Superpowered Love Academy

"explain."

"Are you... going to class tomorrow morning?" Zuo Jingyu asked, pursing her lips.

"Go." Zuo Le said coldly.

"Together?"

"We'll see when the time comes."

"Then I'll make breakfast tomorrow morning." Zuo Jingyu took this as a yes.

"If there are no other questions, I'm going to sleep now. I have class tomorrow."

Zuo Le's tone was still impatient. He pushed Zuo Jingyu again, and this time he pushed her away very easily.

He turned and walked upstairs, almost as if he were fleeing, his heart filled with mixed feelings and deep turmoil.

Because he had just discovered that his sister's affection level had suddenly risen to 98.

"Memory is indeed a deceptive thing..."

In the original owner's memories, her younger sister always confronted her, scolded her, and even cursed her. Their relationship was almost at a freezing point, so it was absolutely impossible for her to do something like what she did tonight.

But what about in reality?

His sister's favorability rating was as high as 97 points from the start. Although she often complained and argued with him, her complaints and arguments were clearly biased and protective.

Now it's even higher at 98, it's tough!

As for the other person's feelings...

"The good friend she's talking about probably isn't me, is it? The information doesn't quite match up."

But after this thought popped into his head, Zuo Le felt inexplicably afraid.

They... are not related by blood!

After Zuo Le went upstairs, Zuo Jingyu remained in the same spot without moving.

She took off her socks and clothes, walked barefoot to the washing machine, and stuffed them all inside.

He then poured himself a glass of water and leaned against the washing machine with his head down.

Her expression was strange; she wasn't crying, but her eyes held an unyielding confusion.

"It doesn't feel like simple amnesia. What has my brother been through these past few years? Why doesn't he recognize me anymore..."

……

The next day, Monday.

Zuo Le got up and washed up as usual. As soon as he went downstairs, he saw that Zuo Jingyu had already prepared breakfast for the two of them and was sitting at the table, seemingly waiting for him.

"Dinner's ready, bro."

Zuo Jingyu's voice was warm; it was nothing like the way it was when they first met.

But this is precisely the state that Zuo Le fears most.

Do they really have an orthopedics department?

He ate his meal quickly and silently. Although neither of the siblings spoke to each other, they were very in sync.

They each picked up their belongings and went together to the shantytown bus stop to wait for the early bus.

We got on the bus together and sat together in the back two-seater.

They got off the train at Jingkong Academy Station and mingled in the crowd without exchanging a single word, as if they were pretending not to know each other.

But when they actually arrived at the academy gate, Zuo Jingyu paused in her tracks:

"Hey, brother."

"What is it?" Zuo Le stopped in his tracks.

"I will study hard and become a martial artist as soon as possible."

"Yes, just do your best."

Zuo Le waved her hand, thinking to herself, "Just don't let your favorability rating continue to rise."

Moreover, you can only listen to children's promises; very few of them can actually be kept.

For Zuo Le, Zuo Jingyu was already a good younger sister if she behaved well at school, didn't cause trouble, and didn't make a scene.

After parting ways with her sister, Zuo Le did not go to the dormitory, but instead went directly to the psychic classroom.

He never intended to give up his studies in psychic arts, firstly because the original owner had already laid a good foundation and had a decent base.

Secondly, whether in the superhuman system of this world or in Zuo Le's own career plan, psychics play a very important role.

In any situation, information is a crucial factor that can tip the scales of a battle.

Zuo Le's biggest problem right now is that his perception is poor, and he can hardly get any information.

We can only take it one step at a time.

Commonly known as physical probing.

Although the ability to move through the void provides a safety net and allows for a feint, it's still too dangerous. If you don't react in time, you'll basically die on the spot.

Summoning beasts, on the other hand, can serve as supplementary information in battle.

If he can skillfully summon and control summoned beasts, allowing them to gather information, probe, and even test the opponent's abilities.

That would undoubtedly greatly improve one's own safety.

Therefore, spiritualism is a very wise choice.

Zuo Le tidied up the courseware on the podium, turned her head and nodded to Shen He beside her.

"teacher."

"Here you are."

Shen He smiled at him and then went to class as usual.

The class hours for departmental courses are fixed at three hours, with a 20-minute break in between.

The course proceeded smoothly as always, and Shen He's professionalism was still trustworthy. However, Zuo Le felt that the teacher was a little off today.

He seemed very tired.

Although Shen He is usually very serious, always has a compassionate look, and speaks stiffly, he is never like this today.

Zuo Le originally wanted to discuss with Shen He the development of spirit communication techniques and the selection of information-position spirit beasts, but given his current state, it was clearly unlikely that this would happen.

It wasn't until the morning class ended that Zuo Le came to Shen He's side, helping him organize his teaching materials while asking him:

"Teacher, is something wrong?"

Upon hearing this, Shen He paused, glanced at Zuo Le with a slightly complicated expression, but ultimately just shook his head and gently patted Zuo Le's shoulder.

His first words were delivered in his characteristically stiff tone:

"What could possibly be wrong with me? Focus on your studies; you've made great progress lately."

Shen He wasn't the kind of person who could keep secrets, so Zuo Le could tell he was lying. The way he looked at him was too hesitant. What could be making him so hesitant?

Zuo Le wasn't the type to pry into things. Since Shen He wasn't willing to talk about it, he must have his reasons.

"If the teacher needs anything, they can contact me anytime."

"it is good."

For the next few days, Zuo Le basically lived a life between the psychic system, his self-operated store, and his dormitory.

Shen He's face remained gloomy, but Zuo Le didn't ask any questions. He just went to the self-operated store every day, but unfortunately he still couldn't find dagger materials and weapons at a reasonable price.

Left with no other option, Zuo Le could only synthesize food to directly boost his attributes.

Thursday arrived.

Zuo Le carried a plastic flowerpot with small white flowers in her left hand and a boxed lunch in her right hand as she returned to her dormitory in the rain.

Before I even got the key, I could hear rustling sounds coming from inside the room.

Zuo Le narrowed his eyes slightly. His first reaction was to put down his things, draw his knife, and grab his gun, but he was momentarily stunned by his own reaction.

It seems like he reacted the same way at some point in the past, and then what?

Zuo Le felt a strange sense of anticipation, an emotion he himself was unwilling to admit.

Then he pushed open the unlocked door.

Tu Mi, wearing his white shirt, bare legs, and flip-flops, sat on his bed.

I watched her use her towel to wipe the water from her hair.

Zuo Le stopped in place.

Chapter 55 A Wolf's Ambition? The True Colors Revealed?

Tu Mi raised her head and saw Zuo Le staring straight at her. She frowned and looked at her body.

"Sexual repression?"

Zuo Le: ...

He disliked the way Tu Mi (荼蘼) bluntly stated the essence of things.

Having regained her composure, Zuo Le ignored Tu Mi, placed the rice and white flowers on the table, and then went to the bathroom to wash her hands.

Zuo Le remembered that Tu Mi's favorability rating should be -5 after her sudden departure last time.

But today I saw it, and it turned into [-4].

Is this guy also secretly trying to increase his favorability rating?

Tu Mi didn't even look at him; her gaze remained fixed on the small white flower left by Zuo Le.

Although her eyes were bright, her gaze was listless; not quite dead fish eyes, but rather a look of utter despair.

Lost in thought, Tu Mi picked up her slippers from the floor, got up, and walked towards the table.

She bent down and gently inhaled the fragrance of the white flower.

Zuo Le had just finished washing her hands and came out of the bathroom when she saw a pair of smooth, long legs and a shirt that was almost completely open.

Noticing Zuo Le's gaze, Tu Mi straightened up and looked at him.

She shuffled her shoes and reached up to tug at the collar of her shirt:

"I already told you, the shirt has holes and it will expose you."

Zuo Le slightly avoided Tu Mi's gaze:

"It's not a big problem if you don't wear it outside."

Tu Mi pouted:

"A wolf in sheep's clothing? Is the true intention revealed at the last minute?"

She made a couple of sarcastic remarks to Zuo Le, then picked up her lunchbox and started eating. There was only one serving, and she didn't seem to have any intention of sharing it with Zuo Le.

This is quite different from her younger sister's personality, who always wants to share everything in half.

The girl ate very quickly, and Zuo Le just sat quietly next to her watching without saying a word.

It wasn't until she was almost finished with the food in her lunchbox that she seemed to remember something, looked up at Zuo Le, and said:

Are you not hungry?

Zuo Le: ?

Tu Mi seemed to feel a little guilty, and then pushed the rice dish, which had no side dishes left, over to her.

"Eat if you're hungry, I saved this especially for you."

Zuo Le stared at the leftover rice in the lunchbox, stained with soup, suppressing the urge to punch her twice.

She came without a word, wore his clothes, slept in his bed, ate his food, and was even picky about food!

"You're so kind, you even know to share with me."

Zuo Le also made a sarcastic remark, but still pulled the lunchbox in front of him. Leftovers are still food, and he would get hungry if he didn't eat them. He didn't want to go out again and waste his cultivation time.