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"Please come in." Lin Yu opened the door and stepped aside to let them in first.

The three entered one by one and found that although the place was quite small, it was clean and tidy, showing that the owner took good care of it.

After changing into slippers, Lu Zhao sat down on the sofa, staring blankly at the not-so-large television in front of him.

This design... has a style reminiscent of old TVs from the 90s, instantly transporting her back to her childhood.

"Ah, I don't usually watch TV, so I didn't change it." Lin Yu closed the door and subconsciously explained when he saw the three of them crammed together on the only sofa in the living room.

Messiah quickly said, "It's alright, it's alright, we won't look! Just tell us the Wi-Fi password!"

"It's my birthday." She said as she walked to the refrigerator next to the TV, opened the door, and took out some food and drinks. "There's not enough time, so can I make you some wontons and some other dishes?"

"No problem, as long as there's food, it's fine." Xia Zhifei said with a smile, not forgetting to tease the person next to her, "It's better than not eating at all."

Watching Lin Yu walk into the kitchen, Lu Zhao slowly took out his phone and stared blankly at the Wi-Fi name displayed on it.

It's Lin Yu's birthday...

She seemed to remember something, yet she also seemed to remember nothing at all.

"What's her birthday?" Xia Zhifei asked while drinking her iced cola. She was the person here who knew the least about Lin Yu. Of the other two, one was Lin Yu's high school classmate, and the other was Lin Yu's best friend from her time at the Spirit Management Bureau.

Messiah stroked his chin and tried to recall for a while before reciting a string of numbers.

July 8th... She was born in July.

Lu Zhao subconsciously gripped his phone tighter, a few fragmented thoughts flashing through his mind.

"Hey, Lin Yu, happy birthday!" In the video, the girl, who was still tall even in her school uniform, spoke confidently. Although she had some baby fat, she already possessed a touch of heroism.

Standing in front of her was indeed a relatively thin girl whose eyes were covered by thick bangs.

"...Who said today is my birthday?" The girl gripped her backpack strap tightly and walked past her toward the school gate.

Xiao Luzhao quickly stopped the other person, proudly raising his head, "I saw it when I was helping the teacher fill out a form, and your basic information is now all in my head!"

As she spoke, she began to recite, shaking her head, "Lin Yu, sixteen years old, weighs 40 kilograms, birthday July 8th... Tsk, you're too light, you need to eat more, hey, don't go!"

Not only did they memorize it, but they even included comments.

Lu Zhao couldn't help but chuckle, but considering that there were two other people sitting next to her, she decided to hold back.

In his memory, "he" had been clinging to that girl all the way to the crossroads.

“Your home seems to be quite far away…” Xiao Lu Zhao frowned and glanced at the bus heading towards the suburbs.

Kobayashi Yu snorted lightly, "If you don't want to, you don't have to come with me."

"Who said that! Today is your birthday, and we agreed to celebrate at your house!" Xiao Luzhao's eyes widened.

"...I never made such an agreement with you."

"Hey, I don't care! I'm going to your house! Lin Yu, you can't go back on your word!"

It has to be said that Lu Zhao, at this age, is quite skilled at acting cute. With just a few words, she got Lin Yu to agree to take her home.

But... why didn't I go in the end?

She frowned, but before she could remember, Lin Yu, who was in the kitchen, came out with several bowls of steaming wontons. "Ten for each person, more if not enough."

"Thank you for the meal!" Messiah and Xia Zhifei exchanged a glance, and the two, who were starving, quickly picked up their soup bowls and began to eat.

Only Lu Zhao was staring blankly at the bowl.

She blinked and finally remembered that in that memory, "she" was just about to go to Lin Yu's house when her parents picked her up in a car and took her out for a big meal.

Lin Yu was left alone in the same spot.

Only she remained.

Chapter 41 On the Various Applications of White Flame

"Ah Zhao, Ah Zhao!"

She snapped out of her daze and looked up blankly at the people around her.

"Why are you spacing out again? Is there something wrong with your memory again? Does your head hurt?" Xia Zhifei asked her three questions with concern.

Lu Zhao subconsciously touched the back of his head. "It's alright, I should be fine."

As she spoke, she picked up the soup bowl in front of her, scooped up a small wonton, took a bite, and felt the aroma rush to the top of her head. She looked up at Lin Yu and praised, "It tastes good."

Lin Yu remained calm: "I know."

You seem quite confident.

Lu Zhao was speechless at her unpredictable answer and could only obediently continue eating.

……

After lunch, everyone should have gone home, but Lu Zhao's sense of urgency made her unable to stay in bed for half a month and then go home to continue lying around like a corpse. So she sent Messiah and Xia Zhifei back together, and went to the Bureau of Spirits Management again.

She could study the data at home; it didn't feel safe to look at it in the bureau. Her goal today was to use the simulated environment of the second floor, which was over a thousand square meters, to familiarize herself with Bai Yan.

Although lying in bed for half a month did relax her body and mind a lot, she asked herself honestly, if it had been the original owner of this body, she probably wouldn't have suffered such serious injuries.

Previously, she could fool others by saying that she had injured her shoulder and was momentarily careless, but if her abilities continued to recover to the original level over time, it would arouse suspicion from those around her.

Returning to the Spirit Management Bureau with practiced ease, Lu Zhao didn't rush to activate his mimicry. Instead, he walked around the entire second floor for a while, making sure no one was there. Then, he found a spot where the surveillance cameras wouldn't be able to see him properly before officially starting his training.

The simulated environment was adjusted to be the most suitable volcano for fire-type abilities. Flames soared around, hot smoke filled the air, and lava slowly flowed down to the sea at the foot of the mountain. Even the ceiling was covered with fire clouds, making people feel as if they were really next to a volcano.

As the surrounding temperature gradually rose, Lu Zhao felt as if something inside his body was boiling.

It wasn't heat; possessing white flames, she wouldn't be affected by any high temperatures. Instead, it was a surge of emotion from the depths of her heart.

She took a deep breath, no longer suppressing her feelings, and slowly released a white flame from behind her.

She had previously researched online that the temperature of a flame determines its color, with white flames being around 4,000 degrees Celsius.

What does 4,000 degrees mean?

The most heat-resistant material in the world is hafnium alloy, which has a melting point of 4215 degrees Celsius under standard atmospheric pressure, and her white flame can easily melt it under normal conditions.

This is just the average temperature she can reach when she is not out of control. If she uses her full power, the color of the flames can reach blue or even purple, which translates to a temperature of six or seven thousand degrees or more.

A single person possessing the power to unleash a force comparable to the surface temperature of the sun would terrify anyone.

Struggling to suppress the release of energy from the white flames, Lu Zhao breathed deeply into the scorching air around him, carefully controlling the white flames to change shape.

Normally, she can control the temperature of the white flame at will, within any temperature range below 4,000 degrees Celsius. For example, when she went to catch the little boy in the supermarket last time, she deliberately controlled the temperature.

Otherwise, let alone making contact, simply getting too close to the other person would burn them to ashes.

"Can it only be suppressed to around 30 degrees Celsius?"

She raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, then frowned, her fingers manipulating the flame in front of her, which had been shaped into a longsword.

After all, in that world, people have a deep affection for the chivalrous world of swords and chivalry, so she simply sculpted Bai Yan into this form.

He gently gripped the hilt with his right hand, and the flames around the blade vanished the instant he touched it, leaving only a three-foot-long, entirely black sword. Unlike other weapons, however, its body was not made of metal, but rather of flames that had been deliberately suppressed.

However, Lu Zhao was still very dissatisfied.

In her memory, the original owner could even control the temperature to below minus ten degrees Celsius, directly turning fire into ice. She didn't know how this person could do such a physics-defying operation.

Controlling the temperature alone has already taken up a lot of her energy, and if there is any battle in the future, she will not be able to concentrate at all.

Moreover, there's another problem: her previous battles relied entirely on instinct. While this might be effective against random passersby, it won't be enough to directly confront the villainous organization later on.

Unable to suppress a sigh, Lu Zhao casually swung the black sword in his hand, which, while making a whooshing sound, turned into scattered sparks and returned to his body.

Combat skills are something that need to be trained gradually. Since she has time now, she might as well create something else for future use.

While I may not be as good as the original owner in other aspects, my imagination is definitely stronger. All those anime and novels I've read weren't for nothing.

"Instantly firing two or three bombs is possible; let's call them Explosive Flame Bombs."

No sooner had he finished speaking than several loud explosions rang out in the air.

Lu Zhao calmly erected a semi-circular flame barrier to envelop himself. Only after the blast in the air gradually subsided did he slowly open it and continue experimenting with the next thing.

"Range attacks, melee attacks, even protective barriers—all that's missing is an area-of-effect attack..."

Looking up at the simulated sky filled with black smoke, Lu Zhao blinked, and with a thought, countless fireballs fell from it, exploding the moment they hit the barrier that had been set up in advance on the ground. The impact almost burned the barrier of the same origin to ashes.

A group attack skill, Blazing Fire Burns the Sky.

Finally, all that's missing is an escape skill.

"Wind and Fire Wheels?"

Looking at the two fiery wheels in front of him with disdain, Lu Zhao felt something was off. Nezha had a lotus body and rode on two fiery wheels, flying around in the Shang Dynasty, which didn't seem out of place at all.

It's better not to make your own copy too outrageous.

The wheels kept changing, from skateboards to bicycles, then to electric scooters, and even magic carpets and brooms were tried, but no matter how you looked at it, Lu Zhao felt it was very out of place.

When it really comes down to escaping for her life, sitting on a flaming broom or something is just too ridiculous. She's not Harry Potter.

In this near-future worldview, we still need to come up with something that fits the spirit of the times.

Thinking of this, her eyes suddenly lit up.

Chapter 42 Lu Zhao's Wavering

However, before Lu Zhao could test his idea, he heard a sound coming from the elevator – someone was coming.

She quickly shut down the simulated environment, ran a few steps to the tea room, found a seat, and pretended to be enjoying a peaceful moment while drinking tea.

A short while later, a noisy commotion came from the elevator entrance.

Looking back, I realized that several unfamiliar men and women were walking towards me, chatting and laughing.

There were only four of them in the first team, and I had already met them all, so these people must be the remaining members of the second team.

They're a group of NPCs who aren't romanceable characters, so there's nothing worth interacting with them. Besides, the original owner of this body beat them up, so it's best to avoid them.

Lu Zhao immediately put down his teacup and was about to get up and leave when he noticed that the group of people had also noticed him. They stopped talking and walked towards him at the same time.

Oh wow.

A bitter feeling welled up inside her; this was clearly a prelude to causing trouble.