Superpowered Love Academy

Tu Mi stared at him for a while, gradually understanding the hidden meaning in Zuo Le's words, but she shook her head:

"You think too much."

"what?"

"What I mean is, even if you didn't say those things when it rained, I would still come back."

Zuo Le opened her mouth, then closed it again:

"Okay, you just seem a little dull, not stupid, but this kind of personality that doesn't know how to comfort people is really annoying."

"I should be able to."

"Comfort? Ha..." Zuo Le waved his hand.

"I understand what you mean."

Tu Mi suddenly approached, her girlish aura wafting towards Zuo Le, and she reached out her hand.

Zuo Le's first reaction was resistance and aversion, but when the other person's jade-like fingers landed on his forehead, he was a little at a loss.

"Tumi?"

The girl's stroking motions didn't stop; first she touched his head, then she rubbed his face. Zuo Le could feel how delicate her hands were.

"what happened?"

Tu Mi's voice gained intonation at this moment, and it felt very gentle.

He was actually comforted by a girl he had only known for a day, something that had never happened before.

Although the other person saved him, Zuo Le was still a little confused...

after awhile.

"Put your hands down."

"How are you?"

What does it mean to say 'I'm all better'?

Zuo Le always felt that Tu Mi's words were prone to being ambiguous.

He didn't say anything more, just nodded. Tu Mi put her hand down, then leaned back against the bedside, picked up the book she hadn't finished reading, and continued to kill time.

At some point, Tu Mi's favorability towards him had dropped from -68 to -55.

This made Zuo Le sigh. Although the girl in front of him had a low level of affection, it was still quite easy to raise it.

The two did not speak again; Tu Mi remained silent, and Zuo Le also needed to rest.

After she finished reading the entire book in her hand, the girl suddenly moved from the foot of the bed to the head of the bed and then lay down next to Zuo Le.

Zuo Le was awakened by her actions. When he opened his eyes, he saw the girl lying in front of his face.

It was a face with almost no flaws; at this distance, he could even see Tu Mi's eyelashes clearly...

Given Zuo Le's mental age, he shouldn't be panicking.

But precisely because of his psychological age, the sudden presence of such a youthful girl lying next to him is like throwing a large rock into a ditch that has been plagued for years, always causing an awkward ripple.

Tu Mi suddenly opened her eyes:

Are you also unpopular at school?

Zuo Le recalled that although the original owner's personality had become increasingly withdrawn due to academic issues in the past two years, he was not unpopular because of his handsome appearance, at least he was not disliked by girls.

"Probably not."

The next second, the girl's fingers landed on the wound on Zuo Le's arm:

"Then how did you get beaten up so badly?"

"The injuries on my arm and body were caused by the shockwave from the failed spirit communication ritual, and the one on my side was from being stabbed yesterday while dealing with a problem. There are different reasons for each," Zuo Le explained simply.

"Oh." Tu Mi nodded, without asking any further questions.

However, once the conversation started, Zuo Le also had many questions:

"The school has issued a missing person notice. There's someone named Tuqi, and the church is also looking for you."

"I know."

"So you're a descendant of a family of Lightbearers? And you ran away from home?"

"That's it."

"Since you are a descendant of the Lightbringer family, why are you unpopular?" Zuo Le asked curiously.

"How do you know I'm not popular?" Tu Mi retorted.

Although Zuo Le really wanted to say, "Of course it's because of your [enemy of all things] characteristic," she still spoke in a very serious tone:

"I deduced this from what you just said."

"infer?"

"How you see others is how you truly see yourself."

"What do you mean?" Tu Mi didn't understand.

Zuo Le paused slightly, organizing his thoughts:

"Because when we judge a person, we usually incorporate our own values ​​and perceptions."

For example, if you describe someone as lazy, then you are probably not lazy yourself; if you describe someone as an alcoholic, then you are probably not an alcoholic.

"And if you think I got hurt because I'm unpopular and got beaten up, then it's highly likely that you're unpopular and get beaten up frequently..."

Zuo Le's explanation sounded very reasonable, but suddenly I felt something was off.

Tu Mi's favorability rating plummeted, quickly dropping below -60 and heading straight for -70.

"Do you think you're funny?" Tu Mi's voice faded, her tone returning to how it was when they first met.

No, not at all.

"You also think I'm annoying?"

Thinking about it carefully, it's normal that Tu Mi's personality is unpopular; some of her behaviors are indeed a bit annoying.

Seeing her increasingly distant gaze, Zuo Le couldn't help but make excuses:

Why do you care so much about other people?

The girl's body stiffened slightly, and two of her white hairs stood on end.

How could I possibly care about others?

"If you didn't care, why would you be angry?"

"I'm not angry," Tu Mi stubbornly insisted.

There's an old saying in my hometown: "When you hit a dog with a stone, it barks."

"If you say that again, I'll poison your food." The girl's voice was several decibels higher now.

Zuo Le pursed her lips; opportunities to see an expression on Tu Mi's face were rare.

"So, you have someone you care about a lot?"

This time, Tu Mi didn't refute. After a long while, she suddenly spoke:

"Tuqi is a genius, I am not."

"Your sister?"

“Sister,” Tu Mi retorted, but quickly changed her mind: “Actually, we are twins.”

"You continue."

“I can’t learn about the Holy Light, and I’m in a lot of pain at church.”

"Then we should definitely go somewhere else."

Tu Mi glanced at Zuo Le with some surprise.

Because her previous environment was filled with things like 'patience, testing, and understanding,' this was the first time she had heard such agreeable words.

"why?"

"That place is your nemesis."

"Kill me?"

"What else could a place that causes you so much pain be but a curse?"

"It's better to make things difficult for others than to wrong yourself. Running away is the right thing to do," Zuo Le said matter-of-factly.

The girl didn't say anything, but irritably scratched her head of white hair. This simple action made Zuo Le feel a strong emotional fluctuation.

"Do you think it would be better to be dead?"

Before Zuo Le could answer, Tu Mi turned her head away and added a sentence.

"Tch, why would I discuss these things with someone I just met?"

Zuo Le raised an eyebrow. Sure enough, at the age of "chuunibyou" (a Japanese term for someone who is delusional or immature), "chuunibyou syndrome" is definitely the mildest form of illness.

"Because of Tu Qi?"

"Mm." Tu Mi nodded.

The problem girl's issues were more serious than he had imagined!

"It won't be any better."

"why?"

"Because if that happens, your story will end."

"My story?"

"Yes, everyone has their own story. As long as you're alive, your story won't end."

What's the point?

Tu Mi didn't understand Zuo Le's meaning, but that was exactly what Zuo Le wanted to see, because at this age, people with chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) are silly and easy to fool!

"The significance is that you met me, and I became the reader of your story."

What use are readers?

Zuo Le reached out and, just as the girl had done to comfort him before, patted the other person's head:

"To me, your story has only just begun. If it were to end here..."

As a reader, I absolutely cannot accept this ending!

Chapter 10 Talent - False Creator

The girl slightly widened her eyes, but quickly lowered her head, her gaze shifting.

Zuo Le felt that Tu Mi had been deceived by him, because he saw the girl's lips trying to turn up but suppressing it, and her favorability rating soaring from -70 to -25.

But in Tu Mi's heart, a great doubt arose about Zuo Le...

"What do I care whether you accept it or not?"

"As the protagonist of this story, shouldn't you at least be responsible to your readers?"

"Then how do you think I should take responsibility?"

Zuo Le withdrew his gaze, his tone carrying a false sincerity:

"Try to live for your readers."

Tu Mi's pretty face was tense, and she slightly raised her chin:

"No one told you that when you lie, you can lie so convincingly that it's unbelievable, and according to you, you're my only reader right now."

"Then do it for me."

Upon hearing this, Tu Mi froze on the spot; it was difficult to describe her expression as either shy or happy.

Is this why he's different from others? The girl stared at Zuo Le for a long time, until Zuo Le felt a little uneasy and suddenly clenched his fist... and punched his fingertip.