479: Chapter 12 Every Sentence is True_2 479: Chapter 12 Every Sentence is True_2 “Absolutely not,” Gongsun Ce said.
“I want to eat Yang Mei.”
“Right, it’s obvious.”
“…I want to eat Yang Mei.”
Even if you look at me with that kind of eyes, I’m not going to buy them for you.
“Practice well.” the gray-haired youth said helplessly, “Once you can control it a bit, I’ll take you to eat some.”
Qin Qianbai’s superpower practice continued for quite a while, consuming nearly half of the tissues, and the progress was barely satisfactory.
Gongsun Ce took out his pocket watch, glanced at the time, and noted that it was nearly half past ten.
“Let’s take a break, the doctor is coming.”
“Doctor?”
“A superpower user who is very good at medical treatment, just call her ‘doctor’ when you meet her,” Gongsun Ce put away his pocket watch, “Don’t be so nervous, I called her mainly to check on myself and also to bring you some medicine.”
As the minute hand pointed to 30, there was a timely knock at the door from outside.
Gongsun Ce opened the door with telekinesis: “Please come in.”
Qin Qianbai turned his head to look, a short-haired woman with an indifferent expression stood at the door.
She seemed to be just out of college, with beautiful gray-blue hair, wearing a dark-colored short-sleeved shirt and skirt, with toe-exposed sandals and carrying a small medical kit in her hand.
“Good morning.
There are two patients who have appointments for a home visit…”
Her gaze swept through the room, pausing significantly on the young man with gray hair.
The cool-tempered woman showed a face that could be described as surprised.
“You…”
Please, save me some face in front of the newcomer.
“That’s right, it’s me, I changed my style,” Gongsun Ce deliberately cleared his throat, “Let me introduce you.
This is Qin Qianbai, our neighbor who just moved in yesterday.
She’s newly awakened and not very skilled at controlling her powers, she might need to take some suppressants.
This is the doctor, the most credible underground doctor in the city—if you don’t believe it, you can ask anyone on the street, I have no reason to lie about this kind of information.”
“Hello, doctor.”
Qin Qianbai decided to trust her neighbor’s introduction for the time being and nodded politely at the doctor, but received no response.
She noticed the doctor’s expression becoming even more bizarre.
“…Hello.”
The doctor looked at Gongsun Ce strangely for a while before opening her medical kit.
“Who should start first?”
Gongsun Ce and Qin Qianbai pointed at each other simultaneously.
“Her.” “Him.”
·
The so-called suppressant is a “medicine” specifically prepared for superpower users.
Contrary to what people outside the city might imagine, this medicine is usually taken by ordinary people who are not superpower users—to protect against the information disturbances emitted by superpower users.
Research by those in white coats shows, every superpower user unconsciously emits “anomalous information,” like human-shaped transmitters.
Some of this information can be received by specific devices and is suspected to be related to the powers of the superpower users, though this has yet to be confirmed.
Some superpower users’ “anomalous information” contains highly similar segments, which the white coats have used to classify superpowers based on similarity of information and power manifestation.
“I’m just a dumping ground for unexplained principles…” Gongsun Ce muttered to himself in the hallway.
It’s said that information disturbances can harm ordinary people near superpower users, hence the non-powered citizens of the city must regularly take suppressants to protect themselves.
Superpower users only take suppressants in two situations, the first is when they get approval to leave the city, the second is when their powers are on the verge of going out of control.
Right now, Miss Qin Qianbai undoubtedly belongs to the second situation.
According to common sense, taking some medicine to regulate her physical condition along with a certain dose of suppressants is often the most appropriate choice for newcomers—it greatly reduces their combat effectiveness, but significantly lowers the risk of their powers spiraling out of control.
“Tsk…”
Gongsun Ce recalled the oral suppressant tablets he had taken in Supibia, and this association abruptly soured his mood.
The gray-haired youth leaned silently against the railing in the hallway, listening to the cicadas on the big tree outside.
The insects were calling loudly on the tree, their monotonous sound repeating over and over, becoming annoying.
Just crush that thing, a thought emerged in his mind.
Better yet, cut down the whole tree.
The idea was so tempting, he almost wanted to make it happen.
Then he heard the door open behind him.
Qin Qianbai came out, standing at the doorway of his house.
“Is the doctor finished?
What did she say?”
The girl didn’t speak, just looked at him warily.
“What’s wrong?”
“…Your eyes, they’re very frightening.”
What are you talking about?
Gongsun Ce took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes hard before glaring and saying, “What about now?”
Qin Qianbai seemed to relax.
“Back to normal.”
“Anyone being woken up early and slapped wouldn’t look great either,” Gongsun Ce sighed, “so what did the doctor say?”
“…She prescribed some medicine and oral suppressants.” The girl picked up a small plastic bag, “But, can I trust her?”
“How would I know?
You decide for yourself,” Gongsun Ce yawned, “Who to trust and who not to trust, in the end, you have to judge for yourself.
There are foolish girls deluded by bad men and stupid boys conned by wicked women everywhere; you take a big loss once, and you’ll know who you can trust.”
“So it’s like that.” The young mistress said seriously, “Then, you should be trustworthy.”
This kid really is an idiot.
“Miss, it’s great that you realize this.”
Gongsun Ce purposely changed his tone, speaking softly and unnaturally like an elder.
He took off his glasses, raised his hand to brush the hair on his forehead, and used telekinesis to secure the strands back on his head.
The silver-haired young man changed his image in an instant, turned his head, and started speaking with a superior and eerie smile.
“—It’s good that you learned this lesson; your elders’ efforts were not wasted.
Well, the summer internship is over, please follow me back to the capital.”
“?!”
He clearly caught shock, panic…
and fear in the girl’s eyes.
No mistake, Qin Qianbai felt fear towards her own family.
This wasn’t an emotion typically found in rich young heirs…
her situation really was complex.
“Who exactly are you—”
Gongsun Ce expressionlessly let his hair down, put on his glasses, and reverted to his usual demeanor.
“…
Huh?” The young mistress uttered blankly.
“Huh your head, you idiot!”
Gongsun Ce couldn’t help but knock on her head.
The overly shocked girl even forgot to resist.
“Falling for such an impromptu act, how have you safely survived until now?
I just told you about girls deluded into losses everywhere, and you come at me with ‘I think you can be trusted.’ Did Mr.
Gongsun’s advice fly past your ears?
I told you to be wary and skeptical of everyone!”
Qin Qianbai, holding her forehead, slowly said, “Was it, was it acting?”
“What else?
I’ve been here since this city was founded; I’ve never even been to the capital!”
Gongsun Ce’s new neighbor said pitifully, “The training teachers specially recruited by our family from the intelligence department weren’t as convincing as you…”
“That’s because you hired a fake spy,” Gongsun Ce said without hesitation, “How could real spies deceive worse than me?
And remember, Mr.
Gongsun is not known for his verbal or acting skills—I’m known as the Invisible Ghost in the circles, and superpowers are my expertise.”
Qin Qianbai incredulously hugged her head.
“How could this be…”
Gongsun Ce sighed deeply, deeply.
He knocked on the door panel and called, “Doctor, I need a little help here!”
The young college student with grayish-blue hair stepped to the door.
She rarely smiled, but found it rather amusing.
“Gongsun Ce’s nickname in the City of Sky is ‘Crafty Verbal Trickster’.” The doctor said, “He specializes in manipulating words and deceiving others, often using verbal assault during battles.”
Qin Qianbai looked back and forth between the two, closing and opening her eyes again and again, a clear show of a collapsing worldview.
“Try to be more vigilant, miss,” Gongsun Ce patted his neighbor’s head, “I need to see the doctor.
Go back to your room for now and wait, I’ll take you to buy furniture and Yang Mei later.”
Qin Qianbai nodded blankly and quickly darted back into her house, like a frightened little animal.
Gongsun Ce shrugged and returned to his own home, locking the door using telekinesis.
He sat on the couch and awkwardly hung his head, the previously calm and composed demeanor completely gone.
The doctor still stood at the door, quietly watching him.
“…
Thanks for saving my face.” Gongsun Ce said softly.
“You’re welcome,” the doctor replied, “I couldn’t very well ask in front of the new person why you didn’t call me ‘Sister Zhenfan’.”