Chapter 192.2 – We Are V587 (7)
◎ I’m back ◎
One year later,
Song Zhiyuan, after various inquiries, located Zhang Ting, the disciple of Tianyi, and sent Song Ke to the Yue Mountain.
Zhang Ting was fond of this incredibly powerful and destructive girl. Making an exception, he accepted Song Ke as his disciple, even offering a fifty percent discount on tuition.
When Song Ke was nine years old, during a training session, she rolled down the mountain, breaking thirteen ribs.
Perhaps this injury was too severe. She lost consciousness, and her latent abilities were triggered.
After the doctor left, Zhang Ting anxiously examined Song Ke’s injuries the next day. To his surprise, he was puzzled: wait, didn’t she break thirteen ribs? How come there were only twelve wounds? Another day passed, and Zhang Ting checked again. Good Lord, now there were only eleven.
Half a month later, Song Zhiyuan, who had finally managed to arrange Song Ke’s enrollment in Hua City, hastily went up the mountain. By then, Song Ke’s injuries had completely healed. She was jumping and playing in the courtyard, completely unaware of her recent ordeal. Faced with Zhang Ting’s inquiries, Song Zhiyuan sighed and got straight to the point:
“Song Ke underwent a fusion experiment. She has replicated genes in her body.”
“I may not live long enough to see her grow up, but I hope she can live a healthy and safe life. If possible, when she encounters difficulties, could you help her once?”
Later on, Song Zhiyuan passed away, and Song Ke grew up smoothly. On the eve of her adulthood, Zhang Ting gave her a calming charm.
After that, the apocalypse erupted, and Song Ke escaped to Hua City, encountering Zhuang Qingyan, V587, moving from District C to District B…
Finally, it was the decisive battle in Loak.
…
In the extremely quiet room, Song Ke suddenly opened her eyes.
She remembered everything.
The surroundings were chilly, and Song Ke shivered. Slowly sitting up, she stared at the reflective glass in front of her, where a unfamiliar version of herself was visible.
The white hair returned to its glossy black, eyelashes back to normal. However, her skin still appeared more translucent than an ordinary person’s. Song Ke looked down at her hands, and her awakened energy flowed smoothly without any hesitation.
Lightly landing on the floor from the single bed, she silently approached the door.
The corridor was dimly lit, with two people standing facing each other. Ning Rong was talking quietly with Zhuang Qingyan:
“The ordinary genes have been processed. As for the replicated genes… my plan is to freeze the most dangerous 30 first. The rest have low activity and won’t affect her body and abilities for the time being. If you want to do organ transplants, it’s also possible. Additionally, the defects of albinism have been repaired. We’ll check her every half month, and based on her recovery, we’ll address the remaining 15… no, 14 kinds.”
“You’ve been standing outside for a day and a night. Go and rest, I’ll take over for you. I’ll notify you as soon as she wakes up.”
“No need,” Zhuang Qingyan leaned against the wall, a hint of weariness in his expression. “At least this time, I hope that when she wakes up, the first thing she sees is me.”
Song Ke’s gaze fell on Zhuang Qingyan’s limp right leg. Due to standing for a long time, he was slightly trembling, and the hand gripping the crutch showed strained knuckles, revealing considerable effort.
Her expression remained calm, but her fingertips involuntarily moved. When she pushed open the door, intentionally making a bit of noise, both of them turned back. Zhuang Qingyan revealed his usual gentle smile.
“Awake? Do you want to go home?”
“Hmm.” Song Ke nodded.
Although they said “home,” they didn’t return to the apartment under Song Ke’s name but the one assigned by the Awakener Department to Su Cha, which had been idle for years.
The night was quiet, and Zhuang Qingyan thought she didn’t want to disturb others’ rest, so he didn’t object.
After entering the foyer, Song Ke was still texting with her head lowered.
Zhuang Qingyan tossed away the crutch and sat on the sofa, wearily lifting his hand to loosen his collar. “Is there anywhere uncomfortable?”
“No, I’m fine,” Song Ke affirmed. This was the best state she had been in since her birth as an experimental subject. Not only was her thinking clear, her speech articulate, but even her emotions, once sluggish, had undergone a complete transformation. She finally understood what Ming and Lucia had said back then.
Without lifting her head, Song Ke asked casually, “How did you spend this past year?”
Zhuang Qingyan smiled flawlessly, “What else could I do? Work every day, think of you, hope that one day you would suddenly appear and pick me up after work, just like before.”
“Liar,” Song Ke sighed silently. “Didn’t you say that as long as I asked, you wouldn’t lie to me?”
Zhuang Qingyan’s smile slowly faded, “You remember?”
Song Ke didn’t give a direct answer and persistently asked, “Have you been well? Are you living… freely?”
In the dimly lit living room, Zhuang Qingyan merged into the shadows. After a long while, he spoke hoarsely, “No, Song Keke, I haven’t been well at all. Many times, I couldn’t restrain the urge to destroy Utopia, to destroy the entire world. You said I was free, but it was the opposite. You trapped me, trapped me on the day you disappeared from my sight.”
Song Ke lowered her eyes and stood in front of him with a commanding presence. “I want to take back what I said about not being familiar and about our relationship.”
After saying that, she bent down and lightly touched Zhuang Qingyan’s thin lips, breaking the connection.
“I’m back, Xie Zhuo.”
Zhuang Qingyan’s eyes instantly became as deep as an icy pool, full of S-level aggression.
In the moment Song Ke stepped back, he pressed down on the back of her neck, lowered his head, and accurately captured Song Ke’s soft lips. The two exchanged hot breaths, their lips and teeth entangled, and the faint sound of water was faintly audible.
“This is a kiss; what you did just now was just a touch.”
Zhuang Qingyan’s deep and almost hoarse voice resonated. His awakened energy overflowed uncontrollably, his breath becoming heavier. His shirt, now open and messy, seemed as if countless electric currents surged through him, racing from the spine to the crown of his head, trembling even the sensitive nerve endings.
Song Ke slightly frowned, her powerful awakened energy confronting Zhuang Qingyan’s. He grunted, and the glistening lips of the two separated slightly.
“Song Keke, I’m at least an S6. Can you take care of my dignity?”
“Huh?” Song Ke’s lips were rosy, and her reaction was noticeably slow. “Sorry about that…”
Under the pressure of her awakened energy, Zhuang Qingyan couldn’t move. Due to emotional fluctuations, the faint blood vessels on his neck were clearly visible. His delicate Adam’s apple rolled uncontrollably, and in retaliation, Song Ke bit his earlobe.
Song Ke shook herself, not controlling the force well, and directly pushed him onto the sofa. Zhuang Qingyan went with the flow, lying down, half-leaning against the armrest. His strong arms encircled Song Ke’s lower back, pulling her forward. Then he lifted his head, and the scorching kisses rained down densely once again.
Song Ke’s legs were forced apart, and she knelt on top of him, being careful not to press on his injured leg.
Zhuang Qingyan, with moist lips, asked in a blurred tone, “Are you plotting against me? Is that why you suggested coming to this apartment?”
Song Ke cryptically replied, “I sent them a message.”
“What did you send?”
“Tomorrow, you can sleep in.”
“Really? Then I have to work hard,” Zhuang Qingyan said in a hoarse voice, “Can’t let the captain’s kindness go to waste.”
“Huh? I meant them, not—umph!”
Thud!
The crutch that had accompanied Zhuang Qingyan for a year was knocked over, lying alone on the cold floor.
“Tomorrow, go see Old Fang and get your leg treated.”
“Are you worried about me?”
“…Yeah.”
“Alright, I’ll follow the captain’s orders. Whatever the captain says goes.”
…
The sky was faintly brightening, and the first rays of sunlight pierced through the hazy bedroom. Song Ke slid off the bed gently, barefoot, and approached the window. The floor-length curtains slowly opened, allowing in the warm sunlight, but the scorching sensation did not occur again.
There was a rustling sound behind her, and Zhuang Qingyan woke up.
“We’ll go to the hospital later, so that Su Cha and Youyou can have surgery in time.”
No response for a while. Song Ke turned around in confusion, only to find that he hadn’t been paying attention at all. Zhuang Qingyan’s black hair fell onto his forehead, and his upper body was bare, exuding a lazy and arrogant demeanor, looking young as if he were in his early twenties.
Young Master Xie glanced her up and down, making a dissatisfied sound. His voice was barely audible, “Nothing.”
“What do you mean by ‘nothing’?” Song Ke was puzzled.
The previous night was filled with romantic vibes, and Song Ke’s skin was so delicate that it easily left marks. Zhuang Qingyan had worked hard for almost the entire night, but when he woke up, her neck to collarbone was flawless, and even the damned second ability had miraculously repaired everything.
Zhuang Qingyan lazily rested his chin on Song Ke’s shoulder, lowered his head, and pecked her, expressing a somewhat regretful expression. “I still have to properly calculate the time. When will my in-law… Senior Brother come over? Doesn’t he want to sign up for the awakener challenge match?”
Song Ke: “…”
Song Ke: “Get lost.”
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