My Superpower Is Kind of Cute

Chapter 30: The Old Traditional Chinese Medicine Doctor’s Words

It wasn’t until those people had left the alley that I took a good look at Zhao Leichuan and Xia Chun. Xia Chun was still wearing her café uniform—it was in one piece with no signs of damage: a lace miniskirt and a black-and-white apron. No matter how I looked at it, it resembled a maid’s outfit. Her face was bright red right now; it seemed she hadn’t quite recovered yet. In contrast to Xia Chun, Zhao Leichuan’s clothes were in a complete mess—his shirt had several tears, and his pants had a huge hole in them… though they looked as if they’d been bought that way. His expression, however, was one of excitement and fervor; he acted as if he’d taken care of those men all by himself. If it weren’t for the wounds on his face, you might actually believe it. “Mengmeng, what the heck was that punch you just threw? Where did you get that kind of strength?” Zhao Leichuan’s gaze darted back and forth over me, as if he were looking at a monster. I felt incredibly uncomfortable under his scrutiny, my mind racing to come up with an excuse. In less than a second, I blurted out, “I’ve practiced hard qigong—didn’t you know?” Zhao Leichuan looked completely baffled. “How could I possibly know? Did you ever tell me?” I feigned confusion. “Oh, well, I’ve been practicing it on the sly. I was hoping to surprise you—I hope you enjoyed the show just now.” “You little bastard, you’ve been keeping that a secret. When did you start practicing? Back in middle school, when you got beaten to a pulp, I never saw you use any of that…” I glanced at Xia Chun and quickly cut Zhao Leichuan off—that bastard was trying to dig up my dark past. I glared at him and said, “That’s exactly when I turned over a new leaf and dedicated myself to training like crazy.” “Sure, sure.” Zhao Leichuan couldn’t think of a rebuttal right away, so he nodded and then said, “That ‘Hard Qi’ technique you’re practicing—can’t it fire a qi blast? Show me one.” I rolled my eyes at him. “You’ve been watching too many anime, kid. Those aren’t even from the same martial arts school, okay? Have you ever seen a ‘Lion’s Roar’ summon a lion? Or a ‘Lushan Rising Dragon Fist’ summon a dragon?” “You’re absolutely right,” Zhao Leichuan nodded repeatedly, muttering under his breath, “But aren’t the ones you mentioned also from anime…” Xia Chun looked at me, a skeptical expression on her face, and said, “Even with Hard Qi Gong, it shouldn’t be that easy to knock down a wall, right?” My heart skipped a beat. I’d just managed to fob off Zhao Leichuan, but I hadn’t expected there’d be another person here. Xia Chun looked like a natural airhead, but how could she be so sharp? Before I knew it, I blurted out, “You guys just got here in a hurry, so you didn’t notice the secret behind it, did you?” “What secret?” The two of them stared at me, completely bewildered. I gave a mysterious smile and pointed at the wall, saying, “On the surface, it looks like I smashed the wall with a single punch, but in reality, the wall was already severely corroded on the inside. Combined with my primal power, that’s what caused this. If it had been an ordinary wall, there’s no way I could’ve shattered it.” Zhao Leichuan looked envious. “So you have X-ray vision, too?” “You’ve got the wrong idea,” I said, shooting Zhao Leichuan a disdainful look. I wish I actually had that ability. “Do you even know what ‘observation’ means? Otherwise, why do you think I went out of my way to do that just now? I tapped the wall lightly for the same reason—to check what was inside.” Zhao Leichuan finally got it and slapped his forehead. “So it was just a shortcut after all.” I didn’t deny it, feigning indignation. “If I hadn’t cut corners, would I have been able to save your worthless life? Pay more attention next time. Daddy can save you once, but not twice.” Zhao Leichuan shoved me. “Screw you.” Then, grimacing, he clutched his face—now that the initial shock had subsided, the pain had immediately set in. Although Xia Chun’s gaze still held a hint of disbelief, thankfully she didn’t press me for more details, and I certainly had no intention of explaining further. After seeing Xia Chun out of the alley and to the door of the coffee shop, Zhao Leichuan really wanted to go in and sit for a while, but the wounds on his face wouldn’t let him. To put it mildly, if he walked into a coffee shop looking like that, people would surely think he was there to drink coffee rather than seek revenge. We stood at the entrance for half a minute while Xia Chun went inside to get some ice, which she packed into a bag and applied to his face. Basking in this special treatment, Zhao Leichuan felt a bit on cloud nine for a moment. Before we left, Zhao Leichuan looked at Xia Chun with a confident air and said softly, “If anyone gives you trouble again, just call me anytime. I’ll step in right away and take care of it for you.” I glanced at him but didn’t have the heart to say anything. Xia Chun nodded, then looked at me and whispered, “Thank you.” Zhao Leichuan immediately chimed in, “You’re welcome—we’re all on the same side here.” I quickly grabbed his arm and ushered him back into the taxi we’d just hailed. “She still has to go to work—don’t let this interfere with her job.” Then, standing there, I looked at Xia Chun with a hint of apology. “Sorry about that—I’m glad I didn’t scare you just now.” Xia Chun shook her head. “Not at all. Those guys had been hassling me for ages, and I was really fed up with them. I’m just so glad you were able to take care of it all at once… By the way, are you free these next couple of days? Let me treat you to a meal. I never even got a chance to thank you for that wallet incident last time.” “Hmm, we’ll see. After all, Red Scarves help others without expecting anything in return.” I smiled slightly, slipped into the back seat of the car, and said goodbye to her. “What were you two talking about just now?” As soon as the car started moving, Zhao Leichuan leaned over to me and asked, “What did she say to you?” I gave a casual reply, “She said she’s very grateful to you and wants to treat you to a meal.” “She’s way too polite, way too polite. I should be the one treating her.” Zhao Leichuan’s tone carried a hint of excitement. I smiled but didn’t say anything else—after all, I couldn’t keep making things up. After leaving there, Zhao Leichuan and I went to the hospital for a checkup. The guy kept going on and on about how his face was ruined and insisted he’d only feel at ease if he spent some money. We spent the whole afternoon getting checked out; it turned out there was nothing seriously wrong. He was given some cheap ointment and skipped home happily, while I hurried off to open the lottery shop…To be honest, taking tickets with just one hand was a real pain in the ass. Thankfully, the lottery players were understanding of my situation; out of sympathy, they even doubled their bets, and business actually ended up being a little better than before. “How’s your arm feeling?” Once I was done with my work, Qi Yun asked me in a leisurely tone. Sitting in my chair, I gulped down a glass of water and replied, puzzled, “It’s just the same as before.” Qi Yun persisted, “No other thoughts?” “Actually, yes,” I replied earnestly. “I feel like I’m really not an ordinary person anymore. Smashing through a wall with a single punch is seriously **.” Qi Yun couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “That’s just the tip of the iceberg. Once you truly master the spiritual power of the Qilin bloodline, forget about a single punch—even if you just turned around and let out a fart, you could easily shatter that wall.” “Then wouldn’t I really just be a farting genius?” After going home and getting some sleep, I didn’t feel anything unusual when I woke up, but the swelling in my arm had noticeably gone down—it was like a balloon slowly deflating. I was a bit puzzled. Was I being treated like an inflatable doll? Seeing my bewildered expression, Qi Yun came over to explain, “You used spiritual energy to throw a punch yesterday. Although you can’t control it perfectly yet, the spiritual energy can already flow through your arm into your body. As for the excess that had been causing your hand to swell, you punched it right out.” It suddenly clicked, and I couldn’t help but recall something an old Chinese medicine doctor once said: “You’ve got too much liver fire; just do something enjoyable to let off some steam.” Turns out it’s the exact same damn thing.