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"nothing."
Zhou Ye didn't want to go into details about Zhu Nai's electric shocks.
"It's... the unrealistic dream that men have had: three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines."
Zhou Ye did not expect Zhu Nai to react so strongly.
That blue "electric current," that cold gaze, wasn't feigned.
The original character could accept Hyoudou Issei having a harem, so why can't he accept it? He won't lose to Hyoudou Issei in the future.
It just goes to show that girls' minds are indeed complicated.
During the rest of the lunch break, Zhou Ye ate absentmindedly.
Kasumigaoka Utaha, standing next to him, clicked her tongue twice. She had also heard Zhou Ye mention the three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines. Men, they really are driven by their lower instincts.
The classes ended at noon, and the school bell finally rang.
The sharp electronic sounds shattered the afternoon tranquility.
The students packed their bags and poured out of the classroom, laughing and joking.
The corridor became noisy.
Zhou Ye slowly stuffed the textbook into his schoolbag, his movements a beat slower than usual.
He subconsciously looked towards the classroom door.
It was deserted; there was no familiar face in sight.
Zhu Nai did not wait for him by the door frame as usual.
There felt like a void in my heart.
Feeling a little disappointed?
Perhaps a tiny bit.
He zipped up his backpack and shook his head.
Forget it, now is not the time to dwell on this.
There are more important things to confirm.
As you step out of the imposing gates of Komao Academy, the sidewalk is bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun.
Zhou Ye turned onto a relatively quiet road.
He took something out of his bag.
A remote-controlled race car.
The outer shell is made of cheap plastic, with a red and blue color scheme and a common design; it can be found everywhere in toy stores.
He crouched down and fiddled with the remote control.
His posture resembled that of a playful child.
"Buzz-"
The race car started, its tiny tires rolling on the sidewalk bricks.
It skillfully navigated around cracks in the ground and avoided several small stones.
It even made a brief drift at a small corner.
Several elementary school students passing by stopped in their tracks, their eyes wide with surprise.
Wow! Brother, you're amazing!
A little boy couldn't help but shout.
Zhou Ye looked up, smiled at them, but didn't reply.
His fingers continued to press buttons on the remote control, his movements seemingly casual.
Only he knows.
Beneath this cheap exterior lies something entirely different.
A micro-drive structure precisely constructed from rational and legal powers.
The power source is a tiny amount of destructive energy compressed to its limit.
The racing car's "intelligent" obstacle avoidance and drifting incorporates a certain unpredictable stability granted by fragments from the [Talking Tom] game.
Finally, using a weak version of the "Power of My Thoughts," an unreasonable ability, they forcibly kneaded everything together, maintaining a fragile balance.
This was his first attempt to independently create a "toy" using Honkai energy.
It feels very novel.
With the power of a bustling commercial street, you can make a remote-controlled car that costs only a few dozen yuan.
The omnipotent Honkai can collude with low-end manufacturing.
He maneuvered the race car, accelerating it and sending it hurtling towards a flowerbed about half a person's height by the roadside.
Just as the race car was about to crash into the edge of the flower bed.
That feeling of being watched returned.
Cold, obscure, devoid of any emotion.
Like the lens of a high-powered camera, it locked onto him firmly.
It's not an illusion.
The Herrscher of the Void's spatial perception is more acute than the most sophisticated radar, even if it's only a weak version; you still have to consider who the target is.
The source of the line of sight clearly points to the beige apartment building at the street corner.
The second window from the right on the third floor.
The curtains were drawn, so you couldn't see inside.
The other party was very well hidden, and did not exude any hostility or murderous intent.
Purely observing oneself.
It's like assessing the value of an item.
Who could it be? Is it coming for me?
Zhou Ye's mind raced as he analyzed all the possibilities.
But his hands didn't stop moving.
Instead, they became even more involved.
He deliberately made the remote-controlled race car make a sharp turn in front of the flower bed, performing a more flashy maneuver.
Spinning rapidly in place.
The tires rubbed against the ground, making a slight squeaking sound.
Then, his finger "twitched".
The race car crashed straight into a lamppost.
"boom!"
A crisp sound of plastic colliding rang out.
Of course, this was a sound effect he simulated using his powers.
The race car's shell cracked open with several gaps, and one tire tilted to one side.
"oops!"
Zhou Ye cried out in frustration and rushed over.
He crouched down and carefully picked up the "damaged" race car.
They pretended to inspect the "damaged" parts.
My fingers traced over those "cracks".
"Tsk, it broke as soon as I bought it, it's really not durable."
He complained in a low voice, just loud enough for anyone with a possible eavesdropping device or someone from the mysterious side to hear him.
At the same time, he glanced at the apartment window out of the corner of his eye without making a sound.
That elusive gaze vanished.
It was as if it had never existed.
well.
The other party was very cautious and patient.
The fact that he "scared them away" in this way indicates that the other party does not want to be exposed for the time being, or that they are not yet ready for direct contact.
Judging from the intensity of what I just observed, the opponent's strength should be limited.
At least, it's still within my control.
temporary……
Zhou Ye sneered inwardly.
Let's play this hide-and-seek game for now.
Let's see who loses patience first.
He stuffed the "broken" race car back into his backpack.
He stood up and patted off non-existent dust from his trouser legs.
He continued walking towards home.
Their footsteps returned to their previous rhythm, even appearing somewhat light and quick.
It was as if the little incident on the road earlier, and the unpleasantness between her and Zhu Nai, were just insignificant ripples in ordinary life.
The setting sun cast a long shadow of him.