CHAPTER 102: CHAPTER 84: I AM YOUR GYM

"Looks like you really like it."

Senior Sister Fufu snorted softly while looking up.

Chloe sighed and said:

"How could anyone not like something from Sister Fufu."

"Wow, you’re quite the smooth talker, aren’t you?"

She gently wrapped her arms around Chloe and said:

"Do you want to give it a try?"

"Give it a try?"

"Try something we’ve never done before, like..."

...

She remembered something, poked Chloe’s chiseled muscles and said:

"Chloe, actu- actually, I want to ask you something."

"Hmm? Go ahead and ask."

Fufu was a bit embarrassed, and after hesitating for a moment, she said:

"Actually, at first, there was something I pretended not to care about, but in fact, I cared a lot."

"Hmm?"

Fufu patted his thigh:

"Be serious, Mr. Chloe."

Chloe straightened up, and after hearing Fufu’s soft moan, he said:

"Please speak, Lady Fu Icarus."

"The day I invited you to dinner, did something happen between you and President Lilith?"

Chloe hesitated for a moment.

He explained the situation of that day roughly, thinking it wasn’t his issue.

Fufu just smiled without saying a word.

Chloe said helplessly:

"I really don’t understand, someone like her doesn’t lack someone like me, why would she be so forward."

Fufu was a bit surprised.

She had been in the Fantasy Association for a long time and had never seen President Lilith act that way.

This completely overturned her preconceived notions about Lilith.

But she quickly came up with a logically consistent reason and said:

"Maybe after experiencing a life-and-death crisis, her mindset changed."

The news that President Lilith almost died had already spread in the Fantasy Association.

The Vice President had been accommodating her as much as possible recently.

Which made Sister Lilith quite irritable.

She often said she’s fine now.

But the members of the Association didn’t really believe it.

Now even the host of the Fantasy Show was temporarily replaced by Miseria.

Chloe hesitated for a moment but still asked:

"Sister Fufu, are you and President Lilith on good terms?"

"We’re okay, why do you ask?"

"I always feel like there’s something off with her."

Fufu tapped her chin with her fingertip, clapped her hands, and said:

"Is it that kind of situation boys find taboo, like being used by a bad woman?"

"Hmm."

Lilith’s attitude was too hard to grasp.

Was she trying to use her charm to make him a tool?

Or was she simply craving his body?

Or was she trying to get a handle on him?

He couldn’t figure it out.

Speaking of being a tool...

Since joining the Fantasy Association, he’s done similar work as regular members.

In fact, he hasn’t done as much as the convalescing Beauty President.

Speaking of craving his body...

That didn’t seem right either.

She’s different from girls like Senior Sister Fufu.

With Lilith, he could tell at a glance she was too inexperienced.

Although the Beauty President tried her best to showcase her enchanting elegance, her natural charm was undeniable.

But saying she had any real experience would be overestimating her.

She’s obviously very nervous and still tries to act tough.

So he was even more puzzled; with his ordinary appearance, how could she just give herself away without any understanding?

That was even stranger.

If it weren’t for Lilith shooting herself in the foot, treating a huge Red Moon Fragment like a gemstone for skewers, such a big mistake wouldn’t have happened.

Mr. Charles could effortlessly kill a chosen one without even dirtying his clothes.

If it weren’t for an oversight leading to such a catastrophe, he couldn’t think of anyone in the academy she needed to entrap in this way.

No need.

Really, no need.

So in the end, he could only accept the reason proposed by Senior Sister Fufu.

Maybe she faced a near-death experience, barely made it through, and once awake, she suddenly found life so beautiful, so she should have a proper romance.

And then, by coincidence, he caught her eye.

Sister Fufu waved her cute little fist and said:

"Don’t worry, if she bothers you again, I’ll help you beat her up."

Chloe was surprised and said:

"Are you sure you won’t be taken down instead? Plus, Miseria will certainly side with Lilith."

Senior Sister Fufu snorted softly and said:

"My status in the Association is quite high; by the time I advance to Sequence Seven, I’ll have someone hold off Miseria for a few seconds and then backstab her directly!"

Chloe naturally knew she was joking, but she couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Senior Sister Fufu is indeed too cute.

Later, I’ll run another lap outside, drag out the time a bit more, so she wouldn’t have the chance to return to the dormitory. That way, I can continue with what I couldn’t finish in the booth.

"Let’s go, we should leave now."

"Alright." Chloe snapped her fingers, basic magic instantly spread, tidying up the place, "Let’s go, Sister Fufu."

...

As it turned out, exercise indeed makes people hungry.

Not long after heading out, they found themselves at a barbecue stall to eat.

Just as they were about to finish, Chloe saw someone familiar.

Heisha Cavendish yawned, wobbling as she approached the barbecue stall.

"Boss, the usual, fill ’er up, and make the beer cold."

She seemed extremely tired, slumped onto a chair, and immediately started dozing off.

Fufu studied her for a long time, cautiously said:

"Chloe, why do I feel like that person looks like Master Heisha?"

"Not just looks like, it is."

Senior Sister Fufu had some understanding of Master Heisha.

After all, the Fingertip Snow training method of the Shadow Stabbing specialty now uses Heisha’s techniques.

Her presence certainly wasn’t lacking in various course materials.

He stepped forward, just about to shake Heisha awake, when Heisha opened her eyes and said:

"Boss, is the food served?"

She didn’t smell the aroma of grilled meat, thought something was wrong. But when she opened her eyes and saw her good student standing in front of her:

"What the heck, it’s you, kid."

"What’s ’kid’? I’m your good student, alright! Show some dignity befitting a renowned teacher!"

"Can dignity exchange for research funding?" Heisha spread her hands.

Fufu stepped forward, respectfully said:

"Hello, Master Heisha."

"Huh, aren’t you from the Shadow Stabbing specialty..."

Chloe added:

"Fu·Icarus, she’s quite famous in the Shadow Stabbing Class."

"Oh right, the genius girl I once taught a few tricks." She looked down at Fufu’s hands, and after a moment smiled and said, "Indeed a genius girl."

Chloe curiously asked:

"Master Heisha, you can even gauge the Fingertip Snow training level from the palm lines?"

Admittedly, when Fingertip Snow is trained to the highest level, hands become as white as snow.

But some are innately gifted with such talent, recognizing it at a glance as a genius girl might not be something even the principal could do.

Unexpectedly, Heisha crossed her legs and said with a smile:

"Her hands are about the same as mine. I’m a genius, so she’s also a genius."

Boom.

Such a strong unbeatable reasoning.

What a "reflection of oneself" explanation.

But he wouldn’t back down and said, "Then what does that make me?"

He opened Fufu’s palm and pressed his own against it, then solemnly said:

"Aren’t my hands more different from Fufu’s?"

Unexpectedly, Heisha snorted and said:

"Your Fingertip Snow training isn’t there yet! You have a long way to go!"

Chloe calmly replied:

"Then how about the Titan Path..."

"You and I are different types of geniuses."

Heisha’s drowsy eyes cleared up, speaking firmly.

Fufu curiously observed the scene.

She recalled Chloe telling her before that the Extreme Association could gain technical support from Master Heisha.

Now it seems Chloe holds more leverage than he thought.

"Alright, Master Heisha, you enjoy your meal, we should head out."

"Go on, after registering with Fufu tomorrow, remember to come to me. The preliminary preparations are mostly done."

"That soon?"

Heisha glanced at him and said wryly:

"Special cases are handled specially."

Evidently, someone had expedited the project.

"Alright, I’ll handle things quickly and come over tomorrow."

As for tonight, he intended to enjoy a wonderful evening.

However...

Things did not go as smoothly as he imagined.

As the time approached when he planned to invite Senior Sister Fufu to the hotel, Fufu’s phone suddenly rang.

She frowned, took out her phone for a glance, and answered the call.

"Hello, it’s me, yes, what can I do for you?"

"What? Okay, I’ll be right there. Do contact the Healing Series mentors first."

"That serious? Impossible, we weren’t injured at all in the Maze, there was nothing unusual about the Maze Monsters."

"Alright, I’ll head over first."

Fufu hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and said:

"Chloe, something happened at the school."

Chloe frowned.

In the simulation, nothing had happened to Fufu at this time.

Was it the influence of Heisha changing team members?

"Should I go with you?"

Late at night, he wouldn’t feel at ease leaving her to go alone.

"Alright."