Superpowered Love Academy

Zuo Le made a swallowing motion, lowered her head, and moved closer again.

"Ah."

As he resumed eating, a spoon suddenly appeared near his mouth, with a boneless pork chop on it.

Zuo Le paused for a moment, opened his mouth, and carefully brought the spoon close to his lips.

"doing what?"

"Try it." Tu Mi gestured and slid the pork chop into Zuo Le's mouth.

Zuo Le chewed unconsciously, and before he could ask what was going on, the girl beside him spoke first:

"Right now, which do you think tastes better, the sliced ​​beef or the pork chop in my bowl?"

"The pork chop tastes better." Zuo Le tried her best to turn her head away, but it was actually a bit of a struggle.

"Then, can I have a taste of your fatty beef?" Tu Mi tilted her head again.

"Okay." Zuo Le surrendered, he really surrendered.

He had no power to resist and handed over the beef.

Tu Mi took the fat beef from him and ate it herself while occasionally feeding Zuo Le a little.

This reminded Zuo Le of an unfamiliar word.

happy.

So much so that Zuo Le didn't even know how she finished her meal, or how she got back to her dorm.

The two returned to their dormitory.

Tu Mi was the first to enter the room. She pulled off her belt, took off her pants, and jumped onto the bed.

They were exceptionally excited and carefree.

Zuo Le, on the other hand, used the excuse of having a cigarette to stop at the door.

As he lit the Shanghai health supplement in his hand, the nicotine stimulated his brain, and the struggle between his emotions and thoughts finally cracked a little.

"wrong!"

Chapter 60 I can no longer be deceived by this woman.

As for what's wrong? It's wrong everywhere.

This is really not right!

Although the woman inside looks and has a figure that is exactly the same as Tu Mi.

However, there are very obvious differences in their expressions and behavior.

First of all, it's not that Tu Mi can't laugh, but she only laughs noticeably when she really can't help it, or when she's laughing at herself.

She was listless most of the time, looking lazy and world-weary, with no motivation at all.

And this woman...

Zuo Le recalled her expression.

She... is so gentle, speaks so sweetly, and always exudes a warmth and gentleness that no other flower could possess. Even just sitting next to her makes you feel comfortable.

Thinking of this, Zuo Le quickly shook his head.

wrong!

He didn't think about these issues in an attempt to glorify the other party.

He was trying to find out this person's weakness!

There's something wrong with this woman.

Normally, I would bicker with Tu Mi after only a few words, and arguing is normal, but I don't feel that way at all when I'm with her.

He never even considered arguing.

Tu Mi's appearance was already very appealing to Zuo Le, and now she has such a perfect personality.

That's great!

Suddenly realizing that her thoughts had gone astray again, Zuo Le slapped herself.

Snapped!

Zuo Le rubbed his forehead.

Something's not right. My thoughts can't maintain a detached judgment; they always get caught up in the pleasant emotions I felt while interacting with them.

This situation is really abnormal.

Moreover, he had not seen the other party's personal information since he woke up.

Neither the favorability rating nor the special characteristics have reappeared.

Zuo Le didn't know if the favorability list could only be triggered by specific women, but among the people he had encountered who could trigger it...

Only one person can, to some extent, shield his abilities.

The twins of the rose of Sharon.

Tuqi.

Zuo Le had noticed the other party's abnormality at many moments before, and even guessed the other party's identity at one point.

But once you get close, it's as if the wrinkles in your mind have been smoothed out.

When thoughts are completely replaced by emotions, one will always do things that contradict their original decisions.

"Phew! Calm down, what's her purpose in coming here?"

Zuo Le adjusted her emotions and mindset, and began to think about the other party's purpose in doing so.

But he had no clue, because he didn't know what he had that would make the other person pay attention to him.

In terms of strength, he is a psychic who has not advanced to the first rank in three years, has no summoned beasts, and has no theoretical achievements.

Simply because of his younger sister?

Or is it because of the void?

What should we do now?

Zuo Le didn't intend to have too much entanglement with Tu Qi.

In his view, even a stray dog ​​like Tu Mi posed a danger to him due to her identity.

It was just that Zuo Le's own selfish motives were at play...

He could never bring himself to refuse Tu Mi's advances.

Tuqi's status was even more outrageous. She had talent, status, and strength, and was a promising prodigy on whom high hopes were placed.

The Church of He Guang would never treat her with the same leniency it showed to Tu Mi.

According to Lu Chaoxi's previous statement, Tuqi and Lu Chaoxi's brother had some kind of agreement, that is, a marriage contract.

She already has a fiancé, why are you still going after her?

wanna die?

"This person is too dangerous. The best option is to confront him directly to avoid future troubles."

With this clear understanding, Zuo Le stubbed out his cigarette and resolutely turned to walk into his dormitory.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Tuqi on the bed with her legs crossed, slapping her bottom, and flipping through his textbook.

Do you want to start cultivating now?

Zuo Le was momentarily dazed upon hearing this, then nodded subconsciously.

"Hmm, I haven't practiced yet today."

"Then you can continue your cultivation. I'll try not to make any noise so as not to disturb you." Tu Mi looked up at him sweetly.

Zuo Le stared into her eyes for a while, and the resistance and struggle in his heart were gradually soothed.

Yes, he has already wasted a lot of his cultivation time today. He should definitely focus on cultivation first, and we can discuss other matters later.

"it is good."

With this in mind, Zuo Le quickly entered a state of cultivation.

The girl on the bed put down her book and quietly watched Zuo Le cultivate.

When she saw the void energy flowing around Zuo Le's body, the girl's smile brightened:

"Zuo Le does indeed have some little secrets."

Just as she had promised Zuo Le, she did not disturb him once during his hours of cultivation.

Zuo Le was determined to finish his cultivation even if it meant staying up all night, but after completing 25 rounds of Demonic Breathing, he checked the time:

"Only 12 o'clock? Have you been skipping practice?"

Logically, there shouldn't be any mistake, because he silently counts each cycle, and it should have completed 25 cycles.

Feeling somewhat uncertain, Zuo Le glanced at his own attributes.

Power: 1.575

Agility: 1.429

Physical condition: 1.477

Spiritual Power: 8.426 (Conversion)

The three dimensions did indeed increase experience by 25 points.

But he used much faster today, saving more than half an hour.

"What happened? You've made progress?"

The training process for Demonic Breathing has remained largely unchanged, with each cycle lasting approximately 15 minutes.

This sudden acceleration made Zuo Le feel a little unaccustomed to it.

However, he didn't dwell on this matter for too long and focused his attention on the attribute values.

Four days of training, a boost from food provided by a fake creation, plus the effects of the Tu Mi hand gripper.

His attributes have undergone a significant leap forward.

Even with his strength at level 1.5, he felt that there was still a significant gap between his physical strength and that of a level 1 martial artist.

"We still need to keep up the good work!"

Zuo Le, who had stopped cultivating, glanced at the bed. Tu Qi seemed to be asleep.

He turned and walked towards the toilet, took off his clothes, turned the shower on to the coldest setting, and rinsed his body with cold water, trying to calm his mind.

As for whether it's useful or not...

Zuo Le felt it was helpful because he felt much more awake.

He also remembered the matter of confronting Tu Qi.

As the water curtain washed over him, Zuo Le suddenly clenched his fist and slammed it into the concrete wall, his gaze sharpening:

"I can no longer be bewitched by this woman..."

After turning off the shower, Zuo Le dried herself off, put on a pair of underwear, calmed herself down, stood in front of the closet, and took out a bed sheet to prepare to make a makeshift bed on the floor.

But as soon as he opened the cabinet door, a leisurely and pleasant call came from behind him:

"come over."

Holy shit!!!

Zuo Le's right hand gripped the cabinet door, his fingers almost white, the veins on his hand constantly bulging and subsiding, bulging again and subsiding again, while his other hand was tightly clenched.

Simple language simply cannot describe the inner struggle he was going through at that moment.

This agonizing ordeal lasted for almost a minute.

Zuo Lecai sighed softly: