Girl, There's Something Wrong With You - Chapter 12

The next morning, Xing Yuanzhi gradually woke from her sleep, feeling unusually refreshed and clear-headed. It had been a long time since she had slept so soundly.

Thinking about sleep made her frown. In the past, when she was in her room, those people, though they might be touchy, could not be too outrageous. Now that she was away, things might not be so simple.

After all, they would likely start infighting. The only concern was if they reached some agreement to jointly target those “despicable men,” which would put her at risk.

“I need to go back and check,” she decided.

After spending half an hour in the bathroom, Xing Yuanzhi quickly finished her shower, dried herself, and changed into her clothes. She told her father, who was lying on the living room sofa:

“The Shogunate has some matters to attend to. I’ll leave now and might not be back for the next few days.”

“Oh, alright,” Xing Wenxing said with a hint of reluctance but still replied, “Focus on your work, but remember to take care of your health.”

Xing Yuanzhi was taken aback.

She suddenly understood everything.

To her father, she was no longer a little girl.

At such a young age, holding a sixth-grade strength and being the heir to the Hejian Xing clan, she had far surpassed her father’s expectations.

As long as she didn’t do anything shocking, he would generally support her decisions unconditionally—staying out overnight was a trivial matter. Understanding this, Xing Yuanzhi felt reassured, bade her father goodbye, and left.

Arriving at the Governor’s Mansion, she saw Li Qingwan coming out of the door.

“Yuanzhi, they’re not at the Governor’s Mansion.”

“Where did they go?”

“To the Northern Army training ground,” Li Qingwan answered. “They’ve all been promoted to the fifth grade now.”

The two quickly headed to the training ground, where they saw Miss Qingqing testing a new fifth-grade algorithm.

Metal Manipulation: Iron Torrent!

In an instant, all the car wreckage around the training ground turned into a liquid metal torrent, violently swirling around her.

“How does it feel?” Cheng Jinyang asked.

“The speed and range of metal manipulation have greatly increased,” Chu Qingqing replied. “But the real transformation is that I no longer need to touch the metal; I can manipulate it from a distance now.”

Miss Qingqing’s ability now extended to nearly ten thousand meters. This meant that with her algorithm, she could draw out all metal within a ten-kilometer radius and turn it into a terrifying, almost ocean-like torrent.

For instance, in the city of Jiankang, from the entrance of the Qinhuai River to the southern foothills of Zhongshan, the area is less than 20 kilometers. This means that if Miss Qingqing were sent to the center of Qinhuai District and activated her power, the entire city would likely be reduced to ruins.

This is why fifth-grade ability users can obtain independent political status in human society and even establish new families within the aristocracy. The potential destruction they could cause if they chose to defy the existing political order or undertake a suicidal attack is immense.

Therefore, those in power must grant them certain privileges to ensure they do not fall to a point where they must resort to violence.

The violence stemming from abilities forms the foundation of the “aristocratic” class.

Of course, in the current Great Jin Empire, the aristocratic class is not completely isolated from other classes; there is still significant class mobility.

For example, Miss Qingqing was discovered by the Yangdi Chu clan due to her exceptionally high bloodline growth value and was quickly admitted as part of the cold clan. Upon checking the family tree, it was found that her great-great-grandfather had once been a member of the Yangdi Chu clan over four hundred years ago. However, because his bloodline concentration did not reach the ninth grade, he was expelled from the Chu clan, and his descendants fell into commoner status. Then, in Miss Qingqing’s generation, an unusually high bloodline growth value appeared. Such class leaps are generally considered to be a blessing from the goddess of fate.

This represents a relative unfairness because the potential for your bloodline’s growth is entirely based on your personal luck in reincarnation. It is also an absolute fairness because, without considering bloodline potential, commoners would generally be unable to compete with those from entrepreneurial, executive, aristocratic, or bureaucratic backgrounds.

In this world, where technological advancements are highly developed, they have been supported by countless educational resources from a young age, creating a gap far exceeding individual random intelligence levels.

Of course, exceptions apply.

When Miss Qingqing finished her test, Cheng Jinyang began discussing with Miss Wang:

“… Currently, the most valuable tactic is still altering the terrain.”

“Didn’t expect you to notice that,” Miss Wang said with a slight smile. “Indeed, her combat effectiveness now closely depends on the metal reserves in the surrounding environment.”

“Is there a way to carry large amounts of metal?” Cheng Jinyang pondered. “If we had several thousand or even tens of thousands of tons of metal available during a battle, wouldn’t that be invincible?”

The next test was for Xiao Wangshu. The fifth-grade upgrade significantly increased her electric voltage, enabling her to use a highly destructive lightning gun instead of her previous radar-like form.

Surrounding sparks danced rapidly, and the car wreckage ahead was struck by lightning, leaving only charred marks.

Yang Wangshu: ???

This isn’t right. Why can’t she even shatter the car’s exterior?

She repeatedly unleashed lightning on the wreckage, but after about half a minute, it only turned black without further effect.

Xiao Wangshu was stunned and turned to the others with a look of desperation, her right hand reaching for the keyboard to type.

Her fingers tapped the keyboard, but there was no response… The keyboard had been destroyed by the intense electricity surrounding her.

“I think,” Cheng Jinyang on the stands said, “we should give her some supplementary physics lessons?”

“Aren’t her two brothers serving in the military?” Chu Qingqing suggested from the stands. “Let the Hongnong Yang family teach her. It’s no use having high-level abilities if she doesn’t know how to utilize them.”

The final participant was Sister Xiao Pei. Her upgraded fifth-grade spiritual impact demonstrated extremely formidable military capability.

Her gaze swept around, and the surrounding car wreckage was struck by her mental force.

The massive metal frames were easily torn apart by her telekinetic power, as if they were made of bamboo and paper.

Two machine gun emplacements rose from the front, starting to fire at her sides. Sister Xiao Pei remained stationary, and the bullets were deflected by force field walls around her.

The machine gun emplacements were replaced by two high-explosive grenade launchers. After the terrifying explosions, Zheng Qiupei stood unharmed in the midst of the wreckage-filled ground.

“Originally, spiritual impact is a comprehensive skill for both offense and defense. It seems that reaching the fifth grade only increases the strength of telekinesis?” Cheng Jinyang asked, puzzled.

“There’s also improved precision control,” Cui Jinqi added. “I’ve heard the Zheng family say that at the fifth grade, spiritual impact’s sensitivity greatly enhances, even allowing one to use telekinesis to manipulate chopsticks and pick up beans.”

“Jinqi, would you like to give it a try?” Cheng Jinyang joked.

“Sure,” Cui Xiaoniang whispered into his ear, “we’ll take our time to try it tonight…”