Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 445 - 445 9 Idol's Holiday Part 2_3

445: Chapter 9 Idol’s Holiday (Part 2)_3 445: Chapter 9 Idol’s Holiday (Part 2)_3 “Humph!” The pink-haired girl pouted angrily, “Who is Gongsun Ce afraid of hearing?

Qin Qianbai, or Shiyu Ling?”

The gray-haired youth felt an inexplicable chill down his spine.

How come the young miss even mentioned Ling’s name…

Gongsun Ce guiltily said, “I’m worried about my own, uh, reputation.”

“Just go search on the academy’s forum and you’ll see, Gongsun Ce, who spends his days with beautiful girls, has long lost his reputation in that regard.”

“I hardly ever go there, alright.

That forum is managed by Chi Zijing, the Mutual Assistance Association’s bunch of paparazzi make up gossip about me for fun all day, watching those posts would drive my blood pressure through the roof,” Gongsun Ce helplessly said, “But back to business, what are your thoughts?”

“I thought I’d be booed offstage…

I didn’t expect the response to be so positive…”

That’s the reasonable outcome.

The super-popular idol Xingli’s singing voice is the result of cyber enhancements, and her songs are deliberately designed perfect products.

However, the foundations of those songs were written by her, and she herself was the one performing on stage.

Weiyuan City is a place full of Superpower Users, and live singing skills can’t easily be faked without information manipulation abilities.

Without genuine talent to back her up, Xingli’s flawless image would not hold, and experienced listeners would see right through her after just one concert.

“Ultimately, your own real ability is quite substantial, otherwise the white-coats couldn’t have boosted you to this level of popularity,” Gongsun Ce shrugged.

“I estimate half of the audience tonight has become fans of the cyber girl, and that can’t be because of bad singing, right?”

Qiluo covered the lower half of her face with her hands, looking just like an otter.

“I’m really surprised…”

“By your own ability?”

“And Gongsun Ce’s method,” Qiluo said shyly, “I thought you’d comfort me by saying how much I helped everyone in battle and such, but instead, you threw me onto the stage.”

“What I said was pointless; you don’t care about performance in combat.”

“Wah!”

This time Qiluo covered her whole face.

Gongsun Ce pretended not to see and kept talking.

“Qiluo, you are well aware of your own power and importance.

Since we’ve known each other, you’ve saved us quite a few times, I’ve lost count.

You’re not worried about battles; at most, it was just a casual mention before.

What you really care about is your main job, idol activities, whether the singing is good or the performance looks good on stage—talking about it does no good coming from an outsider like me.

Just sing on stage and see the response from the audience to know the real deal.”

Plus, if Qiluo was really fussing over her performance in battle, she wouldn’t be eagerly making Flowing Flame figures.

This could be used as “evidence” to point out to Qiluo—but seeing her expression, it seems the evidence presenting stage is not needed.

“Gongsun Ce is so crafty, lightly seeing through my troubles and making me solve them myself,” Qiluo murmured, “Just say some encouraging words occasionally, like ‘I think Qiluo is super amazing.'”

“Those kinds of words don’t really help, they would just make it seem like Mr.

Gongsun here is trying to win your favor.”

In life or death moments, or real crises, you must jump in to help personally.

But for personal, private troubles, it’s better to find ways to let friends resolve them themselves.

After all, stepping into someone’s heart always requires the corresponding credentials.

To meddle blindly in the name of “help” can itself be a kind of presumptuous harm.

“Wowza, can’t poke through or splash you with water,” Qiluo muttered something ambiguous, then burst out laughing, “That’s why I like being around Gongsun Ce.”

“To receive such praise from the idol miss, I’m truly flattered.”

“Really though.

To see so many beautiful sights, participate in such thrilling events, and meet friends like I have now, something the past me could never have dreamed of.”

The pink-haired girl picked up her kitty hair clip.

Before tying her pigtails, she looked away, staring at ants crawling along the edge of a flower bed.

“…Gongsun Ce, what do you think of my outfit and appearance right now?”

“For a vigorous young man like me, it’s too stimulating.

Ever since I met you, I feel like my tolerance for this kind of thing has increased a lot,” Gongsun Ce said straightforwardly.

“But it’s beautiful and cute, and I think it suits you.

For a woman to want to show off her beauty, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that, and no one has the right to criticize.”

Qiluo put her hair clip back on and tied her usual pigtails.

She patted her cheeks, cheered, and grabbed hold of the gray-haired youth’s arm.

“Thank you, Gongsun Ce!”

“But getting too close like this isn’t too good!

Keep some distance, okay!!”

“No way.

I like being close to Gongsun Ce.”

“Please consider how Mr.

Gongsun feels at times like this!”

“Why did Gongsun Ce poke my head?

I’m going to remotely delete all your naughty pictures from your computer.”

Gongsun Ce’s face broke out in a cold sweat.

“That’s the only thing I ask you to be merciful about—tell me you haven’t really looked, right?

Hey, stop laughing, answer me Qiluo!!!”

“Huhuhu~”

Under the dim light of the ugly hour, the two of them walked side by side through the park.

Tonight in Weiyuan City, there were no sounds of nighttime slaughter to be heard, only the faint rock music in the distance and the laughter and chatter of the youth.