Superpowered Love Academy

"Alright, I have some other important business to attend to today." After all that rambling, Zuo Le finally revealed his purpose.

"What important matter is it?"

"I'd like to participate in some weird raiding internships, the outdoor kind. Do you have any connections?" Zuo Le always liked to hide the truth within a facade.

“What kind of channel do we need? Go beachcombing!” Lu Chaoxi immediately responded.

"Beachcombing?"

When Zuo Le thinks about beachcombing, the first thing that comes to mind is collecting seashells.

Seeing his blank expression, Lu Chaoxi smiled, took out a cigarette, handed one to Zuo Le, and then explained:

"The Shanghai Mirror Sky Fortress guards the Mirror Sky Sea, which is filled with dark star energy. It constantly pollutes the surrounding sea area and also breeds a large number of black beasts and monsters."

In addition to the regular sweeps by the military, routine maintenance also requires the help of superhumans.

In particular, cleaning up the strange corpses that float up is what we call beachcombing.

This job isn't very dangerous. If you're interested in exploring unusual things or want to try your luck, you can give it a shot.

However, since you're a member of the psychic class, those outside the Martial Arts Academy and Holy Light Academy need to apply to the school and sign a safety agreement, which is the more troublesome part.

Zuo Le nodded thoughtfully:

"I see, thanks. I have something to attend to, so I'll be going now."

"Huh? Didn't you just say you were going to treat me to dinner?" Lu Chaoxi glared.

"I'll definitely do it next time."

Seeing that Zuo Le was about to run away again, Lu Chaoxi, whose face was flushed, snatched the cigarette from his hand.

"Shut up and get lost!"

Zuo Le waved his hand sheepishly, explaining that he was indeed in a bit of a rush and had to cancel on his brother for now.

Following Lu Chaoxi's advice, Zuo Le first went to the academy's administrative office to submit the application, and then signed the "Non-Martial Artist Dangerous Mission Safety Agreement".

When he was signing the agreement, the clerk at the window saw his student ID from the Department of Psychic Paths and couldn't help but remark on it:

"These days, even psychics have been reduced to competing with martial artists for a living. The job market is getting worse and worse."

Zuo Le smiled upon hearing this but remained silent.

After finally completing the application, he looked at his employee ID badge, "[Mirror Sea Guardian: 420680]", and left satisfied.

I glanced at my watch; it was already past 7:30.

As darkness fell, Zuo Le knew that there was no chance for him today.

He could only go to the academy's own store to buy some bullets and a meat cleaver, preparing to go back and catch up on his training, adjust his condition, and then go to Mirror Sea tomorrow.

Having made a plan in mind, Zuo Le went to the cafeteria as usual and bought a serving of tomato and beef to take back with her.

Before he even reached the door of 506, he could already hear the 'ding-dong' sounds coming from inside the room.

Someone's here?

Tuqi?

Zuo Le stopped in his tracks because he was already thinking about confronting Tu Qi.

Do we even know each other?

But when he pushed open the door, he saw a white-haired girl standing on a chair changing a light bulb.

Today's blooming flowers are a little different...

She wore a black JK-style skirt, the hem of which barely covered her knees, with black short socks covering her slender ankles, and her calves were dazzlingly white.

Zuo Le was stunned for two seconds.

Previously, Tu Mi either wore a nun's robe, her tattered skirt, or her own windbreaker and shirt.

He had never seen this outfit before; indeed, it was quite nice.

Tu Mi turned around and looked at him expressionlessly. The two stared at each other for a while.

Tuqi broke this light bulb that day, and Zuo Le wanted to replace it but kept forgetting to buy a new one.

"You're back too late."

"You stole 3000 yuan from me that day."

The two seemed to be on completely different wavelengths.

Tu Mi remained silent for a moment, seemingly trying to refute Zuo Le's statement, but ultimately couldn't come up with anything. She could only point to her lower body:

"Come over and help me up."

"Row."

As Zuo Le walked to Tu Mi's side, he paused in his outstretched hand gesture.

For a moment I hesitated, wondering whether I should hold onto the stool or her legs.

In the end, he chose to hold onto the stool.

To avoid being accused of sexual repression again.

The girl was standing on tiptoe, her arms stretched upwards, and her short skirt rode up, inevitably revealing a section of her fair thigh to Zuo Le's eyes.

Yes, and white panties too.

She twisted it several times before finally unscrewing the old light bulb, her body swaying slightly to maintain her balance, her skirt rising and falling with it.

A fragrant breeze wafts through the air...

What are you looking at?

The sudden question interrupted Zuo Le's thoughts.

He raised his head, his face brushing against the hem of his skirt.

It wasn't intentional, there's nothing I can do, it's just a matter of angle.

"I didn't see it!"

Tu Mi didn't react to Zuo Le's blatant lying, as this wasn't the first time he'd done something like this.

"whispering sound!"

Tu Mi screwed on the new light bulb, jumped off the chair, her skirt fluttering briefly before settling back down.

She clapped her hands and walked towards the restroom.

Zuo Le, standing behind him, opened his mouth:

"You ran away again?"

Tu Mi paused, and when she turned around, her expression held a brightness she hadn't shown before:

"Not this time."

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As before, this book also has an original title: The Darkest Hour.

But after thinking about it, I decided against it and decided that a more straightforward and easy-to-understand title would be better.

Many people ask me why I don't continue writing urban romance novels. The answer is that I have a track record of success, so it's easier to make money writing them.

Actually, I don't have that many reasons.

The real reason is simple: I don't want to write about urban romance anymore.

Quoting an editor named Lu Ming.

Write what you want to write, and you won't regret it even if it flops. Maintain a distance from the market and the taming of assembly-line themes, and persist in expressing yourself; be persistent in raw and sincere emotions, and express them sharply.

Ultimately, the muse will favor everyone who loves writing.

I want to write what I want to write. I like the world I create and the characters I depict. This is my current desire for expression.

I have never been an author of urban romance novels before, and I have said this more than once.

I write urban romance novels to practice and learn how to write female characters well.

It seems I was quite successful before, after all, I left behind stories and characters that many people remember, and I'm very fortunate.

But the night rooster's footsteps will not stop there.

I will continue to move forward, expand my ideas, and write what I want to write.

In addition, many readers like to offer suggestions and even teach me how to write books.

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There's really no need for that; it's fine if you don't understand.

What is nectar to them is poison to me.

Single female lead criticizes multiple female leads, multiple female leads criticize no female lead, no female lead criticizes harem.

Everyone has their own preferred type.

Don't try to make the author write the way you want it to be.

If you change it to your liking, what about the readers who don't like it?

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As everyone knows, I'm not young anymore, and I have a bad back.

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Chapter 85 It's Okay, It's Cute (Subscribe to support the full chapter)

The brightness of the moment startled Zuo Le, because Tu Qi's image suddenly appeared in his mind.

The blonde girl's radiance, her smiling face, and her constant gentle companionship.

How awful!

Zuo Le himself felt that he was a jerk, looking at one girl while thinking about another person.

However, after coming to his senses and thinking about what Tu Mi had said, his mood inexplicably improved a lot.

"This time is different?"

Tu Mi didn't answer immediately. Instead, she stood by the pool washing her hands, adopting a blank, thoughtful expression, though her tone remained indifferent:

"There should be some differences."

However, in Zuo Le's eyes, this action seemed a bit too cute, exceeding the scope of a stray dog!

"How is it different?"