She was very curious who drew it, and everyone boisterously pointed at Ji Minghuan, saying that every day you were not here, he was drawing this on the blackboard.
At that time Ji Minghuan didn't say anything, just propping his chin on his hand and looking out the window, as if he didn't care at all about what was happening in the classroom.
Time returned to the present, and Kong Youling looked up from the spotted cat on her notebook and met Ji Minghuan's gaze.
"Now we're the same," Ji Minghuan's lips curled slightly, thinking, "In every sense, we're the same... I'm also a Superpower User now, an oddity just like you."
To be honest, he wasn't sure if Kong Youling could understand the meaning he wanted to convey through the patterns he drew, after all, it was somewhat stream-of-consciousness, but that didn't matter.
Ji Minghuan tilted his head, staring at her for a good while.
She seemed to still be immersed in the scene where he was electrocuted earlier, her gaze a bit dazed, her pale eyelids slightly red.
"Don't worry, the electricity won't kill me, I've been shocked many times jumping around in here before, I'm used to it," Ji Minghuan paused, furrowing his brow, "Why are you crying?"
She was silent for a moment, then wrote: "If I hadn't come to see you, things wouldn't be like this."
"Come on, are you a grade schooler? How can this be your fault?" Ji Minghuan was stunned, "Oh no... we're both grade schoolers."
He let out a deep sigh, emphasizing, "Even if you didn't come to see me, I would come to see you, understand?"
The girl nodded.
Ji Minghuan propped his chin on his hand, his gaze slowly drifting away from the girl's face, casually saying, "Don't look at me with that expression, you know I don't like this heavy atmosphere. It might be a long time before we meet again, so why don't we talk about something else... Hmm, let's chat about something interesting."
After this, the two chatted casually for a bit, and then a group of people in white lab coats came in, saying their meeting time was over.
Ji Minghuan sat quietly in his chair, raised a hand to tug at the corner of his mouth, made a funny face at Kong Youling, and waved a hand to bid farewell.
Seeing Ji Minghuan's funny face, Kong Youling slightly curled her lips.
She took a long look at Ji Minghuan, then turned around and left with the group of people in white coats.
In the corridor, the Mentor walked towards them with hands behind his back, came in and sat opposite Ji Minghuan, replacing Kong Youling.
At this moment, the white-haired girl's silhouette was swallowed by layers of isolation doors.
Ji Minghuan withdrew his gaze, crossed his legs, and lowered his head to play with his fingernails.
The Mentor took a sip from the thermos cup and then said, "If you perform well, you might meet again in the future."
"Oh."
"So? Now that you've seen her, do you believe us? We truly didn't harm her."
Ji Minghuan leaned back in his chair, not even looking at his face, indifferently mocking, "You guys really are... saints at heart. Locking an eleven-year-old girl here, just not harming her makes you very proud. Your moral boundaries are really flexible enough."
The Mentor smiled, "Actually, if you hadn't mentioned it, I often forget you're only twelve."
"Why?"
"You always give me the impression that you're pretending to be someone you're not. What ordinary twelve-year-old boy thinks so much?"
"Isn't it possible that I'm a fool disguised as clever? I'm just a normal kid, just foolish to the extent that makes you think I appear to be a bit smart."
"If that's really the case, that would be good," the Mentor said, "I listened to your conversation today and was wondering if there's a possibility that you haven't awakened your superpower because the Prophet's prediction was wrong."
Ji Minghuan's eyes brightened, and he looked up at him to ask, "So you guys believe I'm an ordinary person now?"
"No," the Mentor shook his head, teasingly saying, "It's possible you're not a Superpower User, but that doesn't mean you're an ordinary person."
"Why?" Ji Minghuan raised an eyebrow, following his train of thought and continuing to ask, "Could it be there are other superhuman beings in the world besides Superpower Users?"
"Of course there are," the Mentor said calmly, "I suspect you actually belong to another superhuman race, and our experiments on you all along have been completely misguided."
"And what are these other superhuman races you speak of?"
"Let's leave it for today. I'll tell you about the other superhuman races tomorrow when you're up."
"Alright." Ji Minghuan shrugged. Actually, he had known since creating a game character that there were two other superhuman races in addition to Superpower Users.
Though he only knew one race was called "Anecdote Envoy," he still didn't know what the other superhuman race was called.
If he could learn this information from the Mentor, that would indeed be a good thing, making it easier for him to refer to during the next character creation.
"By the way, can I ask you a question?" Ji Minghuan suddenly asked while the Mentor was still seated.
"Go ahead."
"Since you know I will destroy the world..." Ji Minghuan paused, looking up to stare at the Mentor, "Why don't you just kill me?"
"We have our reasons."
"Oh..." Ji Minghuan stared at him, casually saying, "What's the point of taking a deep breath? If I really have that kind of power, if my power runs out of control and destroys this facility, would you regret it?"
"Do you want to hear the truth?" the Mentor asked, staring at him.
"Go ahead."
"We're not killing you precisely because of that. Superpower Users may unleash potential far exceeding their capabilities when close to death; no one knows what could happen if we make a move against you, so we cannot kill you, we can only try to control you."