After more than two months of preparation, Zhao Han finally felt confident enough to treat someone.
Time had also slipped quietly past the year twenty-three and into February of year twenty-four.
A new year, a new operation. How lucky.
That was how she encouraged herself.
"Thank you, Teacher." Early in the morning, she gratefully thanked Wenren Sheng, then asked one more question. "Happy New Year. Aren't you almost thirty this year?"
"What do you mean, thirty? I've always been eighteen—the age before the National College Entrance Examination. Remember that. I have Expert Level Extraordinary Memory, so there's absolutely no way I could get my age wrong." Wenren Sheng was completely serious, without the slightest hint of a joke.
"Tch..." Little Illusion, who was eating a roujiamo, mocked him. "Uncle, you're already thirty-five and still claiming you're eighteen. Aren't you ashamed?"
"Don't slander me out of thin air! No matter how you count it, I can't possibly be thirty-five!" Wenren Sheng flew into a rage.
"How is that impossible? You've used Thought Acceleration so many times that your mental age passed thirty-five long ago. You should be at least fifty-three." Little Illusion said smugly.
"You don't get another roujiamo." Wenren Sheng coldly picked up the plate from in front of her.
You're just an illusory image, yet you still insist on eating physical food. What a waste. Don't you know there are still many people going hungry? "Master's a big bad guy! Big bad guy!" Little Illusion jumped up to snatch it back, but she couldn't reach it. There was nothing she could do—she was still so tiny.
She couldn't use Mysterious Power at a time like this either, since her real body was still inside Wenren Sheng's body.
Zhao Han hurriedly left. This was not the time to get involved;