My Superpower Is Kind of Cute

Chapter 43: Take It Slow

On the way back, out of boredom, I asked Qi Yun, “How’s your relationship with your brother?” When they met earlier, there wasn’t the scene of them hugging and weeping that I’d imagined; the way they chatted made it seem as if he’d never even died. “Pretty good. Why do you ask?” “No reason—I was just curious.” I scratched my head. “By the way, how did you recognize him just now?” “A Feng studied under the White Tiger. That tiger’s roar just now was clearly a way for him to reveal his identity to me… Oh, and Mengmeng, you’d better step up your game—don’t let that Hanba kid beat you.” I rolled my eyes at him and said, “It’s fine—I’m not even in the same league as him.” He’s, after all, the son of a high-ranking official, while I’m nothing. Just that fact alone puts me at a disadvantage from the start. I went home, ate some takeout, took a shower, and then lay in bed, reminiscing about the battle that evening. There was always this indescribable, subtle feeling—My spiritual energy felt like a mischievous child playing hide-and-seek inside me—now there, now gone. In that split second when I struck earlier, I seemed to have caught its tail, which is how I managed to unleash the Qilin Arm. But with Qi Feng’s arrival, the battle came to a halt, and that spiritual energy hid itself within me once more. I didn’t know when I’d be able to catch it again. Late at night, as I slept soundly in bed, Qi Yun stood on the balcony, silently watching me through the window. In my unconscious slumber, my right arm—exposed from beneath the covers—was shrouded in a faint halo of light. The skin on my arm gradually became translucent, revealing the veins running along its entire length. A new day dawned, and the urgent pounding on the door shattered my erotic dream. I yawned, squinted at the alarm clock—it was only 7:30—and felt a wave of irritation wash over me. I bellowed toward the door, “I’m not buying insurance. Get lost!” With that, I rolled over in bed, intending to go back to sleep, when a figure suddenly appeared before me, reaching out to yank me upright. Startled by the dark figure, I looked closely and realized it was Qi Feng. “Are you out of your mind? You can’t just barge into someone’s home like that.” Qi Feng shrugged it off. “Xiao Bai’s been knocking on the door for ages, and you didn’t open it. I thought you were dead, so I told him to come in and check on you.” “Can’t you speak properly? You’re the one who’s dead—wait, no, you were already dead.” I waved him away, telling him to get out, hurriedly got dressed, and reluctantly opened the door, shooting Qi Yun a disapproving glare as I did so. “Couldn’t you have helped hold him back a little?” Qi Yun shrugged without offering an explanation. I maliciously suspected that these two brothers must have been in cahoots. Bai Ling looked great. He walked in, plopped down on the couch, and started looking around my room without a shred of modesty. I glanced at him. From our conversation yesterday, I knew he was three years younger than me and was still a college student—attending a university right here in the city. Since it was currently break time, he seemed to have plenty of free time every day. “The place is a bit small, and it’s too messy,” Bai Ling remarked after looking around for a while. I opened the fridge and tossed a bottle of mineral water in front of Bai Ling. “I’m really sorry about that—a poor guy’s got no possessions.” Spotting half a loaf of bread in the fridge—hard as a brick—I grabbed it and popped it in the microwave. Bai Ling took a sip and asked eagerly, “Are you ready? Shall we head out now?” Just bringing that up got on my nerves. “Don’t you have any common sense? Do I look ready? Why’d you show up so early? I’m not even fully awake yet.” “The day’s work begins at dawn,” Bai Ling said, looking at me with a deadpan expression. “Early morning is the best time for psychics to train.” His words left me a bit dumbfounded. “So are we talking about cultivating immortality or urban psychic abilities here?” Bai Ling carried on, oblivious to my confusion. “Chen Meng, you should also maintain a healthy sleep schedule. I think the fact that your spiritual energy hasn’t awakened yet has a lot to do with your daily lifestyle.” Qi Yun nodded in agreement, looking at me with a mix of frustration and disappointment. “Listen carefully.” I shot him a withering glance. “I used to be totally normal—it’s only because you showed up that I ended up like this, okay?” ” With that, I opened the microwave, grabbed a piece of bread, and shoved it into my mouth. I chewed it once, then spat it into the trash can—it was fucking stale. Upon closer inspection, it even seemed to have mold growing on it. Clearly, I hadn’t eaten bread in ages. Without even glancing at it, I dumped the whole lot out and muttered, “My career is on the rise right now. If I don’t sleep in the morning, how am I supposed to have the energy to work in the afternoon?” Qi Feng said, “Do you dare to drive any faster?” “I wouldn’t dare,” Bai Ling replied with remarkable decisiveness. “You can’t go wrong with driving carefully.” “Then why don’t you switch to a more low-key car? Haven’t you noticed how mocking the passersby’s glances are? Can you really stand that?” Bai Ling shrugged it off. “Who cares what those Muggles think?” I was instantly at a loss for words, so I simply leaned against the car window, closed my eyes, and rested. Given Bai Ling’s attitude, I figured he probably didn’t have many friends.