." Misaka Mikoto had intended to offer her guests a little something, but when she opened the refrigerator, she found it completely empty. "I've been a bit busy lately..."

This is no exaggeration. In preparation for the summer festival, all the students in the Seventh School District dormitory were mobilized. They had to make exhibits, decorate their rooms, and undergo "maid training." They were even busier than during regular classes, and there was simply no time or mood to manage the small refrigerators in their dormitories.

“It’s alright,” Saten Ruiko said. “I noticed the restaurants here were open when I came. We can just go there for drinks later.”

Saten Ruiko looked excited, seemingly having long anticipated the high-class cuisine at Tokiwadai.

(End of this chapter)