Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 197 - 197 6 24 Hours Part 2

197: Chapter 6: 24 Hours Part 2 197: Chapter 6: 24 Hours Part 2 Gongsun Ce nodded seriously, “To think such a thing could happen, my ignorance has been laid bare.

Then, following Miss Bysshe’s customs, how should I order?”

“You, you, you…”

“Don’t be nervous, miss, take it one word at a time.” The grey-haired young man comforted her, “What’s wrong with me?”

“—You just wait, Gongsun Ce!!!”

The ear-piercing scream pierced through every customer’s eardrum in the restaurant, and in an instant, there was silence in the family eatery.

The child at the next table, startled by the screech, dropped his spoon to the ground with a clang.

Dust Explosion, dressed in a waiter’s uniform, dashed out the door, leaving two diners looking at each other, at a loss for words.

This time, Gongsun Ce asked sincerely, “…So, what’s wrong with me?”

“I don’t understand.” The young lady looked out the window at the retreating figure of the purple-haired woman, “Maybe this is just a cross-cultural thing.”

Some ten minutes later.

Because of the unpleasant incident that just occurred, the manager (a short, plump middle-aged woman in her forties) gave Gongsun Ce’s table a fifteen percent discount.

This kind-faced woman from Zero Island brought over the food, chattering away: “I’m terribly sorry something like this has happened…

I thought Little Yun had grown up a bit, which is why I let her attend to customers alone these last days.

That child, really, sigh.”

Qin Qianbai propped up her smile with her fingers, “It’s not the manager’s fault.”

“There’s no need for you to blame yourself.” Gongsun Ce curiously asked, “Speaking of which, I feel that she…

Little Yun?

doesn’t seem to like her job that much.

Why does she come here then?

It’s fine if it’s inconvenient to say.”

The short plump manager waved her hand, “There’s nothing inconvenient about it; you’ve seen it many times, right?

It’s that kind of thing, where a child is punished by the teachers and has to come to work in the shop.”

The two of them voiced, “Oh~~” in unison, feeling enlightened.

So Dust Explosion was under a forced social labor re-education.

The thought was simply too funny.

“She even does this type of thing in college, which is quite rare.”

“Isn’t that the truth, sigh.” the matron from Zero Island lamented, “On her very first day, she was saying she’d blow us all up.

I told her if she used her powers, her head would fall off, and only then was she reluctantly willing to communicate.”

This shop has been in Thorn District for six years,

and the store owner—this plain-speaking, kind-hearted old citizen of the city—casually mentioned “heads falling off.”

“You’re hiding some skills there.”

“Don’t tease me, Little Ce!

How could a big mama like me ever fight or kill anyone?

It’s all made possible by the equipment provided by the officials.

They said it’s a restraining ring that can explode when certain conditions are met.

Technology sure is convenient nowadays.”

After a bit of small talk with the two of them, the matron went off to tend to the business.

The grey-haired young man kind of wanted to ask the opposite cold weapons expert what she thought—about whether the matron was a hidden melee master—but considering the question had nothing to do with his lunch, he sensibly decided not to ask.

Gongsun Ce focused on his lunch; today’s meal was a pork chop set meal.

He used telekinesis to cut the pork chop into small pieces, nervously glancing at Miss Qin, fearful she might come up with some prank ideas again.

Qin Qianbai was staring at his plate, and upon noticing that, he quickly shrank back.

“Qin, Qin Miss?”

“Here’s a new directive for Ah Ce.”

Here it comes!

As expected!

An indescribable sense of crisis made his hair stand on end, what on earth was this girl planning?!

“Fork a piece of pork chop and feed…”

At this point, Qin Qianbai suddenly turned her head away.

No, no.

Surely you don’t intend to have me feed Dust Explosion, do you?!

That could be life-threatening!!

Gongsun Ce swallowed hard, “Feed, feed what?”

“…Feed the little cat at the door.”

The superpower user slumped weakly on the booth.

“Thank you…

for sparing my lips.”

Qin Qianbai’s face was as expressionless as ever.

Not sure if it was just a feeling, but he always felt there was a hint of anger in her gaze.

“I often think that Ah Ce is actually a much bigger fool than you could ever imagine.”

If you say so.

·

After finishing dinner, the two went to the door to feed the little cats, then rode the biochemical parrot (as the young lady had requested, today they didn’t ride the pigeons) to the Fixed Wing District, sprinting to the Extreme Stability Building that once served as Mr.

Shiyu’s dating spot.

To outsiders, this all seemed a bit like a date.

Surely, his good neighbor wouldn’t be preparing a romantic prank, right?

With this thought, Gongsun Ce became even more vigilant.

Believing oneself to be liked by a girl and then committing a discourtesy was a taboo, and this must be one of Kardesia’s rotten ideas.

But he, with his nimble mind, had anticipated this development and would never step into such an obvious trap!

Upon setting foot on the third floor of the building, Gongsun Ce said with supreme confidence, “What other orders do you have?

What other schemes?

Bring them on, and Mr.

Gongsun will not be defeated here.

With my wisdom and strength, I’ll seize the chance to live!”

“Look at you, that’s the face of someone angry because they’re a fool.

Stand still and let me punch you.”

“Why am I angry?!”

Gongsun Ce crouched down, clutching his stomach.

“So, here’s the next order for Ah Ce,” Qin Qianbai said, looking down on him from above.

“Pick an outfit I’d like.”

This order sounded easy enough to execute…

Gongsun Ce was about to agree when he stopped and thought about it carefully.

“Wait, an outfit you’d like?” he asked, scratching his head in confusion.

“How am I supposed to know what clothes you like?”

“That’s exactly the problem Ah Ce needs to solve.”

How in the world was he supposed to solve this?

Could it be he had to ask her opinion on each one?

Heavens, if he went through all the clothing stores on this floor one by one, he feared he wouldn’t finish even when the building closed for the night!

Gongsun Ce made a decision right away: seek external help.

“Understood, just wait a moment, a brief moment okay?

I’m going to use the restroom and will be right back!”

Before the girl could respond, Gongsun Ce dashed to the restroom on their floor like a speeding bullet.

Hiding in a stall, he carefully checked that no one had followed before pulling out his phone, ready to seek assistance.

Who to consult about a clothing dilemma?

Mr.

Shiyu, the man who wore the same suit 365 days a year, was unlikely to be much help.

Asking Kardesia was tantamount to courting death, and Big Brother…

Instantly ruled out.

The only person he could think of now was…!

He dialed the idol Miss’ number and spoke nervously, “Hello, Qiluo?

Are you free right now?”

“Ah, Gongsun Ce!

I just finished work in the lab; the rest of my day is free!”

The voice on the other end sounded quite excited.

Great, it sounded like Qiluo was in a good mood today; this was in the bag!

“That’s fantastic, Qiluo!

I was hoping to get your opinion on something.

About women’s clothing.

You know, I’m not very familiar with these things.”

“Oooh, clothing…

Did you call just to ask me about that?”

Qiluo’s voice suddenly rose several octaves, mid-sentence.

“It’s your area of expertise.

I figured I had to consult you on this today.”

After all, he couldn’t very well write to Miss Knight asking for advice on clothing, could he.

Phew…

Phew…

Qiluo heaved two sighs over the phone.

“Grumble…

Maybe I’m overthinking it.

What is Gongsun Ce curious about?”

“The superpower user answered seriously, “Information on clothing styles…

no, that’s not quite right.

I should say, information related to personal preferences.”

“Wha?!

Per, personal preferences?!” Qiluo’s voice suddenly became unstable, “Could it be… measurements…?”

“That would be far too impolite!

Do you think, in your mind, that Mr.

Gongsun is the kind of man who would initiate such a conversation?!”

Did Qiluo actually know Miss Qin’s measurements?

On second thought, with her visual acuity, she could probably recite detailed numbers at a glance.

With her around, privacy was almost nonexistent—terrifying.

“Right, Gongsun Ce is a gentleman.”

“Of course.

But this isn’t something that’s easy to ask others…

I racked my brain and realized I had to ask you.”

“I’d be happy to~” Qiluo replied cheerfully, “What does Gongsun Ce want to know?”

Gongsun Ce cleared his throat and asked seriously.

“It’s like…

do you know what kind of clothes Qin Qianbai likes?”

The line went quiet for a second.

“I just remembered, I have work this afternoon, I have to rush to help.” (Read quickly)

“No, don’t leave me at a time like this!!!”

“Ah, the Doctor is calling me, bye Gongsun Ce.” (Read quickly)

“Qiluo—!!!”