Superman Termination Manual

Chapter 325: Chapter 196: The Orange Sky on the Eve of a Storm_3

“Toy store,” Ke Yongzhu replied offhandedly, “Somebody asked me to buy them when I was getting fireworks for you.”

“That person always has a plethora of tricks up their sleeve.”

As Ke Mingye spoke, he put on a clown mask.

Then, lowering his voice, he said eerily, “Hello, I am the super villain elementary school student. Lurking around Huanjing Fifth Elementary School, my specialty is bullying other students.”

“Idiot.”

Ke Yongzhu didn’t even glance at him.

“Childish,” Bai Zini said.

Bai Ziling covered her mouth with her hand, barely suppressing a giggle.

Bai Qiuwu, who was watching TV, suddenly froze. She turned her face, her gaze falling on the side of Ke Mingye’s masked face.

For some reason, she was reminded of someone when Ke Mingye had put on the mask and was behaving foolishly:

–A strange thing.

“How could it be…”

Bai Qiuwu shook her head, thinking to herself, and shifted her gaze away from the masked right side of Ke Mingye’s face.

Before long, with Bai Zini having tidied up the living room, the evening’s festivities came to a definitive end. Everyone, heeding their mother’s call, headed upstairs one by one, lining up for their nightly routine of washing up and going to bed.

After Ke Mingye had freshened up, he went back to his room, casually locking the door, and collapsed onto the newly changed, soft bed, drawing a deep breath as he propped his right arm behind his head.

Nowadays, when he had nothing to do, he would often send out an extra puppet. This puppet would hold a spare phone and standby in some corner of the city, responsible for communication.

Then, when its existence time was nearly up at six hours, he would transform into Magic Girl, tuck the phone into the Magic Book, and find some unnoticed corner to self-destruct.

Otherwise, with his second brother around, it was risky to keep the spare phone on him at all times: even using the spare phone at home to chat could lead to his brother catching on.

But there were still many situations that required contact, so, to be prepared, he had to leave a puppet outside.

“It seems like there’s no one I need to contact today. Big brother and second brother share information, so they already know what they need to. Big sister knows too, so that just leaves my younger sister,” Ke Mingye thought absently, when suddenly, he heard a “ding” near his ear.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and quickly realized that the sound was not coming from next to him, but from the puppet lingering in the city.

Switching perspectives quickly, he saw that a QQ message had just been received on the spare phone handled by the puppet.

Ke Mingye controlled the puppet to glance down at the phone.

It was a momentous occasion… After nearly 10 days, the user with a “Gothic Penguin” avatar named “I’m not Ash” had finally replied to his QQ message.

[I’m not Ash: Please, can you stop spamming?]

[Little Red Riding Hood: Please, can you stop giving me the cold shoulder, senior?]

[I’m not Ash: How did you manage to send so many messages in just a few days?]

[Little Red Riding Hood: I thought you were dead, senior. I was about to use your QQ as a confession tree. You owe me a confession tree, senior.]

[I’m not Ash: Why would I be dead?]

[Little Red Riding Hood: Dying for love. Forbidden love that is not understood, despised by the world, and demonstrating one’s will through death–this is a plot I often see in comics and novels.]

[I’m not Ash: I can’t stand it, can you please read less shoujo manga?]

[Little Red Riding Hood: It’s not easy to get a full meal, of course I want to expand my hobbies. So, in senior’s eyes, a little girl who picks up trash can only pick up trash for life… This is the ugly face of the capitalist class, oppressing us poor little girls who just want to breathe and read shoujo manga.]

[I’m not Ash: At least read something normal!]

[Little Red Riding Hood: What’s ‘normal’? ‘The overbearing CEO falls for me’?]

[I’m not Ash: Forget it, chatting with you online is pure self-torture.]

[Little Red Riding Hood: Is it less torturous offline, perhaps because I am more charming in person?]

[I’m not Ash: No, seeing you in person means I can hit you directly, online I can only stew in frustration.]

[Little Red Riding Hood: Speaking of which, senior, you’re really heartless. I was actually considering breaking into your house to check on you, but I never did.]

[I’m not Ash: It’s good that you didn’t. I would have been angry.]

[Little Red Riding Hood: By the way, let’s meet at that elementary school tomorrow morning, I have something to tell you.]

[I’m not Ash: What is it, can’t say it over the phone?]

[Little Red Riding Hood: It’s about the strange thing.]

After sending this message, Ke Mingye had the puppet hide the phone in the Magic Book and then proceeded with a series of standard operations to retrieve the puppet.

Then he closed his eyes, and the night passed in silence.

…

The next morning.

[Good morning, Player Sir, today is July 21, 2028. There are 332 days left until the ultimate task “Exterminate the Superhumans” comes to an end.]

[The current number of surviving players worldwide is: 94.]

Ke Mingye opened his eyes tremblingly, his gaze swiftly scanning across the panel, then deftly clicked the ‘x’.

Stretching with a yawn, he got out of bed, went to the bathroom to freshen up, went downstairs, put on his sneakers to run, did sit-ups. Before long, he had completed his daily tasks.

[Daily Task 1: Run 3000 meters (one spin of the reward wheel) (Completed)]

[Daily Task 2: Do one hundred sit-ups (2 attribute points to allocate freely) (Completed)]

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