novelsite Chapter 201 Who are you looking at through me?
Chapter 201 Who are you looking at through me?
"I know." He Jingtong nodded, then stared at her throat for a while.
"You can speak now."
Song Juexiao touched her throat, her expression momentarily dazed.
Then she nodded.
"You can pretend I can't speak," she said quietly.
Pei Zhaoye raised an eyebrow—while they were indeed concerned about such private matters involving other people's supernatural abilities, no one would be so tactless as to directly ask Song Juexiao, "How did your supernatural ability mutate? Evolve? Didn't you used to be unable to control your ability properly? Now you can?"
Pei Zhaoye believes that his emotional intelligence is not that low.
Finally, he just looked at Song Juexiao, smiled lazily, and pointed to the phone in her hand—the small parts that Pei Zhaoye had made for Song Juexiao were still on her phone.
"Looks like we don't really need it now," Pei Zhaoye joked. "Or you can use me as an excuse."
Song Juexiao was initially looking around, but his wary expression eased somewhat upon seeing the familiar face before him. He even had the mood to retort to Pei Zhaoye's teasing.
"What do you mean by 'weak flesh and blood,' or 'mechanical ascension'?" Song Juexiao's so-called "muteness" was merely a side effect of his superpower. Pei Zhaoye wanted Song Juexiao to speak, and then, considering what his superpower was—
Song Juexiao could already imagine what would happen if he were able to speak out because of Pei Zhaoye, and what rumors would circulate about him.
The most likely explanation is that Pei Zhaoye replaced her throat with a mechanical one that could produce sound.
She imagined it for a while, but still couldn't accept that such a cyberpunk thing was happening to her.
Her gaze finally fell on Xiao Jiming, who was still locked inside the life support device.
The nutrient solution was of unknown material; after Song Juexiao emerged from it, neither his hair nor his clothes felt wet at all.
Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders like flames. Song Juexiao casually gathered the loose hair and tied it up. The red-haired, green-eyed girl was dazzling and eye-catching, but the sharp look in her eyes left a lasting impression.
"He's still not awake?" Song Juexiao asked.
Pei Zhaoye shrugged.
"No," he said slowly, staring at his good captain. "But it will be soon."
He could see Xiao Jiming's closed eyes darting rapidly beneath his eyelids.
*
For Xiao Jiming, this was undoubtedly a complete and wonderful dream.
He wanted companions, whoever they might be.
He is not like Jiang Xingni.
Although they grew up in the same place, Xiao Jiming did not have a real place to belong.
Jiang Xingni at least had an inheritance from his parents, and a house that was big enough to shelter him from the wind and rain.
Before starting boarding school, Xiao Jiming could only find houses in the lower city that the owners had died and the houses had not yet been reclaimed to shelter him from the wind and rain.
Every now and then, he would get into fights with his colleagues—who were also homeless—for food bought from trash cans and for shelters they had finally managed to find.
Xiao Jiming was able to say with a clear conscience that he was not a good person.
He had stolen and robbed, and naturally, he had also secretly killed people.
After gaining superpowers, his first reaction wasn't to use them to do something for others, but rather to figure out how to use them to his own advantage.
In the illusion, after fighting with the homeless man, Xiao Jiming could bury his head in Jiang Xingni's arms and complain softly.
"I hate them. I was the one who found that place first."
"Mmm, I hate them."
"But I won, Star." He looked up, pointing almost boastfully to the bruises on his face. "Even though I got hit, I hit back—he only punched me once, but I broke his spine."
"Wow, that's amazing, Xiaoming."
"Stars." He rested his chin on Jiang Xingni's leg, from a perfect angle that allowed him to see Jiang Xingni's slightly lowered eyes, as if he had seen them a thousand times over.
"If I could really be with you..." he muttered to himself.
Jiang Xingni did not hear clearly.
"What did you just say?" the little girl asked. "What 'if'? Aren't we together now? We've known each other since we were little, and we'll never be apart."
Those golden eyes on the young girl's tender face, for some reason, Xiao Jiming felt a sense of incongruity, as if—her eyes shouldn't be golden.
"Why are your eyes golden?" he asked, puzzled. "I wish your eyes were black."
Xiao Jiming always felt that, in his memory—not now, but seemingly earlier, but upon closer examination he still couldn't remember anything—Jiang Xingni's eyes should have been black, the same black as his.
Why is it gold?
Why shouldn't it be gold?
The scene before him distorted for a moment, and the gold in his eyes gradually dimmed, eventually turning into a black similar to Xiao Jiming's, as if a drop of ink had fallen into it, staining all the light black.
Jiang Xingni looked at Xiao Jiming with his dark eyes.
She asked with a smile, "What are you talking about? Are you confused after being beaten?"
"My eyes have always been black, and besides, how can anyone have colored eyes?"
How can someone have colored eyes?
The moment those words were spoken, many eyes appeared in Xiao Jiming's mind.
Emerald green, dark green, light purple, pale red.
Those eyes flashed through his mind and then disappeared.
Before he could ponder where these thoughts came from, Xiao Jiming felt a force.
It's very mild.
But it was this force that made Xiao Jiming raise his head.
"Anyway, you've already started to have doubts," the girl in front of me said in a low voice.
Then she cupped Xiao Jiming's face in her hands.
She lifted Xiao Jiming up until she needed to look up at him.
"Since you've already started to have doubts..."
"Then let's go."
"Is this something you would do?" Xiao Jiming asked in a daze—he himself didn't know whether he was asking the Jiang Xingni in front of him, or using this as a pretext to ask the Jiang Xingni he knew.
Then he saw Jiang Xingni in front of him—young-looking, with the same light smile Xiao Jiming was familiar with.
"Jiang Xingni" said softly.
Are you looking at "me," or at Jiang Xingni?
"I am the Jiang Xingni you imagined, the kind of person you envisioned if she could grow up with you."
"Unfortunately, you couldn't even fool yourself."
If Xiao Jiming were to become obsessed with this, it would make things even easier for "Jiang Xingni," but he always clearly understood that the person in front of him was not Jiang Xingni.
Unfortunately, Xiao Jiming always knew that the person in front of him was not the one he wanted.
So Jiang Xingni reached out and lightly pushed Xiao Jiming upwards—
The world began to spin.
He could feel himself starting to fly.
Xiao Jiming suddenly opened his eyes and was met with a group of familiar people staring at him.