Superpowered Love Academy

Tu Mi hesitated for a moment, looked up at Zuo Le's room, and then looked at the twisted cookie in her hand.

"He ate it too, so he should be fine."

The girl, as if she had made some major life decision, put the cookie into her mouth.

No one else could know what this thing tasted like...

But Tu Mi's pale face, which had been pale from making the cookies, was now gradually turning a purplish-brown.

"Well!"

She forced back her gagging and nausea, covering her mouth and trying her best not to vomit at this moment.

But soon, the abdominal cramps and the many negative reactions from the biscuits made it difficult for Tu Mi to continue, and she collapsed with a pained expression.

"poisonous……"

in the room.

Because the attribute boost brought about by banishing the dough was so astonishing, Zuo Le became somewhat obsessed with it for a time.

There's no way around it; his physical condition is completely different now compared to before. It's like he used to be getting glue applied every day, but suddenly he's become so determined that he can't go 10 days without getting glue applied.

He looks very energetic!

The explosive increase in his stats, coupled with the improvement in his injuries, allowed him to get out of bed and move around.

Zuo Le couldn't help but stay in the room a little longer to get used to it, stretching her arms, moving her feet, and feeling the increase in strength and speed.

But when he turned around, he found that more than 10 minutes had passed, and Tu Mi still hadn't come in, which puzzled him.

"Did they leave again?"

Zuo Le thought for a moment, then her expression suddenly changed. Tu Mi was definitely capable of leaving without saying goodbye, but it was clearly more likely that she would stay here.

"Wait, could she have gone to steal something again?"

If she were a normal girl, Zuo Le would naturally not have such thoughts.

But Tu Mi is clearly not a normal person; she is a superhuman.

Aside from the time she choked on her food during their first meeting, Zuo Le never saw any shyness in her.

Even if he gets caught stealing, he'll just say, "You know I'm not very capable," to brush it off.

This is what a god-like person is like...

Zuo Le pushed open the door and went downstairs to look for it.

But when he pushed open the door, he saw Tu Mi lying on the ground, her face pale and her body hunched over like a shrimp.

His long, white hair cascaded to the ground like a waterfall, his forehead and nose were covered in sweat, and his whole body was trembling with some kind of pain.

Zuo Le quickly bent down; he wasn't a god, and he wouldn't joke around with people at a time like this.

But he didn't know what the current situation of Tu Mi was.

Did the illness occur suddenly? Or what?

"Tu Mi? What's going on?"

Tu Mi, lying on the ground, opened her eyes, trying her best to maintain her usual indifferent expression. Then she reached out to Zuo Le and grabbed his collar.

As she grabbed Zuo Le's collar, the girl's other hand wrapped around Zuo Le's neck.

"Ugh, I feel so awful..."

She let out a weak groan, then hugged Zuo Le and buried her head in his neck.

This action startled Zuo Le slightly. He smelled the girl's warm breath, a very pleasant scent...

However, seeing Tu Mi's weak state, Zuo Le didn't have any extra thoughts.

He immediately reached out and picked her up around the waist, carrying her into the room.

Bang!

Zuo Le slammed her foot against the door, placed Tu Mi on the bed, and was about to let go.

But his slight attempt to break free failed; the girl in front of him was holding him very tightly.

"Tu Mi? Let go!"

Tu Mi opened her eyes at this moment, still looking half-dead, but she did not loosen her arms around Zuo Le.

"Now, I have no power to resist you."

Zuo Le's eyebrows were furrowed together:

"What do you mean?"

"I'm very weak right now. If you try to do anything to me later, I won't even be able to resist. So please be gentle."

Tu Mi's voice was still very soft; Zuo Le could even hear her faint breathing as she spoke.

But her outrageous words remain as sharp as ever, making it hard to stay calm.

"You do have a serious illness."

Chapter 13: What's the use of getting stronger?

Zuo Le pulled away from Tu Mi's arm, roughly pressed her onto the bed, and then got up.

As a man, he will naturally have desires and emotional fluctuations. It is normal for him to have a physiological reaction when faced with the embrace of a beautiful, single, and unattractive young woman.

But that doesn't mean he's going to do anything to Tu Mi.

Zuo Le is not stupid.

Tu Mi is clearly not an ordinary person; she has a close relationship with the Lightbearers, who are the ruling class of this world.

Being saved by her and taking her in are all acceptable acts of kindness.

If one day Tu Mi is found and brought back, even if there is no reward, at least she won't be subjected to any unwarranted punishment.

Because, no matter what, those who embody light represent light, justice, and fairness.

But if I really did something to her...

The giant hand of the Lightbringer will most likely descend, and the scene from a novel where a powerful patriarch slaughters an ant is very likely to happen.

What happened to you just now? Did you eat something bad?

Zuo Le straightened her collar, calmed her racing heart and emotions, and changed the subject.

But Tu Mi didn't answer his question immediately. Instead, she grabbed his clothes from behind, and his favorability towards her quietly increased.

Starting from -24, it quietly rose all the way up to -15 before stopping.

Tu Mi clearly had no intention of reflecting on her own behavior; she even tugged at Zuo Le's clothes, bringing her closer to him.

Then he slipped his icy fingers through the gap in his clothes and onto Zuo Le's waist.

"What are you doing?" Zuo Le turned around and grabbed her hand.

"My stomach hurts, let me lean on you for a bit." The girl leaned her head against him again.

"Never mind." Zuo Le raised her hand, then slowly lowered it again.

Seeing that she didn't take any further action, Zuo Le stopped dwelling on the matter.

He refocused his attention on his own stats, and although his personal improvement was enormous, it could be described as a qualitative change.

However, if placed in a place like Mirror Sky Academy, apart from spiritual power, all other attributes would still be at the level of a wild dog.

The three-dimensional standard for a healthy adult male should be attribute 1.0.

Even after undergoing the reinforcement process of the exiled dough, his three dimensions still haven't reached that standard.

Zuo Le wouldn't use lame excuses like "I'm a mage" to justify his weakness. He's weak, and he needs to improve.

Since there are obvious deficiencies in physical fitness, we need to focus on improving them.

He currently possesses the extremely powerful ability of [Void Walk], which allows him to instantly teleport. If combined with sufficiently strong attacks, he will become an almost unstoppable assassin.

Moreover, he now possesses the powerful talent of [False Creator], which is practically the perfect ability to compensate for all the defects in his physical body.

Zuo Le even wondered if he had been too reckless in using the void creation technique.

Three loaves of bread are this good? What if it were three chicken legs? Or even better food?

What will be synthesized then?

"Never mind, we don't know how long the cooldown period for this talent will last. Let's make a training plan first."

With a clear idea in mind, Zuo Le casually picked up a pen and paper from the bedside table.

Start by creating a simple daily training plan for yourself.

His physical requirements are not simply for weightlifting, iron lifting, or lifting heavy weights.

Rather, it's for better coordination, responsiveness, and combat effectiveness.

Therefore, physical training programs revolve around core strength, balance, speed, grip strength, and endurance.

As Zuo Le was writing the training plan, Tu Mi, who was sitting next to him, opened her eyes.

After resting for a while, her complexion improved significantly. Seeing Zuo Le writing, she couldn't resist her curiosity, so she pulled out a pillow and placed it under her, watching Zuo Le write.

"Aren't you a psychic? Why are you practicing this?" Tu Mi asked, her mouth still pressed under the pillow, her voice muffled.

"To become stronger."

What's the use of getting stronger?

Zuo Le glanced at her, her tone laced with sarcasm:

"After becoming stronger, at least I won't have to say things like 'You know I'm not very capable' to everyone I meet!"

Tu Mi knew, of course, that Zuo Le was talking about her, but she wasn't bothered by the pressure at all.

"Heh, vegetables aren't allowed?"

"Once I feel better, I can relax. I need to exercise."

Tu Mi tilted her head to look at him, still not letting go of his hand, but burying her face between his legs and the pillow, continuing to buzz:

"Zuo Le, am I pretty?"

"Hmm, beautiful." Although Zuo Le thought Tu Mi was a bit lucky, she never denied her looks and figure.

Why does everyone dislike me?

dislike?

Not really, but the -75 favorability rating when we first met was indeed a bit outrageous.

Zuo Le didn't know why she suddenly had another episode and was asking such pointless questions.

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and touched Tu Mi's forehead to make sure she didn't have a fever before shaking his head in response:

"I do not have."

This somewhat perfunctory answer, however, made Tu Mi let go of her hand, and even came with a bonus of +1 favorability.

"Humph!"

Zuo Le stood up. He was not familiar with the martial arts cultivation in this world. He only knew that martial arts practitioners were a major branch of the superhuman system in the Dark Ages, and they had their own cultivation methods.

Breathing techniques, body exercises, and qi (vital energy).

However, because of her younger sister Zuo Jingyu, the original owner was very averse to the Martial Arts Academy, so she had no knowledge of it.

Zuo Le felt that he should visit the martial arts academy when he had time, as he might find something useful there. However, for now, it would be better to do some physical training to improve his physical condition.

He did 26 push-ups, 30 squats, and several minutes of animal-like breathing in one go.

Even this simple exercise left him panting heavily.

Zuo Le was very satisfied with his physical condition and stamina. He even felt that if he had been in such good physical condition last night, he would have been able to act more cleanly and efficiently.

During the rest period after physical training, Zuo Le did not rest.

He sat cross-legged on the spot and began normal spiritual meditation, but stopped after only two minutes.

"too slow."