Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 441 - 441 8 The Idol's Holiday Part 1

441: Chapter 8 The Idol’s Holiday (Part 1) 441: Chapter 8 The Idol’s Holiday (Part 1) “Sorry, I think you’ve got the wrong person,” the masked woman continued to insist.

“My eyes don’t really make mistakes about people.”

“I was just passing by.

If there’s nothing special you need, please allow me to take my leave first.”

Gongsun Ce nodded, pointing at the figurine in the display case with a very busty twin-tail cheerleader and said, “I always feel this style resembles a friend of mine, wondering if it might be…”

“It’s not based on this one!” the masked woman exclaimed indignantly, “Not to mention this pseudo-youthful style was popular ten years ago; this constrained costume detracts major points.”

“Is it the clothing that bothers you?!

This one’s fabric coverage is over 70%!” Gongsun Ce was shocked.

“That’s the point!

Supposedly, she’s a cheerleader, yet she wraps herself in a long skirt and sleeves, hiding herself even though she’s a virtual image, making her seem more false, doesn’t it?

If you want to emphasize the youthful girl style, just wear a proper school uniform!”

As an otaku, Gongsun Ce had to admit his friend’s critique made a lot of sense.

“Such seasoned insights…

worthy of you, Qiluo!”

“Hmph~” the masked woman hummed triumphantly, “Well, of course, I am a seasoned—”

The child’s startled expression looked so amusing.

It made one can’t help but want to tease her more.

“The karate cry from being struck, I wouldn’t have guessed you’re also a Ninja.”

“Stop it, don’t bully me!”

The idol lady, removing her sunglasses, glared at him with her sparkling, large eyes.

Her expression resembled a startled little animal; not particularly intimidating, but it made him want to reach out and smooth her ruffled feathers.

“I bought a disguise set in advance, but it didn’t work at all in front of Gongsun Ce,” Qiluo sighed woefully.

After removing her sunglasses, mask, and large hat, Qiluo casually took off her hair clip as well, letting her hair fall down.

Her appearance now bore some resemblance to her “past” self, reminding Gongsun Ce of the times she hummed in the pavilion.

“If it’s a familiar friend, covering the face and other key features is useless; as for close family members who see each other daily, even if you hide in a full body suit, they can recognize you through tiny actions and voice,” Gongsun Ce concluded, “The trope of not recognizing each other with masks on has very low feasibility in real life.”

“What about the half-face masks in traditional works?” Qiluo asked with enthusiasm, “Like those worn by phantom thieves.”

Gongsun Ce fished out a white face mask from his pocket, looking like an oversized prop glasses.

He put on the mask and in a mocked voice said, “The heart-stealing phantom thief, at your service.”

“I recognized you at a glance!” The idol laughed heartily, “But it’s quite dashing; you almost stole my heart.”

The Superpower User nearly didn’t catch his mask.

“Your composed response was quite unexpected.”

Qiluo took the mask and began examining it closely.

“Men in the industry can be so relentless in their pickups, compared to them, Gongsun Ce, you’re like a pure, nice boy.”

“Sounds like there’s a lot of pressure in the entertainment world.”

“There’s no such thing as an easy profession in this world…

Ah, look at that!”

Qiluo’s eyes lit up, pointing toward a limited-edition item at the corner of the display cabinet.

It was a figurine of a girl holding a mechanical sword, with pink hair and a good figure like Qiluo, her light armor giving the impression of a bodysuit, and behind her was a massive wing made of missiles.

“Mecha Girl?

No, my Steel Soul is repelled.”

“Remarks utterly devoid of girlish sentiments…”

For a male college student like me, owning this would be the real problem.

Speaking of which, Mecha Girls…

Considering Qiluo’s usual attire, she doesn’t seem to like this type…

“I’d hazard a guess that you became interested in mechas after starting Flowing Flame.”

“Wow, amazing, Mr.

Great Detective.”

Qiluo lifted a finger, making shapes in the air, “What if the wings were painted the color of glaze and equipped with lion-shaped helmet ornaments?

Doesn’t it resemble her?”

“The weapon style is too different.”

“That could be solved with interchangeable accessories.”

Qiluo motioned to the shop assistant and after inquiring about the price, was given a figure that amounted to about one and a half months of Gongsun Ce’s regular living expenses.

The idol girl made her purchasing decision without so much as furrowing her brow.

“Superpopular idols sure have super-sized wallets.”

“Your pockets must be even deeper than mine, aren’t they?” Qiluo shook her phone, “You’ve done so many things in collaboration with the official side.”

“The compensation from the officials I mostly let my elder brother handle, and a portion I send back home regularly.”

Every time after an important mission, he received an amount that seemed like a dream to an ordinary family.

Gongsun Ce thought if his parents received so much money at once, they would only worry tremendously about his safety.

So he decided to send a small portion as a “scholarship” and leave the rest with his elder brother for emergencies.

“Why not keep more money on hand?”

“Because I fear I might become corrupted,” Gongsun Ce pushed up his glasses, “Accustomed to lavish spending, it’s possible that one’s values and attitudes may change.

I’ve seen such disagreeable rich kids and thus subconsciously I’m adverse to ‘being wealthy’.

With that in mind, I made this plan.”

“Oh my…” Qiluo sighed deeply, “You’re so strict with yourself, Gongsun Ce.”

“Just a personal quirk of mine, Qiluo, you needn’t worry about it.”

Qiluo looked up into his eyes.