Senga looked at her palm, which was gleaming faintly, and muttered to herself,
"Just as I thought, Qi can be absorbed."
In his view, Qi is the life energy produced by the human body, and the God Tree inherently has the function of absorbing life energy.
However, lower-level God Tree can only first sow Chakra seeds into the human body, and then recycle them after the person has refined the Chakra to be more powerful.
However, Senga is someone who ate the God Tree Fruit, so any life energy is a great tonic for him.
With a thought, a bright blue orb of light appeared in Senga's palm. Yamcha's eyes widened in surprise.
"How is that possible!? That's my Spirit Bomb!?"
Senga pointed a finger at Yamcha, and a ball of light shot out, finally stopping just a little distance from Yamcha's face.
Yamcha broke out in a cold sweat; he remembered that his speed with his Spirit Bomb wasn't that fast!
He knew that if he had been hit by the gas blast, he would definitely be lying on the ground right now.
While he was still in a daze, the ball of light suddenly turned into specks of light and disappeared, and what appeared next was Senga smiling.
"Mr. Yamcha, the battle is over."
As she spoke, Senga flicked her finger at Yamcha's forehead, and with a snap, Yamcha's Byakugan rolled back, and she collapsed at Senga's feet.
This happened so suddenly that Bulma and the others didn't even bother to go up and check on Yamcha; they were all staring intently at Senga.
No. 18 cheered and rushed to Senga's side, tiptoed and kissed her on the cheek. Senga's face was red, whether from excitement or shyness, it was hard to tell.
"Senga, you're amazing!"
Senga smiled and patted No. 18's head, then turned to Bulma and said,
"Miss Bulma, Mr. Yamcha has fainted. Should we take him to the hospital?"
Bulma snapped out of her daze, gave Senga a complicated look, then shook her head and said,
"No need, I'll send someone to take him to the hospital later. I really didn't expect Senga to be so capable."
Mrs. Brief exclaimed in amazement.
"Is Brother Senga really just a student? With such skill, how come I've never seen you participate in a martial arts tournament!"
Senga smiled slightly, put on his black-rimmed glasses again, and said,
"Hehe, I prefer learning to fighting. Knowledge changes destiny, after all!"
Senga added in her mind,
"You agree, right, Gohan?"
Bulma, a genius female scientist, felt a surge of goodwill towards Senga after hearing this. Just as she was about to say something, No. 18 grabbed Senga's arm and said...
"Senga, it's getting late, we should head back!"
No. 18 gave Bulma a wary look, but she still politely said goodbye to Mrs. Brief, and then pulled Senga away without saying another word.
Senga looked helpless. He waved to Bulma and was then pulled away by No. 18.
After the two left, Mrs. Brief asked Bulma,
"Bulma, aren't you going to check on Mr. Yamcha?"
Bulma glanced at Yamcha lying on the ground with some disdain and said irritably,
"No need. It's his own fault for not training properly. Senga only flicked him. Just have a few staff members take him inside to rest!"
On the way back, No. 18 kept staring intently at Senga's profile. Senga finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked,
"What happened? Is my face covered in flowers?"
"Hmm... I just think you look so handsome today! Especially after you took off your glasses!"
"It's not like this is the first time you've seen me without my glasses, is it really that big of a deal?"
"The setting is different! But it's a good thing you're wearing glasses, otherwise..."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing!"
No. 18 smoothed a few strands of golden hair from her forehead and thought to herself,
"Otherwise, who knows how many infatuated girls would have been attracted!"
Senga had no idea about No. 18's little scheme. He adjusted his black-rimmed glasses and said,
"Actually, it doesn't really matter whether I wear these glasses or not. If you don't want to see, I won't wear them."
As Senga was about to take off her glasses, No. 18 panicked and grabbed Senga hand, shouting...
"Don't pick it, don't pick it! I like you both!"
"Oh?"
Senga paused, a playful expression appearing on his face, and asked,
"What did you just say you liked?"
"Well..."
No. 18's pretty face instantly turned bright red. Although others thought the two were a couple, she herself thought so too.
However, neither she nor Senga has made their relationship public yet.
What she blurted out in her haste was practically a confession of love.
Seeing that No. 18's face was so red, Senga didn't continue to make things difficult for her and changed the subject.
"Speaking of your younger brother, Lapis..."
However, No. 18 suddenly raised his face, looked at Senga seriously, and said,
"Senga- kun, I like you!"
She's not the type to overthink things; in just a short while, she figured it out: if you like someone, you like them, there's no need to hide it.
Faced with No. 18's sudden confession, Senga was stunned for a moment, but after reacting, he didn't hesitate and pulled No. 18 into his arms, whispering,
"Then please take good care of me from now on, my classmate No. 18."
"Um..."
After saying that sentence, No. 18 seemed to lose all her strength. If Senga's hearing hadn't been exceptionally good, she might not have been able to hear that "hmm."
He gently patted No. 18's back a few times to help her calm her turbulent emotions. The two looked at each other and kissed in the afterglow of the setting sun.
After confirming their relationship, No. 18 became even bolder. She pressed herself against Senga's arm, completely disregarding the stares of passersby, and returned to her front door.
She looked at her front door with some resentment, complaining inwardly about how short the walk was.
When she saw the motorcycle parked at the door, she secretly made up her mind that she would definitely teach Lapis a lesson that night to vent her anger, since he was her younger brother.
No. 18 turned around, looked at Senga with reluctance, and said,
"That's enough for now, I should go home. I'll come find you in class tomorrow!"
Senga nodded and said with a smile,
"I'm really looking forward to tomorrow! See you tomorrow, the No. 18!"
"Okay! See you tomorrow!"
This time, Senga didn't hold back anymore. With a flash, she disappeared from the spot.