Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 121 - 121 31 Frankness·Sharp Review·Music_2

121: Chapter 31 Frankness·Sharp Review·Music_2 121: Chapter 31 Frankness·Sharp Review·Music_2 “Everyone has their weaknesses.

You can certainly reflect on your shortcomings, but never elevate them to the height of ‘I’m just no good,’ because that’s simply giving up on yourself.”

He stood up and drew back the curtains, letting the brilliant sunlight flood into the room, causing Gongsun Ce to squint his eyes.

“Long time no see you this down, was today’s date particularly brutal?”

The gray-haired young man picked the essential points and recounted the whole process he knew about, including Shiyu Lianyi’s final “surprise” prank.

He thought about the riverside conversation that shouldn’t be shared with a third person, so he just mentioned that he talked with him for a while longer before driving back.

Mo Yuankai listened to the whole story, his expression vivid and diverse, but he was not at all surprised by the outcome.

“It wasn’t your fault.

You guys, at most, were just good intentions gone awry, adding a bit of a mess, aggravated by some outsiders who came to stir up trouble, turning everything chaotic.

But ultimately, this outcome can’t be blamed on you.”

He took two bottles of cheap milk tea from the fridge and opened one for himself.

Gongsun Ce wore a worried expression, “I remember when I tried to help you that one time it went very smoothly.”

“Cough!

Cough!

Cough!

Cough!”

The older brother almost sprayed out his milk tea.

After he recovered from his coughing fit, he said, “You have the nerve to mention your glorious past!

If it weren’t for my strong mental resilience, that time could have been disastrous for anyone else!”

“If success has nothing to do with me, and failure has nothing to do with me, it seems I just make up the numbers.”

“That’s not it…” Mo Yuankai set his bottle aside, “We often say personality decides fate, why is that?

Because different personalities determine different ways of doing things, different ways of thinking.

When two people meet, the conflicts that will arise later are already determined by their personalities.

The conflict is like a seed that was planted early on, and its explosion is just a matter of time.

The seed won’t disappear as time progresses, it will just grow gradually, eventually becoming a big tree, breaking the heart open before sprouting.”

Gongsun Ce retorted unconvinced.

“It sounds like everyone must fight to be.”

“It’s just like that.” The information trader clenched both fists and smashed them together, “See, communication is a collision of hearts.

Compatible parts merge together.

But parts that are too different, too incompatible, the larger the collision, the more devastating the shattering.

People are fundamentally different, even the best of friends and the most loving couples always have a day that will hurt each other.”

And now you’re talking like Qiluo.

Are you planning to venture into animation for young girls, big brother.

“What does this have to do with dating?”

“It matters a lot.

How do I date?

I go after girls, right?”

Mo Yuankai leaned cheerfully onto the back of the sofa, “She’s beautiful, glamorous, has a background, has a profession, unapproachably high.

Me, just a broke student, no steady job, no time to accumulate, can’t even recite a poem properly.

Wow, worlds apart!

I feel so insecure.”

Gongsun Ce, with raised eyebrows, said, “I didn’t notice you feeling insecure back then.”

“You can’t act insecure when you’re making a move, what can you do?

If you like someone, you have to go after them actively, being rejected may be embarrassing but it’s better than bottling it up inside.

If I fail, my heart would definitely shatter from the collision—what’s so scary about that?

If it fails, just glue it back together with some adhesive, stand up, and keep going.”

“Ah Ce, why do you think I was successful?

Of course, your help played a part, but a bigger reason is that I’m not afraid of a broken heart.

Even if it breaks, no big deal, just glue it and hold up, stand up and continue.”

The older brother sipped his milk tea and smacked his lips.

“But Shiyu and Spencer can’t do that.

Shiyu came out of that hellish research institute, and his heart had already shattered, shattered countless times.

He can’t afford another failure, if it shatters again, it really can’t be glued back together—this is just my personal opinion, though; you know him better, you might have something to add.”

The gray-haired young man shook his head, indicating no objections.

“Spencer, well, we’re quite familiar!

Only the wrong names are given, not the wrong nicknames, why does everyone call her the Red Lion?

Ferocious, violent, proud, parading around like a lion, no one dares to provoke her.

Look at her, she has many friends, but how many does she really connect with deeply?

Before Shiyu Lianyi came along, just you and the doctor, I count as a half, that’s all.”

Only a fragile soul would shield itself with a violent exterior.

Knowing deep down one’s true nature, one cannot tolerate others’ words.

The sharpest, most hurtful remarks are always the truth.

“She’s so lonely.

A lion goes home to a lioness, but she goes home to nothing.

So she picks up all sorts of bizarre people from outside, trying to escape this boring life, hoping to encounter something interesting, hoping for a friend who can always stay by her side and understand her.

Each time she picks someone up, she’s disappointed, until finally, finally she picked up Shiyu.

It’s so hard for her to let go!”

The information dealer slammed his fists together, exaggerating the spread of his hands.

“Two fragile people collide, and just like that, they shatter.”

Gongsun Ce rubbed his head in distress, his brother was eloquent on this matter, but he couldn’t objectively comment on his own friends.

“She probably found another one…”

“I know.

An Xin, her new tenant, is still on an assignment.”

He began to wonder who exactly was assigning tasks to Shiyu Ling.

It made sense, upon reflection, for an information dealer with close government ties to assign some tasks to a new recruit.

Today’s meltdown of two friends, the once-mad Shiyu Ling, Miss Qin not returning his messages…

“Everyone is so awkward.”

His brother glanced at him sideways, clicking his tongue twice, but said nothing.

What a reaction.

Compared to them, Mr.

Gongsun must be straightforward, healthy, and strong.

“Are you gearing up to criticize me?”

“Sharp criticism like that isn’t something one should say in front of others.

How excessive must a person be to point fingers and make comments in someone’s face?”

The first person Gongsun Ce thought of who fit this description was—

“Yan Qi.”

“Hahaha.

Oh!

You’re right.”

The information dealer couldn’t hold back.

“Alright, alright, let’s drop that topic.

How are you feeling now?”

“I’ve always been positive, lively, and cheerful.”

“If you still have the energy to spout nonsense, then you’re fine.

Come on, listen to this song.”

The information dealer turned on the TV, and a crisp, pleasant female voice emanated from the living room’s speaker system.

It was a song he had heard several times over the past few days, one Qiluo often hummed, Silent Snow Night.

He patiently listened to the entire song.

The original singer’s voice was much more pleasing than Qiluo’s, a kind of delightful that he would add to his playlist without hesitation after the first listen.

“Nice, isn’t it?

Where did you find it?

I searched for ages and just couldn’t find this track.”

His brother fiddled with the remote control.

“I had to put in some effort.

I checked the records, performed voice recognition, and the results were quite unexpected.

Then I hacked a few databases before I finally found a clue.”

“This song is from an album that’s going to be released next month, the album’s name is…”

Gongsun Ce heard a name he was all too familiar with.

“Qiluo.”