The Benefits of Living a Long Life (Second Update)

After dinner, Yukio took out three sheets and spread them out on the floor:

"There are no beds in the old house; we all sleep on the floor according to tradition."

"No problem."

Hawking nodded. He didn't care about sleeping; his body was sleeping, but his soul still needed to continue cultivating.

Dispel the Shadow Clone that were training in the school's simulated combat room, absorb their memories and experience from a day of training, and as soon as the body collapses, the physical body immediately enters a deep sleep mode.

At the same time, his soul, dressed in Shinigami Garb, left his body.

The Deathstrike and Yukio were standing nearby, stared at Hawking, who had fallen asleep in a second, and couldn't help but laugh after a moment of surprise.

"Miss Yuriko, is he also a teacher at your school?"

Seeing Hawking fall asleep, Yukio and Deathstrike also lay down. However, having just eaten, they didn't fall asleep as easily as Hawking, so after a while, they started chatting.

Since they were both from the same country, spoke the same language, and were both Mutants, they naturally had more in common.

"Of course not. In fact, he's still a student at the school."

The Deathstrike rolled her eyes and replied.

Without Hawking's permission, she naturally wouldn't reveal Hawking true identity, but he could reveal his status as a student.

Given Hawking's age, he was indeed still a student who hadn't graduated from school.

"He's a student? How old is he?"

Yukio looked surprised.

Hawking struck her as quite mature, even intimidating.

Especially when the Yashida Family was bombed, to be honest, she was quite shaken by Hawking's passing.

"How old? I Professor Jean mention that Hawking is only sixteen this year."

The Deathstrike thought for a moment and replied.

Upon hearing this, Yukio sat up instantly:

"What? Only sixteen? Two years younger than me!"

"Although he's only sixteen, I think whoever marries him in the future will be very happy."

He's rich, capable, can manage household chores, cook, and is very handsome. If I weren't so much older than him, I would be smitten.

The Deathstrike sized up Yukio's figure:

"I think you'd be quite suitable. Why don't you consider talking to Hawking? I can help you make the connection."

"Yuriko, what are you saying?"

Yukio was instantly dumbfounded.

She just wanted to find out some information about Hawking, how did the conversation veer off to this point?

Although she recognized Yuriko as Logan's colleague, that didn't mean she completely trusted the two of them.

However, due to Hawking's terrifying strength, he decided to follow the two to see if he could find Logan and Mariko.

If the two are lying and have some schemes against Mariko, then gathering some information now will allow her to think of ways to protect Mariko's safety in advance.

"I noticed you seem quite curious about Hawking, so I assumed you had feelings for him, didn't you?"

The Deathstrike laughed and said:

"I've been there, sister. Once a girl becomes curious about a boy, it's highly likely that she has developed feelings for him, she just hasn't realized it yet."

"It's okay, don't be shy. I have some news for you: Hawking didn't have a girlfriend yet."

"I'm going to sleep now."

Yukio blushed, lay down, and closed her eyes.

The Deathstrike's teasing made her heart race when she looked at Hawking, and she didn't dare to ask for any more information, so she pretended to be asleep and ended the conversation.

Seeing this, the Deathstrike stopped and smiled to herself, thinking:

"The young girl is still a bit too inexperienced."

Hawking, who had listened to the entire conversation in his Reaper form, simply shook his head and continued his cultivation.

The Deathstrike had worked with Stryker for a while and, after receiving professional training, easily discerned Yukio's intentions. Those few teasing remarks were actually meant to prevent Yukio from asking further questions.

However, this didn't bother him; he didn't care that Yukio had found out about him.

The next day, at noon.

A somewhat old bus, carrying drowsy elderly people, slowly came to a stop on the side of the street in this seaside town.

The tall and slender Mariko reached out and nudged Wolverine, who had fallen asleep on her shoulder due to exhaustion, waking him up before they got off the bus together.

Since yesterday, Wolverine's body has been experiencing problems; his healing ability has inexplicably decreased significantly.

This also meant that when he was saving Mariko, he was unable to exert his full strength due to his physical condition, and his injuries were slow to heal.

Last night, thanks to the help of the son of the owner of that love hotel who is studying veterinary medicine, I was able to stitch up my wounds and recover somewhat.

The two bought some groceries in the town and chatted as they walked toward the secluded old house.

"Wait a minute, you just said this place has been uninhabited for a long time?"

As Wolverine approached the old house, he glanced at the gate and suddenly stopped, wary.

Mariko also quickly stopped in her tracks:

"Yes, it should be about ten years."

"The gate wasn't locked, and there were footprints at the entrance, so there might be someone inside."

Wolverine, holding Mariko's hand, began to slowly back away.

Given his current physical condition, he is not suited for combat, especially when he needs to protect a young lady.

"Oh my, you're holding that hand really tight. I thought you were being chased, but it turns out you're actually flirting with some girl. Tsk tsk tsk."

The window of the old house was pushed open, and Deathstrike leaned out halfway. She saw Wolverine pulling Mariko along and immediately began to speak in a sarcastic Mariko.

Logan was also stunned when he saw the Deathstrike, and then immediately let go of Mariko's hand:

"Yuriko, what are you doing here?"

"I can be wherever I want."

The Deathstrike laughed as she closed the window, but the force she used caused several cracks to appear in the wooden window.

Seeing this, Hawking, who was eating, stopped eating and asked with a smile:

"Have they arrived?"

In fact, he had already sensed Wolverine and Mariko as soon as they arrived near the old house.

"Arrive."

The Deathstrike nodded, then said to Yukio, who excitedly stood up to go out and greet her:

"Go check on your best friend right away, or she might get ravaged by that 172-year-old lecher Logan."

"Mariko!"

Yukio, no longer caring about the Deathstrike's jokes, rushed out quickly.

Hawking simply smiled upon hearing this and didn't say anything more.

To Deathstrike, who is in her thirties, Mariko, who has just turned twenty, is a young girl. But to Wolverine, who is 172 years old, both of them are young girls and there is not much difference between them.

"Living a long life has its advantages; you can always date eighteen-year-old girls."

"Hawking, you're here too! That's wonderful!"

Wolverine walked into the hall and saw Hawking there, and immediately burst into laughter.

With Hawking here, there's no need to worry about safety anymore.