112: Chapter 112 The older sister in the back seat looked just like a cat that had stolen a fish.
Yun Zhuo scratched his head; he had just looked back at Elder Teacher Su before Younger Teacher Su cupped his face and forced him to turn back.
"Why are you looking at my sister? Tell me, is my first form cool or not?"
"Cool! A Road Knight speeding on the highway in a super cool sports car is every boy's dream."
"Hmph." Younger Teacher Su gave a light huff and looked back at Elder Teacher Su. "Sister, do you want a ride?"
"Next time. I've already made plans with Xiao Zhuo this time; you can't have me break my word, can you?"
"Hmm?" Younger Teacher Su immediately furrowed her brows.
"Are you jealous? You're actually jealous of Xiao Zhuo and me?"
"Nonsense, he's my boyfriend." As she spoke, she pulled Yun Zhuo over and grabbed his arm.
"I'm not stealing your boyfriend, but he's also my War Spirit Master, right? We're in a breaking-in period; shouldn't we have more interaction?"
"And the three of us are one combat unit. You wouldn't want me to hold you back on the battlefield, would you?"
"Save your grand theories. Have you forgotten? We sisters have been telepathic since we were kids; neither of us can fool the other."
"You..."
Seeing her thoughts exposed by her younger sister, Elder Teacher Su's face couldn't help but turn red.
"Alright, alright." Yun Zhuo felt it was time to step in. "What's there for you two sisters to argue about? Aren't you afraid of hurting your relationship?"
"Shut up," the two sisters said in unison, showing real rapport.
"Did you always argue like this before?"
The sisters didn't speak, which was a tacit admission.
Yun Zhuo continued, "Then how was it finally resolved?"
The sisters looked at each other. In the end, they'd have a cold war until their anger cooled down, then they'd make up.
Yun Zhuo saw that neither was speaking again. "How about I give you an idea? I'll just say it, and you can just listen, how about it?"
Seeing the sisters look over, Yun Zhuo said, "Rock-paper-scissors. Even a child knows how to do it; I don't need to teach you, right?"
"It's useless," Younger Teacher Su said. "She knows what I'm going to throw."
Elder Teacher Su nodded. "And she knows what I'm going to throw."
"Then can't you just not think about it? Can't you just throw based on instinct?"
"That works?"
"Yeah, and add one more rule: whoever is slower loses."
The sisters looked at each other, both seeing interest in the other's eyes.
If this really worked, they wouldn't need cold wars to settle differences anymore.
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
Younger Teacher Su threw scissors, while Elder Teacher Su threw paper. Both widened their eyes.
It actually worked.
"Ha, I won."
Younger Teacher Su waved her scissors-hand, looking smug.
Elder Teacher Su looked at her paper with disdain, as if losing was entirely the hand's fault.
Then she looked up at her sister. "I want to eat pine nut fish tonight."
"No problem. Want a ride?"
"Yes, take me to buy the fish, so you don't try to fool me with small fish."
As Younger Teacher Su's first form unfolded, she transformed into an even cooler Racing-type Light-wing Aircraft.
The silver-white streamlined body looked like a shuttle polished by the wind.
The edges of the long, narrow footboards were embedded with glowing light strips. The black saddle was wrapped in reflective material, and the handlebars emitted a cold, ice-blue light.
Light wings suddenly unfurled from the middle of the vehicle—double-layered, glowing white membranes with star-like particles at the edges.
To feel her speed, one had to fly higher—at least a hundred meters up.
The moment it started, the light wings stretched back into sharp blades. The tail thrusters spat out rose-red flames, and even the rotating levitation wheels trailed circular light tracks. The whole vehicle looked like it was flying wrapped in flames.
Elder Teacher Su on the back seat held Yun Zhuo tightly, burying her head in his back and repeatedly saying, "Xiao Zhuo, slow down, slow down..."
She felt like her hair was about to be blown off by the wind.
"I'm already slow enough. It's her who's fast; I can't help it."
With an Imperial Rank speed base plus the boost from level twenty-three, Teacher Su's current speed was truly no joke.
Plus, she intentionally wanted to show off in front of her sister.
In the time it took to say a few words, the three had already rushed out of the city, nearly getting shot down by the City Defense Cannons.
Why 'nearly'? Because ordinary shells couldn't catch up.
By the time the High-energy Ion Cannons were activated, a call came from above saying those were students from Imperial Capital Martial Arts University and firing was prohibited.
At the university, Su Zixing put down the phone and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
He'd heard long ago that Little Yuan's talent had been upgraded by that kid. He'd thought it was Heaven Rank High Grade, but seeing this speed today, it was definitely more.
Could there really be a higher rank of talent above Heaven Rank High Grade?
Were those old scholars researching old world ruins not talking nonsense after all?
Should he tell Su Jingzhou about this?
Su Zixing thought about it and finally gave up on the idea.
Aside from whether he'd believe it, even if he did, he probably wouldn't change his opinion of that kid Yun Zhuo.
In the early morning, the sisters, now in tight Tactical Suits, were playing rock-paper-scissors again. Today, the three were preparing to set off for Central Heaven City.
The older sister lost again, but this time she didn't accept the loss.
"No way, you fly too fast. You almost got us shot down by the City Defense Cannons yesterday."
Thinking of that, Yun Zhuo also felt a wave of lingering fear.
Yesterday, if the city defense army had switched cannons and fired again, the three of them would have certainly been obliterated.
"Teacher Su, we're going to Central Heaven City via the Portal, not on foot. It's a waste of your speed."
"Don't worry, I'll fly slower today, okay?"
"Are you sure?" Yun Zhuo and Elder Teacher Su looked at her suspiciously.
Younger Teacher Su raised her hand. "I swear."
The two decided to trust her one more time.
This time, Younger Teacher Su transformed into a motorcycle. Though it was a sports-style one, its lines were as sharp as a blade cutting through the wind. The red-and-white paint gleamed in the morning sun with a cold luster, just like their Tactical Suits.
Since it was running on the ground, no matter how fast it was, it shouldn't be too bad.
Elder Teacher Su, in her Tactical Suit, lightly sat on the back seat, her arms gently encircling Yun Zhuo's waist. As soon as they were close, she couldn't help but quietly sniff.
A clean scent, like a white shirt that had just been in the sun mixed with a faint minty soap fragrance—not flashy, but exceptionally alluring.
The moment the scent entered her nose, an uncontrollable blush spread across her cheeks.
Luckily, Yun Zhuo didn't look back and couldn't see the bashfulness on her face.
She quietly curled her lips and tightened her arms around Yun Zhuo's waist, rubbing that burning shyness into the warmth of her palms.
With the roar of the engine, the three sped out of the school gates.
A faint halo lit up on Yun Zhuo and Younger Teacher Su.
Level twenty-four.
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Nun Village, a small village built in the ruins of the old world.
With a population of over a thousand, it was considered a small village in the desert.
Inside were all solemn and simple nuns, wearing black robes with tight belts and white wimples that wrapped around their faces, necks, and chins, covering most of their hair, with black veils over them.
Normally, they should wear crosses around their necks to symbolize their faith.
But in fact, they wore Guanyin Statues around their necks. Can you believe it?
Furthermore, this village had no elderly and no children; they were all adult women in their twenties or thirties.
They looked like a group of ordinary people, but none of the Gold Farmers or Adventurers making a living in this area thought they were ordinary.
Because everyone who thought they were ordinary was dead.