Lack of Common Sense Was Understandable, but Lack of Self-Control Was Absurd

Lu Xingshi had no idea that the Heavenly Fate Master had gone to see the Grand President. All he knew was that Zheng Zhu had been sneaking out of the Experimental base lately to show off outside.

Zheng Zhu thought he had acted without a sound, but in truth, Lu Xingshi had every one of his movements under control.

He had even managed to win the beauty's heart after playing the hero and saving her.

Lu Xingshi could tell at a glance that the so-called "beauty" was actually bait the Grand President had set for Zheng Zhu. But Zheng Zhu was still a teenager, an age marked by rebellion.

If he told Zheng Zhu directly, Zheng Zhu would never believe him. Not to mention that this "beauty" obeyed his every word, knew when he was cold and when he was warm, and understood romance—far better than Lu Xingshi, the professor who only provided him with strength.

Her understanding was fake. She did not understand him at all.

She had no idea what Zheng Zhu's hourly blood flow rate was, nor did she know how to calculate his bone density. All she knew was this so-called emotional value.

Until one day, the two of them sparked like thunder and fire.

The scene was so chaotic that even Lu Xingshi had been too embarrassed to watch.

That "beauty's" skull had flown off.

The main problem was that neither of them had any common sense, especially Zheng Zhu.

The "beauty" he had saved was merely an ordinary person, while Zheng Zhu was a Type 9 God Chosen. Not to mention anything else, with even a little force, he could turn the woman into a puddle of flesh.

When thunder met fire, Zheng Zhu had indeed controlled his strength and avoided killing her with