Outside the classroom.

Su Mo dragged Zhou Heng into a corner of the hallway.

How should he put it?

Zhou Heng could feel how soft her arm was against his elbow, and a faint, elegant fragrance kept drifting into his nose.

He might be a bit of a loser, but Zhou Heng had never been this close to a girl before—not once in his entire life. This was also his first time having such intimate physical contact with one.

And this girl wasn’t just anyone. She was one of the prettiest girls in the whole school, and Su Mo had never once fallen from the top spot in the school’s grade rankings. Of all the girls at school, she was easily one of the most impressive.

But when he remembered how Su Mo had stabbed someone in the chest without hesitation yesterday, Zhou Heng couldn’t help shuddering.

No, no. Now wasn’t the time to think about that.

Zhou Heng tried to steer his thoughts elsewhere. And as soon as he did, he suddenly noticed the hand Su Mo had wrapped around his arm…

Was there something a little off about it?

As far as he remembered, one of Su Mo’s arms had been severed by a bug, and the palm of the other had been reduced to nothing.

Even if one arm was intact enough to reattach, could she really put the other palm back together after it had been crushed into a mess of flesh?

No, no—maybe there was a Mutant around here who could put severed limbs back together?

Now that was an interesting thought.

Zhou Heng’s attention was drawn to it.

“Don’t bother looking. My hands are both bionic limbs. They’re mechanical.”

Zhou Heng looked up and met Su Mo’s eyes.

“Mechanical?”

Su Mo explained.

“I’m not an Enhancement Type or a close-combat Mutant. Missing body parts don’t affect my combat ability, so basic bionic limbs are all I need.”

Zhou Heng couldn’t quite make sense of what she’d said, but it sounded impressive.

“Forget it. There’s no point explaining this to you. Once you’ve spent more time in our world, you’ll naturally learn that it’s full of advanced technology. Let’s get to the point. You came to see me—what do you want?”

What else could it be?

The moment Su Mo said that, all of Zhou Heng’s dreamy thoughts vanished. He hurriedly told her about his falling-out with Chu Ji.

“That’s the situation. Since you’re someone who exists beyond this world’s rules, I figured you could deal with someone like Chu Ji, right?”

In movies and comics, it wasn’t so clear whether people with superpowers, ability users, and heroes with strength beyond ordinary humans could take on the government single-handedly. But beating up rich heirs and casually messing with wealthy officials was practically standard fare, wasn’t it?

Weren’t superpowered people supposed to be born into the privileged class?

And this particular member of the privileged class had just said yesterday that she owed Zhou Heng a favor.

There was no way Zhou Heng had taken that stab to the chest for nothing.

Zhou Heng looked at Su Mo hopefully.

Su Mo lightly brushed a strand of hair at her temple, looking completely at ease.

“That’s it?”

Zhou Heng’s heart gave a jolt. He knew coming to Su Mo had been the right call.

The young man immediately clasped his hands in a respectful salute.

“I humbly ask Miss Su to lend me a hand.”

Su Mo took out her phone and dialed a number.

Meanwhile.

The sports field, where Chu Ji was.

The two student bodyguards, who’d just finished fighting, sat off to the side, panting. Chu Ji picked up the still-cold Assam milk tea beside him and took a few sips. Apparently, it wasn’t to his taste. He frowned and tossed it aside.

The burly student caught the milk tea Chu Ji had thrown.

“Hey, Young Master Chu, don’t waste it. If you don’t want it, can I have it?”

Chu Ji chuckled.

“Just don’t drink from where I did.”

The burly student didn’t care. He unscrewed the cap and gulped it down. Chu Ji could only shake his head and sigh. He was a rich heir, for crying out loud. It was one thing that he wasn’t usually surrounded by women, enjoying the pleasures of having a bevy of beauties at his beck and call. But who could’ve guessed that the people he indirectly kissed every day would be two rough dudes?

A lot of the time, Chu Ji wondered if he was the most hard-done-by rich heir in the world.

Just then, Cheng Xu, the sharp-eyed student beside him, leaned over and nudged Chu Ji with his elbow.

“Young Master Chu, lunch is right after this class. Wang Tao and I found out where that woman Yang Yun is eating today. Do you want to…”

“Forget it.”

Chu Ji closed his eyes. A few seconds later, he opened them again and spoke.

“I’ve pursued her for two months. I’ve done everything I could, gone as far as I could. I’ve humbled myself and let her have her way, but Yang Yun still won’t give me a second glance. I’m a man too. I have my pride. And with Wang Ping’s mess on top of that, I just don’t have the energy for this anymore. I should give up on Yang Yun. So I will.”

Wang Tao and Cheng Xu felt as if a bolt from the blue had struck them, shooting from the crown of their heads all the way down to their feet. They trembled from head to toe.

They were trembling with joy.

Cheng Xu was the first to blurt out his excitement.

“Holy crap, Young Master Chu! You’ve finally seen the light! You know that if you can’t win a woman over, you don’t have to keep chasing her!”

Wang Tao wasn’t about to be outdone. He patted Chu Ji on the shoulder and beamed.

“Young Master Chu, that’s a great decision. You should’ve made it ages ago. Like they say, there are plenty of fish in the sea. What’s so special about Yang Yun? Our Chu Ji begged her to date him, and she still acted like she was worth a fortune. Did she think she had a diamond-studded, gold-plated pussy or something? Just wait—we’ll find Young Master Chu someone better than Yang Yun. Then we’ll stroll right past Yang Yun with our arms around each other and show her what it means to regret her decision.”

Chu Ji rubbed his chin and asked, surprised,

“Someone better than Yang Yun?”

Chu Ji was a rich heir, sure, but he was also a top student with an incredible ability to learn. When he fell for a woman, it wasn’t just because she had a pretty face. To put it bluntly, if Chu Ji wanted, he could throw money around and find any kind of young model he liked.

The reason he’d fallen for Yang Yun was that they had plenty to talk about and came from similar family backgrounds. They could speak freely without the slightest barrier. And since they were both top students, they always had plenty to say about their studies. They could chat for ages without getting bored.

As for the other girls at school, some were prettier than Yang Yun, and some had better grades. But when you took everything into account, someone better than Yang Yun seemed…

“Su Mo! The school’s genius, Su Mo!”

Wang Tao, the burly student, waved his hand and shouted excitedly.