Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 99 - 99 18 Communication Writing Letters Reciting Speeches

99: Chapter 18: Communication, Writing Letters, Reciting Speeches 99: Chapter 18: Communication, Writing Letters, Reciting Speeches Qiluo sat on the rooftop, hugging her knees, muttering, “Pervert…”

This posture made a certain prominent part of her look even more conspicuous.

Gongsun Ce, who adamantly refused to admit to this notorious label, decided to chat with his eyes closed afterward, taking it as an exercise in improving his listening skills.

“A real pervert would pretend nothing had happened and gradually get close to you.

In this era, even if I’m not exactly a gentleman, I’m at least a decent good guy.”

“Gongsun Ce, who’s willing to help me, is a good person indeed!”

By your standards, there probably aren’t too many bad guys in the world.

“Miss Qiluo, do you believe anyone who offers to treat you to food and drink is a good person?”

Qiluo answered seriously, “I think anyone who is willing to talk to me is a good person!”

That’s an even stranger standard.

Do you consider words to be food?

The new-era book-eating monster?

Gongsun Ce was just about to retort when he suddenly remembered the conversation he had when he first met Qiluo.

—”I want to understand Gongsun Ce!

Tell me about your life!”

—”I want to know how ordinary people live their day-to-day lives!”

Was the process of communication, of getting to know others, very important to Qiluo now?

It wasn’t impossible; the girl had always stressed this point.

When they first met, Qiluo, suffering from amnesia, insisted that it would help her out of her difficulties.

However, when they asked her in detail later, the girl only replied, “I think this will do!” without being able to provide any specific reason.

It was difficult to get any clues by probing further, so the young man with grey hair decided to change the question.

“Miss Qiluo, what does communication mean to you?”

“Isn’t communication a way to change oneself?”

Qiluo replied with curiosity, as if he had asked a question that everyone already knew the answer to.

This piqued Gongsun Ce’s interest.

“Why?”

“Um…

um…”

Qiluo mumbled in distress, seemingly unable to come up with an appropriate explanation.

“It’s just…

you see, people only have one heart, right?”

Aside from the big bosses in shonen manga who sing about dreams, that’s basically the case.

“One’s heart is sealed within the body.

The knowledge gained from books and television turns into new thoughts, but those thoughts are also generated by the heart.

Just like how I can’t lift myself up by pulling on my own hair, the thoughts generated by myself can’t change my own heart.”

I could use my superpower to lift myself though.

…better not quibble over that, it feels like Qiluo might cry.

“I think it must be an external force that can change one’s heart, and it’s because of this that communication becomes important!”

Qiluo spoke more and more fluently, clasping her hands together and speaking cheerfully.

“Communication is a way of exchanging information using words as a medium.

It brings others’ perspectives!

I can learn how others view the world, how they see me, and in doing so understand their hearts…

Similarly, others can also touch my heart!

Even if nothing deliberate is done, hearts naturally change in this process, because communication is the collision of hearts!”

It really sounded like a line straight out of an 8 a.m.

kids’ cartoon.

Communication, huh…

If Qiluo really thought this way, her previous bizarre actions could be explained.

Was it because someone finally spoke with her that she felt “filled”?

Was that some kind of emotional expression of having received more information?

The views of others provided her with a clearer sense of self than before her amnesia, and her uncontrollable superpowers became manageable—this theory seemed quite logical.

But still, he felt there was something odd.

Before meeting with Yan Qi, such inference would have been enough to address all doubts besides the telekinesis malfunction, but after hearing about the Impermanence Law Enforcer’s question, Qiluo’s case seemed particularly suspicious.

Just a simple superpower rampage…?

He noticed Qiluo shrank a little.

The night wind was cold, and it was inappropriate for a girl dressed so lightly to sit outdoors for a long time.

Gongsun Ce gave up the idea of pressing her further and decided to wait until he had more information later to tackle the issue.

“It’s an interesting viewpoint.

It’s getting late; you should head back.”

Qiluo looked at him and said, “Gongsun Ce seems unhappy.”

It’s hard to say I’m in high spirits.

“Mr.

Gongsun, I’m pretty happy today, actually.

I had no classes and lounged around the whole afternoon comfortably catching fish.”

“Really?” The pink-haired girl thought long and hard, “No!

Your eyebrows were furrowed 2 millimeters deeper than this afternoon, and the corners of your mouth were turned down by an additional 1.8°, clearly in a worse mood than when you watched cartoons earlier!”

What advanced facial motion-capturing technology.

The school security department has truly lost out by not hiring you as a technical consultant.

“Have you ever considered being a detective, Miss Human Surveillance Camera?”

“Me?

Nope, I want to be a singer.”

This poor kid can’t take a joke.

The young man with grey hair spread his hands helplessly, “I know, I know.

It’s just some trifles, don’t worry.”

Qiluo sidled up to the young man and whispered softly.

“If there’s something making you unhappy, you can also tell me about it.

Maybe that will cheer you up…

I want to help Gongsun Ce, too.”

Miss Qiluo, you really are gentle, but please don’t get so close.

I’m genuinely concerned about the young miss who will probably push open the rooftop door any second after realizing something’s amiss.

By then, even if Mr.

Gongsun had superpowers, he’d likely not come out unscathed.

“Anyway, please move a little to the side and maintain a safe distance.”

Qiluo rolled to the side and the young man, too lazy to correct her way of moving, pretended not to notice.