Girl, There's Something Wrong With You - Chapter 11

“Talk?” Cheng Jinyang sneered, keeping his gun aimed. “When you just elbowed me, were you implying negotiation?”

“Yes, let’s talk.” Xing Yuanzhi, still shaken from the recent ordeal, but now calmer, replied, “Don’t forget, this afternoon at 3 o’clock, I’m taking you to the laboratory to help you master the ability of universal gravitation.”

Cheng Jinyang’s expression froze for a moment, then he grimaced and said, “That might not be possible.”

“What do you mean?” Xing Yuanzhi was momentarily puzzled, then quickly understood. “I see.”

“It’s not that you infiltrated my dreams, but that you fell into your own dream and dragged me into it, right?”

Cheng Jinyang was astonished, realizing how much information he had inadvertently revealed with just a few words, and how accurate most of it was.

Despite this, he still made a cryptic expression, not letting Xing Yuanzhi see any clues on his face, and coldly said, “Your imagination is quite rich, Ah Zhi.”

“Hmm.” Xing Yuanzhi stood up, habitually brushed off the nonexistent dust on her body, and calmly said, “Since you didn’t directly deny it but used ambiguous words, I probably have some idea… Also, don’t call me Ah Zhi! Even in dreams!”

“Now that you think so, have you ever considered it?” Cheng Jinyang, seeing her calm expression, felt somewhat displeased, deliberately using a sinister tone to intimidate her, “If you really are in my dream, then wouldn’t I be able to do whatever I want to you?”

“Firstly, you can’t control your own dreams, otherwise you wouldn’t have just been thrown by me.” Xing Yuanzhi looked at him with disdainful eyes, like scrutinizing a crawling insect. “Secondly, even in an uncontrollable situation of fair competition, it doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want, because dying here… means you can respawn, right?”

“Because you can respawn, you don’t have to worry about dying in battle, making it almost impossible for you to coerce me, because I can just kill myself when I’m exhausted, then respawn at full health and fight you all day long, right?”

Cheng Jinyang: …..

“No need to deny it.” Xing Yuanzhi waved her hand, “Your silence has already given me the answer.”

Cheng Jinyang: …..

“Are you deliberately keeping silent to avoid me getting more information from your words? Such a childish approach,” Xing Yuanzhi said disdainfully.

“No, Ah Zhi,” Cheng Jinyang suddenly said, “The monsters have already charged up.”

“monsters?” Xing Yuanzhi’s face changed, and then she saw the main door of the adjacent house suddenly pierced by a pair of sharp claws. Although there was a considerable thickness to the security door, it seemed like paper in front of the claws, torn open in just a few strokes, leaving a gaping hole for passage.

Emerging from the hole was a tall and attractive “woman.” Standing at about 1.8 meters tall, with a near-golden ratio between her upper and lower body, she possessed a figure that would be the envy of supermodels. Her facial features were perfectly proportioned, resembling the protagonist of a meticulously crafted Japanese 3A game, flawless to even the most discerning eye.

However, the enormous claws her hands had transformed into unmistakably revealed her non-human identity.

Before Xing Yuanzhi could react, her body was suddenly lifted off the ground—just as the demon broke in through the door, Cheng Jinyang had rushed to her side, carrying her body and crashing through the window glass, plummeting straight down.

“Quick, use the lightness technique!” He held onto Xing Yuanzhi’s slender waist tightly, shouting out.

“You just called me Ah zhi again, didn’t you!” Xing Yuanzhi exclaimed angrily, clenched her fist and fiercely pounded his back a few times.

The two fell to the ground, but there was no expected impact and pain because Xing Yuanzhi had activated the Light Body Technique, rapidly reducing the mass of both individuals, thereby significantly reducing the kinetic energy needed to be resolved with the ground… it’s just like how insects on walls don’t die when they fall to the ground.

Cheng Jinyang quickly got up after landing, and he helped up the dizzy Xing Yuanzhi.

Then the two saw the demon stepping on the window frame above their heads, then leaping towards them.

“Iron Shoot!”

While urgently reminding Xing Yuanzhi, Cheng Jinyang had already knelt down, holding the pistol in both hands, steadily pulling the trigger towards the falling demon, firing three shots!

Xing Yuanzhi quickly used the Mass Effect, targeting the bullets leaving the barrel, the formula being “increase mass”!

With flames erupting from the barrel, the bullets, under the effect of the Mass Effect, rapidly increased their mass, causing their kinetic energy to increase sharply, shooting towards the airborne demon like lightning.

Seeing Cheng Jinyang aiming the gun at it, the monster immediately spread out its claws to protect its vital points, but the bullets, with amplified kinetic energy, directly pierced through the demon’s tough claws, exploding inside its body.

The broken corpse fell to the ground, clearly dead, much to Cheng Jinyang’s surprise.

In the past, it often took seven or eight shots with an ordinary handgun to seriously injure a monster due to their tough skin, but now it only takes three shots to kill them directly? Is this quality effect really that strong?

Xing Yuanzhi also stood there, unable to believe it, pressing her chest.

Because she noticed that her blood concentration suddenly jumped up.

Although it was insignificant, but… wait a minute! Can blood concentration actually increase?

She hurriedly rushed towards the dead demon and indeed found that the closer she got to it, the more her blood concentration increased. Even without using instruments for self-check, Xing Yuanzhi could feel her blood becoming more abundant.

Then, she retreated again from the monster, and indeed her blood energy gradually weakened.

However, between this increase and decrease, there seemed to be a little blood energy accumulation, not disappearing. To give an analogy, it’s like first +3, then -2, essentially still +1 blood concentration.

After standing for a moment again, Xing Yuanzhi finally confirmed that the distance from the demon’s body did not matter, as long as she stood within a certain range of the monster’s body, her blood energy would indeed slowly rise!

So the previous question was suddenly resolved:

Why did Cheng Jinyang’s blood concentration fluctuated like a roller coaster before? Because he was fighting in the dream, and the distance from the monster’s body kept changing.

Why can Cheng Jinyang have the blood concentration of “Ninth Rank Lower Realm” at this age? Because killing demons in his dream can slightly increase his own blood concentration!

“It can enhance bloodline concentration! Bloodline concentration determines the limit of supernatural abilities!!!”

This simple sentence, if publicly disclosed, would undoubtedly cause severe turmoil in the current situation. There’s a high probability that Cheng Jinyang would be arrested, subjected to various experiments by major families, and imprisoned for life in laboratories, being manipulated and toyed with…

Xing Yuanzhi’s mind raced, secretly snorting, thinking: Innocent people often bear the blame. You possess such a miraculous physique but are unaware of it. If this were to leak out one day, it would undoubtedly lead to a disastrous fate! But it’s alright because I, A’zhi, will help you keep the secret… Damn it! Forget about A’zhi! With me, Xing Yuanzhi, by your side, it’s your karma from nine lifetimes of virtue. I’ll definitely keep this secret airtight for you!

So, after much deliberation, she quickly abandoned the idea of taking Cheng Jinyang to the Xing family laboratory to develop his own abilities. Are you kidding? How could I let the Xing family know about this? It’s definitely safer for just the two of us to enjoy it together! From now on, only heaven and earth will know, you know, and I know—no third person can know. After all, I’m his fiancée!

With these thoughts in mind, Xing Yuanzhi suddenly felt a tap on the back of her head.

“What are you daydreaming about? Let’s go, A’zhi!”

Without a word, Cheng Jinyang grabbed her hand and hurried in another direction—just a few minutes later, other monsters would have smelled the blood and rushed over.

Xing Yuanzhi was dragged along by him, her mind still focused on how to keep the secret, forgetting to struggle for a moment.

A few minutes later, she suddenly realized and forcefully shook off the other party’s hand, angrily saying, “Don’t call me A’zhi!”