TYMIMA Chapter 15

Lance had never been so speechless in his life.

 

Just as he looked over, the person on the gymnasium roof, for whatever reason, put the MP3 in his pocket.

 

With that person’s lowering motion, the faint blue barrier floating in front of him also bent down.

 

When he straightened up, the barrier immediately flattened out like an obedient pug.

 

This barrier looked extremely familiar to Lance, so familiar that it should be the same one someone had used in the classroom that morning.

 

This color, this luster, this transparency, this effect—more authentic than a genuine product verification.

 

The corner of Lance’s lips twitched slightly.

 

He wasn’t actually surprised that Zhan Pingchuan wanted to kill Boras and Kluova. After all, on the first day of school, Zhan Pingchuan had clashed with Erdiff, and on the playground, Erdiff had indeed intended to kill Zhan Pingchuan. So once the scene was restored, Zhan Pingchuan would be the prime suspect.

 

He was just surprised at how this person could be so reckless, committing crimes in broad daylight, without any caution, courting death everywhere.

 

“Young Master, what did you see?” Mad Clown leaned against a wutong tree, spinning the ring necklace on his finger, appearing both bored and anxious.

 

Lance exhaled lightly, his eyes still looking in Zhan Pingchuan’s direction, flashing with a faint light: “You don’t need to act anymore.”

 

Actually, the most troublesome person was Boras. Being so acutely sensitive to sound was almost like having precognitive abilities. Any attack Lance and Mad Clown launched, he would have ample time to dodge.

 

“What’s going on?” Mad Clown’s greasepaint-covered lips drooped, his face showing confusion.

 

Lance raised the gun, tilting his head slightly toward his right shoulder. A strand of hair that had escaped from the silk ribbon fell on his nose bridge. His eyes slightly upturned, he aimed the gun at the unsuspecting Kluova through the 8x scope.

 

The tips of his eyelashes entangled with his hair, adding a touch of bewitchment to his expression. His index finger pressed on the trigger as he said meaningfully: “I have a better weapon now.”

 

On the gymnasium roof.

 

When Zhan Pingchuan lowered his head to pocket the MP3, he smiled mockingly. This level of sound localization was about what he had mastered in elementary school.

 

Under the “scientific” education of Old Zhan and the manager, whenever he encountered such situations, he would involuntarily think of feather dusters, belts, and slipper soles. With the gratitude of a crow returning the kindness of its parents or a lamb kneeling to suckle, he could always quickly locate the target and kill with one shot.

 

No wonder the ancients said a happy childhood heals a lifetime.

 

From Boras emitting low-frequency standing waves to Zhan Pingchuan confirming his exact location took just thirty short seconds.

 

The sound waves came from the parking lot direction, where dozens of cars were conspicuously parked.

 

Zhan Pingchuan quickly scanned each car, finding that most windows had privacy film, and with the sun’s reflection, it was impossible to see if anyone was inside.

 

His gaze slid directly from the windows to the tires.

 

From his elevated position, the view was indeed good. He quickly discovered that in the entire parking lot, only one car’s tires showed significantly more compression.

 

Someone was in the car!

 

Zhan Pingchuan pondered—on such a hot day, with the engine off and no one getting out, it could only mean the person didn’t particularly want to live.

 

Since they didn’t want to live, as a good youth of the new era, Desert City’s annual role model, he must think what others think, be urgent about what others are urgent about, and with a burning heart eager to help others, assist Boras in completing his final journey.

 

He simply removed the barrier in front of him, allowing the standing waves to hit him unhindered.

 

The malicious sound waves penetrated his clothes, tugging at his blood cells, causing his internal organs to vibrate slightly.

 

But Zhan Pingchuan just stood with his hands in his pockets, tilted his head, and smiled in Boras’s direction.

 

Suddenly, the faint blue barrier appeared suspended above Boras’s car. In a flash, before Boras could react, the barrier cleaved down from the sky like an invincible cutting machine, slicing the sedan straight in two!

 

Dust rose, and the black business sedan made cracking sounds of malfunction. With the fall of a certain screw, the car split open with a crash!

 

Sunlight blazed, blood misted the air.

 

Boras opened his eyes in terror. He was about to use [Voice Print Capture] to confirm the impending danger when he felt a cool breeze above his head. Then, his facial features and the back of his head split apart like banana peel in two different directions.

 

“Boras? What’s happening over there?”

 

Kluova pressed her earpiece, her brow furrowed, a sense of foreboding rising from the depths of her heart.

 

Since entering the school, she hadn’t received any information from Boras for a long time.

 

Perhaps sensing the smell of blood, Kluova left the hesitant student behind and looked into the distance.

 

However, something seemed to pierce the air—a black dot was rapidly approaching her. Her mind went blank, the smell of blood and gunpowder precisely shattering her visual palace.

 

Thud!

 

Kluova staggered several steps from the tremendous inertia. She tremblingly raised her hand to touch the blood gushing from between her eyebrows.

 

Her throat convulsed, making strange sounds: “That was…”

 

A sniper rifle.

 

“Aaaaaahhhhh!” The student screamed shrilly, watching as the familiar male teacher before him transformed into a blonde, blue-eyed stranger. This woman, shot between the eyebrows, her face covered in blood, collapsed with a “thud” in front of him. “Someone’s dead! The teacher changed gender! Help!”

 

The student scrambled away in terror.

 

“Shut up! Don’t shout!”

 

“Blue Pivot inspection team on duty!”

 

A large number of inspection team members rushed over with guns and shields, quickly surrounding Kluova’s corpse. Shouts, gunshots, sirens, and communication sounds chaotically overlapped, like water poured into hot oil, crackling and exploding.

 

“Come look at Officer Boras!”

 

“Officer Boras is also in trouble!”

 

Another thunderous sound made the inspection team members’ nerves twitch, cold sweat instantly soaking through their bulletproof vests.

 

How could Officer Boras also be…?

 

“Immediately lock down the school! Search for traces of the suspect! One team, follow me to rescue Officer Boras!”

 

They said rescue, but they knew the person was beyond saving. The destructive power of the ability was horrifying and terrifying, making the scene almost nauseating.

 

“Inform the principal, from now on, all Star University faculty and students must wait for investigation!”

 

Endless Blue Pivot inspection team vehicles drove into the campus, surrounding the school completely!

 

On the administrative building, the principal slipped on his sandals and rushed out of his office in a hurry, not even having time to put on his hairpiece.

 

On the way from the principal’s office to the scene, he happened to meet He Jing’en, the dean of the Attribute College. He Jing’en good-naturedly advised: “Principal, slow down, at least put on your hair.”

 

The principal hurriedly waved his hand, with a helpless expression, and said frankly: “I deliberately didn’t bring it. I was waiting for him to show off, but now the person is gone. Since he’s gone, for the sake of the Federation government, I should at least appear enthusiastic.”

 

He Jing’en couldn’t help laughing: “No wonder you’re the principal.”

 

The principal sighed: “It’s all about social niceties. You should at least show your face too?”

 

He Jing’en quickly declined: “No thanks, I don’t have that ambition. I’m quite content just idling away my days.”

 

The principal knew he was used to being idle and didn’t press further. So he messed up his hair a bit more, put on an anguished expression, and shouted loudly: “Are the two officers alright? Please hang in there!”

 

His voice was resounding, penetrating the corridors. Someone immediately responded from downstairs: “Principal, please accept our condolences! The two officers are probably…”

 

The principal acted as if he had lost his parents, wringing his hands and sighing: “Oh, the officers—”

 

He Jing’en watched the principal run off, then clasped his hands behind his back, his gaze profound as he looked toward the playground.

 

Dusk approached, and the wind blowing through the window lattice lifted his kung fu suit, flipping up a section of his sleeve, revealing a luminous glow at his fingertips.

 

That glow flashed briefly, and a rich ability pheromone surged out, causing the window lattice to shake violently before finally subsiding.

 

He withdrew his fingers into his sleeve, his mood relaxed, smiling and shaking his head: “Still a child after all, acting without thinking of the consequences.”

 

Everything had settled.

 

When he saw Kluova fall, Zhan Pingchuan raised his eyebrows, as expected.

 

The White Pharaoh was hiding in the shadows, observing everything. He knew this and had intentionally or unintentionally acquiesced to this cooperation.

 

But his plan to capture someone for interrogation had fallen through. Even the sniper rifle was silenced, making it difficult to locate.

 

In a way, he had been thoroughly used by the other party. If he hadn’t killed Boras first, the other party might have been hindered for much longer.

 

Zhan Pingchuan ground his teeth in the dark. No matter how you looked at it, he had lost out. He hadn’t killed Erdiff, he hadn’t learned the truth about the rebellion suppression, and now he was unwillingly in the same boat with that White Pharaoh.

 

Boat.

 

Zhan Pingchuan spat and pondered that sooner or later, he would catch this cunning fox and rid the public of this menace.

 

For some reason, he suddenly thought of Lance at this moment.

 

Lance had fox-like eyes, with slightly pointed inner corners and upturned outer corners, but those eyes were much clearer and purer, without a trace of cunning.

 

So the difference between people truly is like a vast chasm.

 

As Zhan Pingchuan was savoring those amber eyes, he suddenly remembered that the freshly showered little cutie was eagerly waiting in bed for lamb and radish shumai.

 

Holy shit!

 

He quickly checked his watch and found that an hour had already passed.

 

Even if the wheat was just being planted now, it should have been bought back by now!

 

Zhan Pingchuan pinched the bridge of his nose hard, jumped off the building, and without a second’s hesitation, headed straight for the cafeteria, stepping on barriers.

 

He swore he had never run this fast in his life. Even rushing to deliver his wife to give birth couldn’t be faster than this.

 

Arriving at the cafeteria like a gust of wind, Zhan Pingchuan lifted his hood brim, revealing his damp sideburns.

 

Sweat beads rolled down his well-defined jaw, leaving sexy water marks on his wheat-colored neck. He ran a hand through his dyed hair, his wrist causing the two turquoise pendants on his ear bone to jingle.

 

The cafeteria was packed with people, with long queues at each window extending to the outside door, but only the shumai window was deserted, clearly having sold its last portion.

 

But there’s nothing money can’t solve. If there is, it’s because there’s not enough money.

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s sharp eyes spotted a small Omega leaving the shumai window with a takeout box.

 

This small Omega was quite particular, having tied the plastic bag with a butterfly knot, with two pairs of chopsticks inserted on top.

 

Zhan Pingchuan walked over and grabbed the Omega’s arm. His eyes fixed firmly on the shumai, his expression pained, his tone sincere: “Classmate, since my mother passed away, I haven’t eaten the lamb and radish shumai she used to make. It’s been ten years, and I never expected to smell that familiar aroma here today. Classmate, I have an unreasonable request. Could you sell the shumai to me? I’ll thank you on behalf of my future wi… I mean, on behalf of my mother.”

 

Tang Li opened his eyes wide in disbelief: “Zhan… Zhan Pingchuan?!”

 

“You know me?” Zhan Pingchuan raised an eyebrow, abandoning all dignity to continue his nonsense. “You can see that I’m just this kind of deeply emotional, hot-blooded young man. Just a portion of shumai can make my emotions surge and my eyes fill with tears. Surely you can’t bear to refuse?”

 

Tang Li: “……”

 

Tang Li: “Wasn’t your heart as cold as Kilimanjaro? Has it melted again?”

 

Zhan Pingchuan: “……”

 

He seemed to remember who was standing in front of him.

 

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