Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 186 - 186 2 They are in class_2

186: Chapter 2: They are in class_2 186: Chapter 2: They are in class_2 Qiluo finally settled down after getting her answer, and Gongsun Ce was about to pretend to listen to the class—

Poke, poke, poke.

The girl sitting beside him poked his arm with the tip of her finger.

Don’t push your luck, woman!

For a moment, Gongsun Ce nearly bellowed out the kind of rude line that brawny characters from the last century would say.

Oh God, can’t this kid keep quiet for a while?

We’re in class.

Look at the classmate in front—they are flirting with their girlfriend ever so politely…

Ah, skip that; look at the row even further in front: they’re on their phone, but still much more polite…

Gongsun Ce felt an unusual sense of defeat.

Isn’t there a single person who could serve as a positive role model to educate Qiluo?

Damn it, are all the students in the last rows by the edge of the classroom slackers like him?

He turned his head, and wrote on the paper with his white matter: “What’s up?”

Qiluo was adjusting her collar.

Having regained her memory, she finally had some common sense and didn’t wear that show outfit that made people wonder where to look to the university lecture.

Today she wore a black uniform jacket and a pink skirt, and the red tie resting on her prominently displayed chest made her look somewhat more…

Acceptable than before.

Dammit, this must be on purpose.

This snug-looking top!

This half-tucked tie!

It’s hard not to suspect you’re trying to rile up the hormones of young men, a professional habit of being an idol, perhaps?

She seemed a bit apprehensive yet hopeful as she asked, “Gongsun Ce, how do I look in this outfit today?”

Don’t ask me.

How are you supposed to respond—no, write—in this situation?

If she hears “It makes one ponder deeply” after giving you that “I dressed meticulously, so I must look good” look, she’ll cry, won’t she?

But that look made it impossible for him to lie with a clear conscience!

Gongsun Ce wrote seriously with his white matter: “I think it suits you well.”

Qiluo clasped her hands together, appearing quite satisfied with the comment.

Gongsun Ce sighed deeply, now he could finally listen to the class for a few minutes—

He noticed that the classroom seemed a bit quieter than before, and the Principal was looking at him unfavorably.

“Mr.

Gongsun.” The balding middle-aged man leaned on the lectern and said, “I’ve noticed you’ve used your superpower several times during class.

I think you understand, according to the school’s policy, I am entitled to restrict your personal movements in the name of ‘self-defense.’ But I don’t believe you are the kind of student to attack the lecturer—so, may I ask what you are planning to do?”

A low chuckle spread through the classroom as Gongsun Ce grimaced and stood up: “Sorry, sir, I was taking notes.

As you know, I’m used to doing things with my powers.”

“Then surely you remember the main hypothesis on the formation of Zero Island’s terrain?

Mind sharing your notes with us?”

We’re all freshmen here; why so serious?

Are you an education inspector from the Academic Affairs Office coming to spot check and ask questions!

Oh, you’re the Principal—no problem then.

Gongsun Ce racked his brains to pull out the trivia knowledge stored in his mind, hoping to get away with it based on what he’d read in the past.

He heard a whisper from beside him, Qiluo reminding him, “Gongsun Ce, the direct cause was the Phantom Light Disaster of 1709.

The prevailing theory for the underlying cause is…”

The Superpower User pushed up his glasses and answered with great confidence, “The direct cause was the Phantom Light Disaster of 1709, sir.

The mainstream conjecture posits that a large-scale giant dragon phenomenon that occurred on Zero Island before the Yong Guang Calendar, in conjunction with the Phantom Light Disaster, had an unknown synergistic effect on the transformation of the terrain, giving Zero Island its three-tiered, unnatural landscape.”

Onowell nodded and said, “Essentially correct, Mr.

Gongsun.

I’m pleased you’ve been paying attention in class.

Next time, please remember not to use superpowers in class unless it’s a practical experiment session.”

The young man with grey hair gave a thumbs-up to Qiluo and sat down, relieved.

Qiluo seemed to remember every word the Principal had said.

How nice it would have been to have this kind of memory during high school, to be able to chat and listen to class simultaneously.

“My memory is pretty good, huh~” Qiluo remarked proudly.

It would be strange if your memory as an Information Life Form were worse than that of the average person.

Gongsun Ce grumbled to himself as he looked towards the lectern.

It seemed that the question he had just been asked had sparked the Principal’s teaching spirit, and the renowned educator was planning to call on someone at random—a method known as the ‘random roll call’ to challenge someone to answer his next question.

“I think it’s a good idea to take this opportunity to check on your previous learning progress.” The Principal picked up a list, randomly selected a name, and read: “Miss Kaldesia Spencer.”

Several stifled laughs echoed through the classroom, as those who noticed the absence of the young lady in the hat realized the fact Kaldesia had skipped class.

Gongsun Ce struggled to hold back his laughter; halfway through, he realized he needed to cover for his friend…

otherwise, the earnest old educator might very well dock her entire course participation grade.

Onowell repeated sternly, “Miss Kaldesia Spencer?”

Gongsun Ce desperately mouthed to the girl beside him: “Quick, Qiluo, turn into her!”

Qiluo gaped and pointed to herself: “Me?!”

“Quick, quick, quick!”

Qiluo, with a strained effort, tapped her forehead (this time controlling the smoke effects commonly seen in magical girl transformations), stood up, and raised her hand, saying, “I’m here, sir.”

To Gongsun Ce, Qiluo didn’t change at all, but he saw the shocked expressions on the faces of the nosy students and knew Qiluo’s Illusion Technique had worked.

Onowell’s voice carried a note of clear suspicion.

“Miss Spencer…

Were you sitting here before?”

Qiluo’s eyes darted around, and she perfectly mimicked the voice of the girl known for her hat.