Girl, There's Something Wrong With You - Chapter 9

Seventh Grade, the watershed of the gifted.

The hallmark is the “ability to operate independently in combat.”

Take Cheng Jinyang’s mastery of gravity, for example. As his bloodline concentration reached the seventh grade, the range his ability could lock onto extended to hundreds of meters.

In an urban environment, the distance between enemies and allies in most combat scenarios wouldn’t exceed 400 meters. This means that, under normal computational power, Cheng Jinyang typically only needs to glance at his opponent (lock onto the mass source), and the opponent would immediately ascend.

Or, to put it in a more dramatic way:

When you enter my line of sight,

no matter up, down, left, or right,

your entire sense of space and direction,

is completely controlled by me!

At this moment, what Chu Qingqing saw was a clawed anomaly completely toyed with by Cheng Jinyang. It was hiding deep in the second-floor parking lot, silently approaching using vehicle cover and light and shadow, attempting to surprise the two.

However, Cheng Jinyang activated the Weaving Net using time functions, and within a radius of nearly a hundred meters, every mass source was under his algorithmic perception. As soon as this anomaly stepped into the invisible Weaving Net domain, it was immediately dragged down by horizontal gravity.

This demon’s reaction was decent. At the instant of gravity deflection, it quickly clung to a nearby vehicle, desperately preventing its body from being dragged toward Cheng Jinyang.

However, with another thought from him, the vehicle suddenly trembled and flew up. Caught off guard, the anomaly couldn’t hold onto the moving car and was tragically pulled over by gravity.

Then it was swung up and down, left and right, smashing it hard onto the ceiling, ground, and pillars, before finally being suspended in midair, neither reaching the sky nor touching the ground, barely alive.

Chu Qingqing watched seriously from the side, thinking about how she would break the situation if she were being toyed with like this.

First, she must rid herself of gravity dependency, meaning she would have to use metal to fix her body and adhere to immovable objects like the road or buildings around her.

Secondly, even if she fixed herself, Cheng Jinyang would certainly use high-frequency directional gravity changes to create frequent disorientation, significantly disrupting her combat ability.

Tsk, gravity is truly troublesome. No wonder it’s the ability that made the old military family famous. Therefore, she still needs to pursue a quick kill, striking the opponent with rapidly growing metal before they notice and activate their ability…

“What are you thinking?” Cheng Jinyang’s voice suddenly sounded beside her.

“Oh.” Miss Qingqing snapped out of it, extending a thin metal spear, piercing the anomaly’s body, and then quickly detonating it.

“Let’s head back after finishing off the remaining monsters,” Cheng Jinyang suggested, looking towards the faint figures in the depths of the parking lot.

“Alright,” Chu Qingqing said, “but I have a request.”

“A request?”

“Yes.” Miss Qingqing smiled brightly, “I want to fight you… of course, I mean a sparring match.”

Cheng Jinyang: ???

He then backed away in shock, “You’re finally making a move against me!”

“I already said it’s just a fight,” Miss Qingqing hurriedly explained, “Before we reached the eighth grade, our matches were pointless. If we got close, I won. Otherwise, you won.”

“Since we’ve both reached the seventh grade and our weaknesses are compensated by new algorithms, instead of practicing with these mindless puppets, it would be more beneficial for us to spar. After all, we can resurrect here if we die, right?”

“I see what you mean now,” Cheng Jinyang nodded.

“You agree then?”

“But I refuse!”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to fight you, Qingqing,” Cheng Jinyang said seriously, “I simply can’t bring myself to hurt you.”

“Really?” Chu Qingqing was skeptical.

“Of course it’s true. If you don’t believe me, put your hand on my chest and feel its fiery warmth.”

“Hmph!” Seeing that he was adamant, Miss Qingqing had no choice but to give up.

Needless to say, Yang Wangshu, Wang Wanrou, and Cui Jinqi are all scums when it comes to fighting, and it isn’t fun to kill them.

Although Xing Yuanzhi can fight, she would become immobilized by her cleanliness obsession at the sight of blood, so she usually sticks to long-range support.

Thus, in the entire team, the only ones who can fight and are willing to do so are her and Cheng Jinyang.

Now that Jinyang refuses to spar with her, where can she find a substitute?

Nowhere.

Considering this, she naturally refused to give up, so she simply used soft and hard methods, and even used seduction.

She hugged his arm and twisted it a few times, then looked up at him in a seasoned “green tea” expression, leaned close to him intimately, tilted her legs back, and acted like a spoiled child:

“Jinyang gege~ Please consider it, you’re so amazing, won’t you play a few rounds with me~”

[T/N: Gege= Brother.]

Cheng Jinyang, however, remained firm, enjoying the benefits without budging an inch:

“No way! Impossible!”

“Don’t dream about it, I don’t have the time.”

“Unless the chicken finishes pecking the rice, the dog finishes licking the flour, and the fire burns through the lock, then I’ll spar with you.”

After giving benefits for a long time, there was no effect at all. Chu Qingqing got so angry that she melted all the cars in the underground garage and ran to the subway station to continue killing puppets to vent her frustration.

The next morning.

Cheng Jinyang woke up, yawned, and got up to wash up.

Looking out the bathroom window, he saw that a thick layer of snow had already accumulated in the clan grounds.

Not only had it snowed all night, but the heavy snow was still falling this morning. The Qinghe Cui Clan had indeed confirmed the weather in advance before inviting everyone to “enjoy the snow” today.

The order of invitations for each clan was generally based on “low to high rank.” For fifth-grade clans like the Shendu Cheng Clan and the Hejian Xing Clan, the invitations were for 8:25 and 8:35. Fourth-grade clans like the Yangdi Chu Clan and the Hongnong Yang Clan were scheduled for 9:55 and 10:20, respectively.

The Taiyuan Wang Clan, being the top aristocratic family, had their appointment set for as late as 11:00. Therefore, although Miss Wang woke up early, she merely sat on her bed reading, enjoying her leisure.

Cheng Jinyang and Xing Yuanzhi hurriedly dressed, preparing to depart with their family guests.

Since they accepted the Cui Clan’s invitation, they had to arrive on time. The Cui Clan had intentionally staggered the arrival times of the various clans so that they could politely greet and exchange pleasantries with each one. If you arrived late, you might end up arriving with a higher-ranking clan, and it would be clear whom the host would prioritize in greeting.

Cui Jinqi secretly took another car to leave first; she had to return to her clan grounds ahead of time. Xing Yuanzhi went to join her clan members, planning to depart ten minutes after the Cheng Clan. Cheng Jinyang brought along his cousins, Cheng Yuexian and Cheng Huaiyan, and got into the family car that was already started.

The number of people each clan invited also followed certain rules. Fifth-grade clans usually invited 3-5 people, fourth-grade clans 6-9 people, and only the Five Great Families clans could exceed ten.

The invitees were typically a mix of elders and younger members. For instance, the Hejian Xing Clan had two “elderly figures,” Xing Shuhe and Xing Shuming, and two “new generation talents,” Xing Yuanzhi and Xing Junmo. However, the Shendu Cheng Clan was an exception, as most of their elders had passed away, leaving only the young core trio to attend.

As the car approached the Cui Clan grounds, the driver deliberately slowed down to ensure they arrived at the precise time, allowing everyone to disembark at the clan’s gate right on time.

At that moment, Cheng Jinyang received a text message on his phone, surprisingly from Cui Jinqi:

“Jinyang! Once you enter my clan’s grounds, remember to keep in touch and follow my instructions!”