Superpowered Love Academy

Han Bing stared at Zuo Le for three seconds, sighed, tossed him a cigarette, and handed him a business card.

"A person's heart always needs some place to belong, otherwise the whole person will be adrift."

A sense of belonging in one's heart...

Zuo Le took the business card, and a wisp of white hair inexplicably flashed through his mind, as if the fragrance of that hair still lingered on the tip of his nose.

For some reason, Zuo Le felt inexplicably annoyed and sullenly lit a cigarette.

"Sister-in-law is so lucky."

"You're joking. Should I find someone to take you home?"

"No need, I'll just rest here for a while."

"Then go to the infirmary first, and I'll have someone treat your wound."

Thank you.

Zuo Le's spiritual energy was completely depleted. From the end of his battle with Scarface until now, he had been pretending and putting on a brave face.

He didn't want to leave the police station until he recovered; it made him feel safe.

After saying goodbye to Han Bing and retrieving her belongings, Zuo Le was placed in the waiting room, where Zhang Jing and Cheng Xinling were also waiting.

Besides them, a large number of unemployed people of various backgrounds gathered outside, including blond-haired men, thugs, young delinquents, and streetwalkers.

It's clear that tonight's crackdown on organized crime wasn't limited to just Red Apple.

"Brother Zuo, I just gave you the report as you instructed," Cheng Xinling greeted him.

"Hmm." Zuo Le waved his hand.

He was a little tired and didn't really feel like talking, so he found a corner in the waiting room to sit.

After glancing around and confirming that no one was around, Zuo Le lit another cigarette for himself.

Let's start reviewing last night's battle.

His mistake was clear...

First, there was a lack of intelligence. They didn't know that Scarface was hiding in the second-floor mezzanine, monitoring the entire scene. If his shot had been more accurate, or if they hadn't been more cautious, they would have been seriously injured, if not killed.

Secondly, he misjudged his opponent's physical abilities. When Scarface's iron fist pierced through the metal, he hadn't realized the difference in their stats, which put him at a disadvantage in close combat.

Thirdly, there's the margin for error with Voidwalking. If Scarface had attacked thirty seconds earlier, he would have been finished tonight.

These mistakes can also be excused by insufficient perception, lack of combat information and experience, and the fact that physical abilities are still developing.

But no matter how many excuses you make, it's useless.

Reality is not a game; there's no reload, and any mistake could lead to failure.

The result of a rollover is death.

Therefore, he needs to make up for his shortcomings as much as possible, improve his own condition, and also acquire career information as soon as possible, which is what he currently lacks.

Of course, last night's battle wasn't just about mistakes; there were also many correct judgments.

For example, the decisive assassination whistle, the disguised intrusion, the silent elimination of the small fry, the use of chili powder to split the enemy group, the use of healing potions in advance, the luring of the enemy to attack in an open area, the forced exposure of the main target, and the final three consecutive void walks.

These are all absolutely the right choices.

Scarface hadn't anticipated that he could move three times in a row. Although there was some risk involved, the result was good.

"Judging from the results, it's alright."

After reviewing last night's battle, Zuo Le stubbed out his cigarette, unzipped his jacket, took out the ledger from his pocket, and flipped through it.

The ledger records the smuggling of Red Apple and two lawless zones.

One is called Black Cliff, and the other is called Mushroom Forest.

Black Cliff was marked with an X, and the record was stopped two weeks ago.

But their dealings with the mushroom forest continued, only the content of their smuggling remained the same...

Beer, liquor, and women!

The ledger clearly recorded the number of women involved in smuggling, a total of 12.

The record for September 23 has also been written, and the two women mentioned should be Zhang Jing and Cheng Xinling.

"Tsk, almost there!" Zuo Le muttered.

"What's almost..."

Cheng Xinling had somehow gotten around and was hiding behind a pillar next to Zuo Le.

She lowered her head slightly, her face flushed with the lingering shock of a young girl, as well as the relief of surviving a close call. At least compared to Zhang Jing, who was still cowering beside her, her mental state was significantly better.

The girls secretly attributed everything to Zuo Le, because this rescue in their desperate situation would leave a lifelong mark on their hearts.

Zuo Le looked up at her but didn't say anything.

Zuo Le ignored the girl's hopes; girls her age just like to daydream.

He can understand Tangyuan, so he can naturally understand Cheng Xinling as well.

After a moment of silence, Cheng Xinling seemed to have no intention of giving up and simply sat down next to him.

"Brother Zuo? What were you looking at just now?"

The girl was getting a little too inquisitive, which annoyed Zuo Le, but he wasn't about to lose his temper with Cheng Xinling over this.

"It's nothing, just a pretty flower that was almost picked by someone."

"Does Brother Zuo know anything about flowers? My family owns a flower shop."

Zuo Le rested her chin on her hand, still looking rather uninterested.

"I haven't done any research, I just thought I could keep it in my dorm and look at it when I have nothing to do."

"Dormitory? Is Brother Zuo a student?" Cheng Xinling had a lot of questions.

"Yes, a third-year student in the Psychic Department of Mirror Sky Academy." Zuo Le's mouth moved.

"Brother Zuo is actually the senior brother? Wait, no, you're a psychic?"

The girl's surprise turned into delight, but it quickly turned into confusion because the numbers didn't match up. Zuo Le's previous performance was really not like that of a psychic student.

"What?" Zuo Le turned her head away.

"No, it's nothing. So, what kind of flowers does Brother Zuo plan to grow?" The girl brought the topic back to growing flowers.

"White, I guess." Zuo Le answered quickly, almost without thinking, but then fell into memories.

This reaction startled Cheng Xinling. The sensitive girl seemed to realize something and involuntarily began to ask further questions:

"There are many kinds of white flowers, Brother Zuo, don't you have any specific ones you want to grow?"

"It doesn't matter, as long as it's white." Zuo Le didn't know why she talked so much.

"Does it have to be white? Actually, there are many other beautiful flowers." Cheng Xinling lowered her head, fidgeted with her fingers, and mentioned her thoughts.

Zuo Le turned to look at her and felt that this girl was a bit strange.

"No need, I'm used to white."

"Does Brother Zuo like white?"

"It's not that I like it, it's just a habit," Zuo Le retorted.

"Then it seems you really like it." Cheng Xinling stood up and tapped her heels.

"What did you say?" Zuo Le suddenly became a little impatient.

But Cheng Xinling simply lowered her head, trying to process her emotions:

"Even someone as capable as Brother Zuo can be incredibly slow-witted and stubborn at times."

"It's just a flower..."

"When you grow it and it blooms, it will definitely remind you of her."

"..."

"Brother Zuo? Brother Zuo, why aren't you saying anything?"

"Do you find me annoying?" Zuo Le turned her head away.

Cheng Xinling sensed that Zuo Le was truly angry, and a silence fell between them. After a while, she suddenly spoke:

"Brother Zuo, Senior Sister is here to pick us up. Shall I go?"

Zuo Le still rested her elbows on her knees, propped her chin on her hand, and made a nasal sound:

"Ah."

But soon, his chin was removed from the palm of the hand.

Tumi?

Because that familiar face he had just been thinking about had suddenly appeared in his line of sight.

Then she walked toward him until she was right in front of him.

Seemingly noticing Zuo Le's gaze, the girl frowned slightly and tilted her head to look at him:

Do we know each other?

Chapter 41 Power, too, is merely her slave.

As the girl spoke, she casually tossed aside her monk's hood, revealing long, golden-white hair and a braid hanging down her shoulder.

Although she has a face that is almost exactly the same as Tu Mi.

But once you get closer, you'll notice that their temperaments are completely different.

The girl in front of him stood upright, her hands folded in front of her, and the collar of her monk's robe was buttoned up meticulously.

Even when she looked into Zuo Le's eyes, her gentle and calm gaze contained a firm strength.

Tuqi.

Even though they had never met or interacted before, Zuo Le immediately realized the other person's identity.

The sisters of Tu Mi, twins of the He Guang Church.

"I've never seen you before, sorry."

Zuo Le apologized, stepped back a few paces, and distanced himself from the other person.

He then saw Zhang Jing and Cheng Xinling step forward and embrace Tu Qi.

The two girls cried loudly, while Tuqi gently patted their backs to comfort them.

Zuo Le felt that her whole body was radiating light, like a warm halo, illuminating the two girls while also dispelling the malice and fear they had suffered.

Even Zuo Le, who was some distance away from her, could feel a wave of comfort wash over her.

This situation made Zuo Le unable to resist comparing Tu Mi with her.

However, a closer comparison reveals that these two sisters are simply not comparable.

What kind of wild dog-like personality and CS-like behavior does Tu Mi have?

Need I say more? They pry open doors, steal money, rob food, steal from convenience stores, and if caught, they run up debts.

It's best not to compare a god with a saint.

"That stray dog, Tu Mi, no wonder she's disliked at home," Zuo Le couldn't help but mutter to himself.

While Tuqi was comforting the two girls, they kept whispering something in Tuqi's ear.

Zhang Jing was wrapped in a blanket and huddled up, her eyes still red.

Cheng Xinling had calmed down. She held a half-full cup of hot water in both hands and occasionally turned around to point at Zuo Le. Judging from her appearance, it seemed that she had told Tu Qi about Zuo Le saving them.

Gradually, Tuqi also shifted her gaze to Zuo Le, who was leaning back in his seat.

Her gaze swept over the room from bottom to top, without hostility or curiosity, more like that of someone calmly reading.

Only after Cheng Xinling finished speaking did she put on a smile and walk towards Zuo Le.

"So you're Zuo Le, and I'm Tu Qi. I never imagined we'd meet like this."