Superpowered Love Academy

Zuo Le wanted to answer yes, but also didn't really want to, and for a moment she was speechless.

Whether impatient for an answer or unwilling to hear one, Tu Mi spoke first:

"I've never dared to say with confidence that I've ever possessed anything..."

"Why are you suddenly so sentimental?" Zuo Le looked up.

"I didn't even dare to smile bitterly anymore, for fear that the Holy Light would think I was unconvinced and overly sentimental?"

"Feeling so bad?" Zuo Le tried to lighten the mood with a teasing tone, which is what he usually does.

Tu Mi narrowed her beautiful eyes and spoke in a calm tone:

"I already feel terrible. I feel like being a Lightbringer is not as good as finding an honest man to marry, having a child, and cooking."

"Is this considered a life goal?" Zuo Le turned her head away.

"I guess so. What about you? Do you have any life goals?"

Zuo Le thought for a moment, then shook his head:

"Life goals are always changing."

Indeed, you and I are but a page in a story.

Chapter 30 The Divine Artifact Shrouded in Darkness

That night, Zuo Le didn't sleep very well.

He didn't like hearing others say those sentimental things about life, nor did he like it when Tu Mi said them, but he himself occasionally liked to say them.

That's human nature; people are inherently hypocritical.

Throughout the night, Zuo Le had a feeling that the last bloom of spring was about to fade away, so she woke up many times during the night.

Until the next morning.

When Zuo Le touched the girl beside him and felt her presence, he felt inexplicably at ease.

Get up and get dressed.

This morning, Zuo Le stayed in the room a little longer, while Tu Mi sat on the bed, propping herself up on her arms.

Just like she said last night, the buttons on men's shirts are too big, and it will expose women when they wear them.

Seeing that Zuo Le was staring at her, Tu Mi slightly raised her head:

"Still looking?"

"I'm not watching anymore, I'm leaving."

"Remember to bring your own lunch."

"Row."

Zuo Le smiled, picked up her textbook, and walked outside.

The next two days were peaceful.

He attended classes as usual, and when he came back at noon, he would bring food to Tu Mi. The two of them would eat together, cultivate together, and sleep together.

No one mentioned the conversation that night, as if nothing had happened.

They would huddle together, creating a touch of warmth amidst the stiff and awkward atmosphere.

Then they pushed each other away, clearly disgusted with each other.

Until Friday morning...

After Zuo Le left, Tu Mi still habitually maintained the half-sitting posture with her hands supporting her body.

She lingered on the small bed for a long time before taking off Zuo Le's shirt and walking into the bathroom half-naked.

Tu Mi paused when she saw Zuo Le's change of clothes beside her.

Suddenly, he picked up a t-shirt, quietly raised it, buried his face in it, and took a deep breath.

"Tch!~"

She curled her lip in disdain, put down the shirt, and changed into the skirt she had worn at the beginning.

She then skillfully took out paper and pen from the cabinet on the left, the pen tip making a scratching sound, and left behind a passage of fairly neat handwriting.

After all, he grew up in a church, so it's unlikely that his handwriting is so bad.

Then, Tu Mi took out something slightly strange from her pocket, something that looked like a handle, and placed it next to the letter.

Squeak!

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and two men and a woman stood in Zuo Le's doorway.

The woman in the middle was wearing a white robe with gold thread, and behind her were two people wearing black and white striped helmets and short sleeves. Their only thing in common was that they were both wearing masks.

Any student from Mirror Sky Academy could recognize these people.

The bearer of light!

The woman in the lead waved her hand, and the two church knights with half-sleeved robes immediately withdrew, leaving the two of them alone.

The priestess glanced at Tu Mi, then at the note and belongings she had left behind, and spoke in a slightly androgynous voice from behind her mask:

"Is this a friend you made in the last few days?"

"No." Tu Mi shook her head.

"I thought you would make a new friend," the priestess said with a hint of regret.

"Teacher, don't use that disgusting tone." Tu Mi's tone was filled with disgust.

Why not say goodbye to him properly?

Tu Mi tied up her disheveled but still smooth hair and looked at the priestess:

"When two wounded people lean on each other to heal, their flesh and blood tend to grow together. But if either of them wants to separate, both of them will have to endure the pain of their flesh being torn apart."

Are you leaving?

"Well, let's go."

Tu Mi restored everything, leaving behind three bowls of instant noodles and more than 3000 yuan, all placed next to the handle.

……

After finishing her morning class, Zuo Le brought food as usual.

He ate a serving of beef slices and two chicken legs today, thinking that Tu Mi shouldn't bark when he got back.

"I am back."

But when he opened the door, the familiar room was empty of familiar faces. He saw the following items on the table: a letter, a handle, and money.

Zuo Le's breathing slowed down a beat...

But he remained calm, put down the lunchbox, and picked up the letter.

Here's a hand grip strengthener for you, so you don't lack the strength to choke someone! (laughs)

Upon seeing this sentence, Zuo Le immediately recalled the scene where he woke up from his coma, grabbed Tu Mi by the neck, and was mocked by her for being 'not very strong'.

Zuo Le smiled and picked up the hand gripper that looked like a handle next to him.

Suddenly I couldn't laugh anymore...

【The Rose Hand Grip Strengthener - A Rare Item: After repeated use a certain number of times, it randomly increases one attribute.】

[Description: A divine artifact shrouded in darkness; each use feels like being gently caressed by darkness, a masterpiece crafted by those without light.]

Tu Mi has always been clever, just like how she figured out how to use [favorability].

The girl who suffered food poisoning from using the [Creator] also figured out the correct way to use the [Dark Creator].

This object is proof.

Zuo Le pinched the thing that looked like a handle.

My fingers did indeed feel as if they were being gently brushed by some kind of force.

However, he did not indulge in these emotions, but quietly stuffed the letter into the book that Tu Mi often pretended to read on the bedside table.

After stuffing the money she left behind into her wallet, Zuo Le sat at the table and tried to calm herself down for a while.

Only then did they take out the food they had prepared earlier.

He synthesized a 'Rotten Mixed Rice' with +75 three-dimensional experience points, pinched his nose and ate it, repairing the injuries caused by the cultivation and empowerment over the past two days.

At the same time, Zuo Le's personal attributes have arrived.

Power: 1.275

Agility: 1.048

Physical condition: 1.189

Spiritual Power: 7.016 (Conversion)

This attribute is the limit he can currently achieve; his strength level completely surpasses that of an ordinary healthy adult male.

This power, in Zuo Le's hands, can exert a tremendous effect.

His combat strength is no longer what it used to be.

Reaching this level in a week would normally be a remarkable achievement, but Zuo Le's face remained expressionless.

Even the thrill of becoming stronger that I once felt is completely gone.

After calming herself down, Zuo Le started eating alone.

But towards the end...

"Tsk, I bought too much food."

……

After finishing his meal, Zuo Le went to the academy's own internal weapons shop.

Everything here is priced at the college's internal rates, but if you want to buy controlled weapons, you need to submit a personal report stating the intended use.

The weapons Zuo Le wanted to buy were controlled weapons, such as non-standard daggers and bullets.

For this reason, Zuo Le put on a little makeup.

He put on a psychic's robe, wore glasses without a prescription, and had a "Psychic" badge hanging around his neck. Then he was carrying a thick book...

When he walked into the melee weapon shop wearing this outfit, he was immediately greeted by Wang Jie, who worked part-time there:

"What would you like to buy, senior brother from the psychic sect?"

Wang Jie didn't react strangely to Zuo Le being a psychic. Who says psychics can't buy melee weapons?

Zuo Le scratched his head awkwardly, looked around, and looked like an outsider who wanted to see but couldn't figure it out.

"Um, I'd like to buy a dagger, do you have any recommendations?"

"A dagger? Senior brother, can you tell me your specific requirements so I can recommend one?" Wang Jie was still very enthusiastic.

Zuo Le awkwardly reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper with the requirements written on it:

"Um, I want to buy a dagger that is a bit expensive, but also practical. It needs to be sharp, tough, and preferably good-looking."

Oh, and by the way, it needs to be a practical enchantment, it has to be practical, don't recommend any fancy ones..."

Seeing Zuo Le clumsily mention the requirements, and repeatedly emphasizing that it must be practical.

Wang Jie immediately had a guess in her mind; she didn't even ask Zuo Le for his usage report.

"Senior brother, are you buying this dagger as a gift?"

"Then don't worry about it, is there?"

"Of course, senior brother, come over here."

When Wang Jie brought Zuo Le to the valuables counter, she felt she could earn another commission.

She took a dark, gleaming dagger from the counter.

"This knife is called Yougui. It was the weapon of an outlaw from the Dark Zone. The Lightbringer purified it and brought it back."