"Stop thinking about other things." Ling Wanbai tapped Little Wei's head.
"If you keep dwelling on nonsense, your brain will rot." Ling Wanbai said mercilessly.
Little Wei: ??
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I was just thinking about it—unlike someone who actually acts on it." Little Wei was already a master of sarcasm.
Hearing this, Ling Wanbai arched her brows with amusement, unfazed.
"If you say so, then sure."
Little Wei snorted lightly and pulled open the door, spotting Li Luoyi outside.
"Where to?" she asked bluntly.
"I’ll send you the location. We’ll go separately. If you don’t show up, I’ll… really look down on you." Li Luoyi tilted her chin slightly, her eyes filled with disdain.
Little Wei lowered her head, pouting slightly. So what if she was looked down upon? She didn’t need someone she disliked to respect her anyway.
Especially a creep like that.
After sending the location to Little Wei, Li Luoyi turned and left.
Little Wei forwarded the coordinates to Ling Wanbai, letting her take a look.
"Where is this Novia Planet?" Little Wei was completely clueless about this world’s geography.
"Novia Planet is a defeated world. It was overrun by the Zerg fifty years ago. The last great battle was fought there, and all the Zerg were wiped out. The planet’s just been cleared, and currently, no one lives there—only small teams go periodically to inspect the area."
Today happened to be outside the Federation’s inspection schedule.
But there were no Zerg left on Novia Planet.
Unless…
There were survivors?
The Zerg weren’t usually this sneaky, but what if they’d gained intelligence and were scheming?
"We can go, but we need to do one thing first." Ling Wanbai pulled Little Wei through the door into her own space.
"What?" Little Wei was puzzled.
Ling Wanbai moved efficiently, pulling a book from the shelf and bonking Little Wei on the head with it.
"These are combat techniques. They’ll help you."
Little Wei felt a warm glow seep into her body as a series of images flashed in her mind—two figures sparring, along with various mech combat moves. Though the scuffles looked more like elementary school brawls.
Still, it was useful.
At least if she ever transmigrated into a kid, she wouldn’t lose to kindergarteners.
"Thanks." Little Wei watched as Ling Wanbai put the book back, feeling a twinge of emotion.
"No problem. She was willing too." Ling Wanbai said without thinking.
"She?" Little Wei caught the word immediately. Wasn’t this supposed to be about recovering past-life memories?
A flicker of discomfort passed through Ling Wanbai’s eyes, but she smiled and nodded.
"I misspoke."
Si was just used to saying things like that.
Close call—almost gave herself away.
So far, she’d kept her identity perfectly hidden. Earlier, she’d even consulted Dr. Liu Mu from the company. Liu Mu said her issue was psychological—only by satisfying the soul’s impulses could the emotions be temporarily suppressed. But she could never fully merge with them.
Otherwise, her spirit might never recover, and she could even develop nightmares or inner demons.
"Oh." Little Wei didn’t dwell on it.
Maybe memory fusion just had some bugs.
"These techniques alone won’t guarantee victory, but they’ll be good practice for you." Ling Wanbai patted Little Wei’s shoulder.
That Li Luoyi definitely had some skills.
She’d make… a decent punching bag.
"Why do you sound like Si all of a sudden?" Little Wei found it odd.
Even if Ling Wanbai loved a fight, she wouldn’t say something like that.
Ling Wanbai would just pin her against a wall and say, "Woman, just stay in my arms. Leave the battlefield to me."
Sure, it was cringey, but that was the gist of it.
Ling Wanbai: "..."
"Who’s Si?" she countered, perfectly calm.
Little Wei quickly covered her mouth. What was she doing? Exposing Si’s identity wouldn’t do her any good.
"An old flame?" Ling Wanbai pressed, her eyes darkening dangerously.
Little Wei took a step back.
"Well…"
Crap, crap. Sweat beaded on Little Wei’s forehead—she’d slipped up.
But this wasn’t hard to fix.
"Ahem, actually, Si was a dog I used to have."
The moment the words left her mouth, Little Wei noticed Ling Wanbai’s expression shift dramatically. She couldn’t quite place the emotion, but she definitely sensed murderous intent.
Why was she so mad?
Was it because Si was still alive?
"Oh, and then… she died." Little Wei hurriedly added.
Ling Wanbai’s gaze turned even colder. Without another word, she strode down the stairs.
Little Wei scratched her head, baffled, and trailed after her.
What’s her problem?
Ugh, women are so petty. Getting mad over an insult to someone she doesn’t even like.
Wait—judging by Si’s earlier behavior, she and Big Cheng must’ve been close. Even if Big Cheng couldn’t remember Si, since she recalled past-life memories, she’d probably feel some familiarity with her.
So maybe Big Cheng’s anger made sense?
Little Wei caught up to Ling Wanbai just as she stepped onto a hoverboard, waiting ahead.
Little Wei hopped on too, standing in front of her, still uneasy.
"I’m sorry."
She apologized meekly, even tugging at Ling Wanbai’s sleeve, her head drooping like a scolded puppy.
Ling Wanbai glanced at her. "What are you sorry for?"
"I shouldn’t have called someone a dog." Little Wei cringed at her own words.
Why was she apologizing for insulting Si?
Ugh, this was too much.
Ling Wanbai’s stern expression softened slightly at her tone and pitiful look.
"Mm."
Little Wei: "..."
"Why are you so mad?" she muttered under her breath.
Were Si and Big Cheng so close they could share clothes or something?
"Don’t talk about people like that." Ling Wanbai ruffled her hair.
Little Wei finally understood.
Big Cheng was raised with proper manners—she rarely cursed and preferred well-behaved people.
"Got it. I won’t insult anyone again." Little Wei grabbed Ling Wanbai’s hand.
"Good. Just hold my hand later."
With that, the hoverboard shot into the sky. Under the intense pressure, massive golden wings unfurled behind Ling Wanbai, her face now concealed by armor.
In moments, the wings folded and transformed, and soon, a massive mobile aircraft loomed in the sky.
Before Little Wei could react, Ling Wanbai pulled her into the mech’s interior.
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