Superpowered Love Academy

"Has anything happened today?"

"What do you mean?" Zuo Le was actually planning to talk about what had just happened.

"casual."

"Lu Chaoxi, the one we met yesterday, came to see me today."

Tu Mi, who was eating, immediately stopped. She stirred her rice with her chopsticks and remained silent for a long time.

"What does she want with you?"

"Tu Qi isn't an ordinary person, is she?"

"..."

Zuo Le originally thought that Tu Mi would ask about her conversation with Lu Chaoxi, but she didn't; she simply continued her previous silence.

Aren't you going to ask?

"What do you want to ask?"

"How I answered her."

Tu Mi took a deep breath, suddenly reverting to her languid posture, and gently shook her head:

"It doesn't matter anymore."

Zuo Le sensed that Tu Mi's interest had suddenly waned. Not understanding why, he explained:

I didn't betray you.

"Oh, thank you."

At this moment, Tu Mi seemed to have lost interest in everything.

She nodded to Zuo Le, then lay down on the bed, turned her back, and curled up into a ball.

"Hey! Tu Mi? Tu Mi!?"

After calling her twice without getting a response, Zuo Le was a little annoyed. She was glad that she had come up with so many ideas to help her, and wondered what illness had struck her this time.

He didn't waste any more time on Tu Mi and went straight into a state of cultivation.

Zuo Le will not let anyone disrupt her rhythm.

He is not some kind of guiding philanthropist, nor does he want to save someone with an avoidant personality.

If you don't want to talk about it, then don't.

Zuo Le maintained his meditative state until evening.

They still slept on the floor as always.

But tonight, Tu Mi did not get out of bed to sit with him.

Even when Zuo Le woke up on Tuesday morning, she still maintained the same posture as yesterday.

That obvious sense of disgust and dejection made Zuo Le lose all desire to talk.

He got up and went straight to class.

After he left, Tu Mi silently turned around, got up, and rummaged through the clothes in the closet.

In the end, she changed into the ill-fitting windbreaker, and put on a hat and mask.

He then took out 100 yuan from some unknown corner, put it in his pocket, and then walked out.

It was drizzling on Tuesday morning.

The pace of the rose is slow and leisurely.

She stretched out her slender fingers and fiddled with the iron railings in the stairwell, not caring that her hands were covered in dust...

When she arrived at the convenience store at the entrance of the dormitory building, Tu Mi thought for a moment, bought three bowls of instant noodles, and then continued on her way.

This time, she walked into the crowd.

Even Tu Mi couldn't understand why everyone disliked her.

Until she saw Zuo Le.

A guy with the ability "Affection" copied his ability and only then did he find out the reason.

Tu Mi stood on the empty playground, opened the wide sleeves of her windbreaker, and spread her arms to embrace the raindrops falling from the sky.

Her gaze swept through the crowd, one, ten, a hundred, she kept checking, trying to find an exception.

But everyone is the same...

Her favorability rating with everyone is -100.

Zuo Le is -5.

Chapter 24 Learning the Art of Murder

Psychic type.

After completing her studies and teaching duties as Shen He, Zuo Le prepared to begin her cultivation.

Friday was the date I had arranged with the bartender, Fatty.

In the next few days, he must improve his actual combat capabilities as soon as possible.

There are many ways to improve actual combat effectiveness, including basic physical fitness, enemy intelligence, combat skills, and equipment.

Improving basic skills requires long-term persistence and practice.

They had absolutely no connections or intelligence networks.

That leaves only combat skills and equipment as options.

He currently has very little equipment, only a file-bladed dagger and a revolver with two bullets left, the model of which is unknown.

Now that I have 10,000 yuan given to me by Lu Chaoxi, it would be even better if I could replenish the bullets for my pistol and buy some throwables or combat tools.

Regarding melee weapons, although the dagger given to him by his adoptive father, Zuo Zhengming, is of great sentimental value.

However, Zuo Le still felt that he should switch to a sharper dagger to ensure his attack power.

Why must we switch to a dagger...?

The reason is simple: daggers are the lightest, fastest, and most agile weapons, making them the quickest to strike.

With the enhancement of his ability to walk in the void, Zuo Le's melee attack range is fixed at 10 meters.

The saying "an inch longer, an inch stronger" does not apply to him.

For him, the difference in attack distance between a dagger and a short sword was only 10.2 meters and 10.4 meters, which was negligible.

The short sword was eliminated by Zuo Le because its weight and maneuverability were inferior to the dagger.

As for combat skills...

"Never mind, I'll go see Teacher Meng today."

Zuo Le walked towards the Martial Arts Academy, but paused for a moment when he passed the cafeteria.

He glanced at the food window, thought of Tu Mi, but then shook his head:

"She's not a child."

After leaving the cafeteria, Zuo Le went directly to the annex building of the Martial Arts Academy.

Old Man Meng, who did not give public lectures, was practicing a set of sword techniques in the courtyard. Noticing Zuo Le's arrival, he gradually stopped and slowed down his movements until he came to a complete stop.

"Teacher Meng." Zuo Le bowed slightly.

Old Man Meng stopped what he was doing and scrutinized Zuo Le for a long time.

After a while, Zuo Le began to sense that something was amiss, and the old man suddenly spoke:

"It seems you've gained something since you went back."

"This is all thanks to Teacher Meng's guidance, which saved me from taking many detours," Zuo Le said, bowing in gratitude.

"You are indeed very smart, but I still don't like people like you." Old Man Meng was very straightforward; he had disliked people like Zuo Le from the very beginning.

Deception for the sake of achieving one's goals, so-called sincerity, is merely a means to gain power; such a character does not possess the potential of a Light Bearer.

But Old Man Meng felt that Zuo Le was special; he was full of the sense of urgency that only the older generation had.

It would be a real shame not to teach him.

"I know that Teacher Meng doesn't like me, but it doesn't matter, I am sincerely eager to learn."

"Hmph, you've already mastered your own turbulent breathing technique, what else do you need to learn?"

Look, this is the charm of the older generation of light-bearers.

Although they were a bit rigid, they followed the Three Commandments of Eternity and upheld the rites of inheritance. Their greatness needs no further explanation.

Zuo Le pursed her lips...

You shouldn't laugh out loud when you're asking someone to teach you something; that's impolite.

"Teacher Meng, I would like to learn some techniques related to close combat and assassination."

"I wouldn't even bother with close combat, but what the hell is this close-quarters assassination? What are you trying to do?"

"For self-defense," Zuo Le said truthfully.

He wasn't lying about that reason...

Old Man Meng's willow-leaf-like white eyebrows furrowed as he slowly extended his hand towards Zuo Le:

"Come on, lend a hand."

Upon hearing this, Zuo Le immediately placed his hand on hers.

Before he could even touch him, Old Man Meng's hand darted over like a nimble snake and landed on his forearm.

Zuo Le had already clearly felt the touch of the body, and the hair on his arm began to tingle.

So fast!

He immediately became alert and turned around to grab it from the other side.

But Old Man Meng reacted even faster, or rather, he had anticipated Zuo Le's prediction.

With a swift movement, he pinned Zuo Le to the sand, sending him sprawling face-first into the dirt.

"Teacher Meng, you're amazing." Zuo Le spat out the sand in his mouth.

"Aren't you a psychic student? Why have you studied martial arts?" Old Man Meng asked in surprise.

I learned it when I was in my hometown.

Zuo Le was not lying; he did indeed learn it in his hometown. As for where his hometown was, that's none of your business.

Old Man Meng looked at him suspiciously for a while, but couldn't sense any deception, and gently shook his head:

"You want to learn the attacks of superhumans?"

Zuo Le's eyes lit up. Old Man Meng really understood him; this was his purpose in coming.

His primary profession is that of a psychic, or more bluntly, a summoner and magic user.

As a psychic, he lacked substantial means of attack from a supernatural being.

Fighting is merely a physical skill for ordinary people, but as a means of killing, it is almost inefficient.

The most obvious comparison is the difference between hand-to-hand combat and a handgun.

The people I met at the Egret Bar, apart from Zhuo Ken and the bartender Fei, were all ordinary people, and I could handle them with a dagger.

But what if we encounter other types of superhumans, or even martial artists, next time?

If a level 1 martial artist gathers qi for defense and holds a small dagger, can they break through the opponent's protective qi?

Even if Voidwalking allows for teleportation and dashes, it's meaningless if it can't break through defenses.

Therefore, he needs a more direct and powerful means of attack.

"Yes, teacher."

Upon seeing Zuo Le admit it, Old Man Meng frowned deeply.