Superpowered Love Academy

"Never mind, time to sleep."

Exhausted from a day's work and the depletion of his spiritual energy, Zuo Le was completely drained and had no strength left to catch up on his cultivation progress.

He lay in bed and fell asleep almost without delay.

……

the next day.

Excessive fatigue caused Zuo Le, who almost never sleeps in, to sleep until midnight.

He wasn't even awakened from sleep; rather, he was awakened by the muscle soreness from overexertion and the bruising from his wounds.

Zuo Le turned over, and when she felt the weight on her body was wrong, she was suddenly startled and sat up straight in bed, holding the 'New Oriental 95' that was under her pillow.

Looking at the person in front of him, Zuo Le paused for a moment, then muttered a complaint under his breath:

"Damn it, why do you look like a ghost?"

Zuo Jingyu didn't say anything, staring at the gun in Zuo Le's hand for a while, then staring at his face.

Although she had seen the gun and dagger when Zuo Le took off his clothes last night, seeing Zuo Le holding them in his own hands today felt noticeably different:

"Dinner's ready. Dad asked me to come and call you."

"it is good."

Zuo Le nodded and sat up from the bed.

Zuo Jingyu didn't leave. She glanced at Zuo Le's injuries, the bruises on his chest, and the bandages on his arms, her gaze unreadable.

Such prolonged staring naturally made Zuo Le feel uneasy.

"Is there anything else?"

"No, come out quickly when you're ready." Zuo Jingyu said in a calm tone.

"know."

Zuo Le stood up abruptly; the change in his physical condition had also caused his physique to change in a short period of time.

While not exceptionally strong, he was certainly not as skinny as before.

He still has a slender build, but he exudes a subtle sense of power, with classic thin muscles.

This made Zuo Jingyu's gaze linger for a while longer.

The way she looked at Zuo Le's figure now was similar to how Zuo Le had felt when he first looked at Tu Mi—full of sexual tension.

"What are you looking at?" Zuo Le said directly, telling him to leave.

"Who cares?" Zuo Jingyu blushed slightly, turned around and walked out.

But after she left the room, she didn't go downstairs immediately. Instead, she leaned against the wall next to Zuo Le's room door, quietly covering her chest with her hand, her chest heaving as she took deep breaths.

The look in his eyes was no longer one of rejection and resistance, but rather one of deep confusion and bewilderment...

in the room.

Zuo Le spent about 5 minutes quickly washing up.

I casually threw on a white sweatshirt and jeans from the closet and went downstairs.

Just as I reached the stairs, I heard Zuo Zhengming's laughter:

"Ah Le is back! Hahaha, that's great! Let's have a good drink together, you and me."

"Dad, Zuo Le is injured and can't drink alcohol." Zuo Jingyu poked him twice with her chopsticks.

"Huh? Is that so? How badly are you injured?" Zuo Zhengming scratched his ear.

"It's alright, Dad."

Zuo Le smiled and shook his head, naturally calling Zuo Zhengming "Dad." He hadn't used this title for many years, or rather, he had never used it before.

But when I use it to refer to Zuo Zhengming, I don't feel any sense of incongruity; on the contrary, I feel that it is the proper way to do so.

"Quickly, sit down and eat."

The meal proceeded smoothly until the latter half, when Zuo Zhengming had a couple more drinks, and the conversation gradually took a turn for the worse.

"Son, you're 20 this year."

"Mm." Zuo Le nodded.

"You're really not young anymore. Back in our day, you'd have several kids by now. Since you're on holiday for Chinese New Year this year, could you add an extra pair of chopsticks to the household?"

Upon hearing this, Zuo Le paused:

"can."

His answer surprised Zuo Jingyu, while Zuo Zhengming's face lit up with joy.

"Did you get a girlfriend?"

Zuo Le picked up a pair of chopsticks with his left hand to pick up food, then raised both hands to Zuo Zhengming, using both hands simultaneously:

"I can use chopsticks with my left hand too."

Zuo Jingyu lowered her head and sobbed, but Zuo Zhengming couldn't help but say:

"You'd better hurry up! The girls at school are the best quality. Find a rich woman and sleep with her, and our whole family will be set for life!"

"Dad, are you planning to sell Zuo Le into prostitution? I've heard that rich heiresses are all very extravagant." Zuo Jingyu was the first to retort.

"Dad, you should read fewer novels like 'The Domineering Rich Girl Falls in Love with Me,' and besides, I don't usually meet many girls." As he said this, Zuo Le couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Zuo Zhengming pursed his lips and drank another cup:

"As citizens of the new century, shouldn't we uphold the Three Precepts and the rites of inheritance? If you don't have a girlfriend or get married, how will you have children?"

"You've never been married, yet you still have four children?" Zuo Jingyu continued to criticize, while Zuo Le herself ate quietly without saying a word.

"Can those be the same?"

"What's different?"

Zuo Zhengming pouted and shook his head, his lips almost pointing to the sky.

He picked up his glass, downed it in one gulp, and, unable to refute his daughter's teasing, could only turn to Zuo Le with a wistful tone:

"You always treat your father like this, it's meaningless. You're already so old, and you can't even pick up a girl. You're useless."

Zuo Le rubbed his forehead. Sure enough, every environment has its own problems to face.

"Dad, at this stage, my studies should be my priority."

"Your studies are a joke. You're a third-year student and you still don't have a spirit beast. I suggest you find a class to study properly."

"I'll go wash the dishes," Zuo Jingyu said, getting up.

"I'll help you."

Zuo Le also wanted to get rid of Zuo Zhengming's nagging, but the old man held her back.

"Hey, what's wrong? You're trying to run away before you've even finished speaking?"

"Is there anything else, Dad?" Zuo Le asked helplessly.

Zuo Zhengming smacked his lips, then took out a cigarette from his pocket and offered one to Zuo Le.

Zuo Le wanted to refuse, but Zuo Zhengming waved his hand and lowered his voice:

"Still pretending with your old man? Go ahead and smoke. I saw it all last night. That girl was tall and thin, with a great figure. I only said this because I was afraid your sister would hear. You little brat, you've got guts!"

Upon hearing Zuo Zhengming's words, Zuo Le knew he had misunderstood, but he still took the cigarette and lit it.

"Dad, she and I are not boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Sigh~ Just because it's not happening now doesn't mean it won't happen in the future. The fact that someone is willing to take you home shows they care, so cherish it."

"What are you talking about? We're not even from the same world."

Zuo Le was still denying it, while Zuo Zhengming simply waved his hand:

"Hey, men's minds are all the same, don't you think I don't understand you?"

"Dad, please stop doing this."

"Alright, alright, I won't interfere in your affairs. Oh, by the way, how's school lately? Do you have enough money for living expenses?"

"That's enough, there's plenty more." Zuo Le didn't like to make others worry about her, and she didn't have the habit of asking for pocket money.

"Give me some if you have enough."

Zuo Le: ?

He thought he had misheard and stared at Zuo Zhengming for a while:

"Dad, are you serious?"

"How am I not serious? Just tell me, from childhood to adulthood, who bought all the books you read and the paper and pens you used?"

Okay, I admit that you're the one who came up with the ideas to trick the other kids, but what about food and drink?

Okay, I admit that the food and drinks were won at the casino by you, but have you ever considered that we are a family, a community, and we can't be so selfish?

"I'm still your father, what's wrong with giving me some money?"

Seeing that Zuo Zhengming was about to burst into tears, Zuo Le had no choice but to take out his wallet and give him two thousand.

"Hehe, thanks son."

Watching Zuo Zhengming leave with a grin, Zuo Le didn't smile; in fact, her face turned somewhat cold.

Because he knew that the money would most likely be used to pay protection money.

"It needs to be dealt with."

Chapter 47 Are you good at fighting?

Zuo Le didn't discuss the street protection fee with Zuo Zhengming at the table.

What's the point of talking to an old man like that?

It won't solve anything and will only make him worry unnecessarily, so it's better to handle it yourself.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Zuo Le carried the plate from the table to the kitchen and walked to Zuo Jingyu's side:

"Alright, I'll take care of the rest."

“You wouldn’t have done these things before.” Zuo Jingyu didn’t turn around, nor did she stop what she was doing.

Zuo Le paused for a moment, not trying to take her job, but simply leaning against the pool and continuing to smoke:

People always change.

Zuo Jingyu wiped her hands and turned to look at Zuo Le:

Did you give the old man money just now?

This question made Zuo Le hesitate for a moment, but Zuo Jingyu noticed this hesitation:

"You just tell me when I ask you? Are you trying to cover it up for him? Do you even know what he's doing with that money?"

Zuo Le was momentarily intimidated by her sister's fierce aura and blinked:

"It was given."

How much did you give?

"Two thousand," Zuo Le answered honestly.

"Two thousand? I only gave him one thousand, and now he's asking you for two thousand? This old man is crazy!" Zuo Jingyu untied her apron and was about to run to find Zuo Zhengming.

Zuo Le quickly stopped her:

"No way, I don't give him money often either."

Zuo Jingyu stopped, stood in the kitchen, and stared at Zuo Le for a moment before suddenly asking:

"You pant like a tractor from the old days after just a little activity, how can you possibly make money? What part-time job would want you?"

"It's not physical work; it was arranged for me by my mentor, Shen He." Zuo Le lied without blushing or getting out of breath.

Zuo Jingyu looked at him with a suspicious gaze: