Chapter 50, Word Spirit Mirror

After learning that he could not get help from Zero,
Although Zhuo has tried every means to concentrate on studying and rely solely on his own strength to cope with the exam.

But he still failed.
There was no way. He always had a distracted feeling, as if there was a wheat awn pointing at his forehead, or as if there was a hungry tiger watching him from behind. He could never calm down.

So Zhuo took it by surprise and turned back suddenly.

Ling was still standing silently behind him, acting as a scarecrow. Her expression was hidden by her bangs and could not be seen clearly, but one thing was certain: this bad guy was plotting against him!
However, Ling quickly raised his head, his face returning to his usual expressionless look, making it impossible for Zhuo to point out the truth.

What bad thoughts can kittens have?

This sentence popped up in Zhuo's heart reasonably.

Having said that, even if Zhuo really discovered that Zero's gaze was too intimidating, he couldn't really blame Zero.

Firstly, even though Ling kept saying that he was taking care of him for the sake of the mission, a favor is a favor, and Zhuo has always been the one who received the favor in his relationship with Ling.

Secondly, his previous avoidance of the question was too obvious, and further investigation might bring up the previous topic again.

Zhuo has always been aware that it is impolite to peek at Ling when he passes by his seat. He always admits his mistakes frankly. If Ling asks him to apologize for this matter, he will not be stubborn but will apologize generously.

As for not doing that again in the future...

I've already apologized, what else do you want?

No wonder this combo was mastered by the 21st century flower-growing women. It turned out to be so smooth to use. Zhuo understood them instantly.

The last reason is also the most important one.

...Zhuo felt that he could not beat her.

"It's so annoying, so annoying, so annoying," Zhuo took the initiative to avoid looking at Ling, scratching his head and complaining: "I need help off the field."

As he spoke, Zhuo slid out his cell phone from his desk pocket. It had been neglected for a long time and was already starting to sulk.

His cell phone was also an old-fashioned one with buttons, and it didn't have a password.

Press the key in the upper right corner, followed by the # key, to exit the lock screen mode... There is no Line, and there are only a few simple names in the phone book. Although he doesn't have many friends, there are three people he can choose to ask for help!

"You want a friend to teach you your lessons?" Ling suddenly spoke up.

"Well... probably, because you won't."

Zhuo turned around and looked at her. He didn't understand what Ling's eyes meant. He always felt that she was looking at him as if she was looking at a single-celled Paramecium... It was an illusion, it must be an illusion.

"I'm still here." Zero said coldly.

"Ah? Yes~" Zhuo suddenly realized that if he called reinforcements home and saw Ling was also here, things would become a little troublesome.

Zhuo thought for a moment, carefully observing Ling's expression, and suggested in a low voice: "...How about you go back first?"

According to the way the two of them got along in the past, there would not be much communication after dinner, and Ling would just leave naturally.

So Zhuo didn't think this suggestion was rude.

But Zero coldly refused.

"I mean, I can help you too, without anyone else."

"…But you said yourself that you can't teach others."

"I can." Zero said calmly.

She seemed to be saying something that was a matter of course. Without waiting for Zhuo's opinion, she took a step forward, leaned over, bent her slender waist, and took the "Mathematics Textbook" from his hand.

The girl's long light golden hair brushed across her cheeks and shoulders as gently as a spring breeze.

"I'm not trying to seduce you." Ling held the textbook in his hand, without even glancing at him, but he guessed what Zhuo was thinking. Zhuo's YY came to an abrupt end, as if a bucket of ice water mixed with Ling Jing was poured over his head.

He stared at Ling speechlessly, "You are really not cute at all."

"I know, I said I'm not the likable type." Ling was still flipping through the textbook, and judging from the thickness of the pages, she was looking at the table of contents.

Do ordinary people read the catalog when studying?
Hearing Ling deny himself so frankly, Zhuo became speechless.

She probably misunderstood what she meant. The reason why Zhuo said Ling was not cute was because Zhuo clearly felt that Ling deliberately built a wall for himself with thick ice. People outside the wall could only see the ice, feel the cold wind, and the chill.

She did it on purpose.
She did not leave any of her gentleness to the world.

Zhuo wanted to say something, but he couldn't. The words that had already reached his throat were drowned out by the scene before him, and he couldn't make a sound.

Zero's pupils suddenly jumped, like a heartbeat, and then the round pupils turned into golden vertical pupils, a bit like the eyes of a snake, but the eyes of a snake are far less gorgeous than this one.

Zhuo's heart almost stopped beating, he was completely attracted by the color in those eyes.

It's not charm.

It's pressure.

Pressure as heavy as a mountain.

The whole room was illuminated by her eyes in gold. The girl's golden pupils were as bright as the sun.

Ling didn't look at him, but Zhuo was already sweating profusely, his mind was blank, and he even forgot to breathe, as if an ancient giant beast had awakened before his eyes.

In just a moment, this heavy pressure disappeared.

Zero took the initiative to turn around, with his back to him, still holding the "math textbook" in his hand: "Don't look into my eyes."

she reminded.

"...Oh." Zhuo responded blankly.

Is this racial superiority?

The kind of advantage that makes you feel as small as dust and about to be crushed just by looking at each other, even if the other person doesn't even look at you.

This feeling is something I will probably never forget in my lifetime.

Zhuo lowered his head silently. Vegeta and Kakarot on the desktop poster were standing back to back, looking at him together.

From behind came the sound of paper bending, with the pages flipping three times per second, which meant that Zero was reading the book at a speed of three pages per second.

Zero's Word Spirit is the Word Spirit Mirror, which engraves the holder's ability to copy the Word Spirits of the dragons or hybrids around him, even the Word Spirit of the Dragon King, and the strength of the Word Spirit can be close to that of the copied body.

The principle seems to be super analytical ability, first perfect analysis, then perfect copy. It can also be used to analyze mechanical operation, complex circuits, tactical rules, etc., so the holder also has amazing learning ability.

Zero's mirror is even more special. She can even preserve the words she has copied.

Zhuo could imagine that now in Ling's mind, the elementary knowledge described in the textbooks was pouring into her brain at an astonishing speed, just like how she rushed towards the "DShka 1938" with the desire to survive many years ago. The moment she touched the handle of the gun, all the parts of the gun turned into information and entered her mind. She "saw through" it in just a few seconds.

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(End of this chapter)