Ye Buyu rested her chin on her hand, idly paddling her feet in the water. As she watched the fragile ripples in the pool, her gaze gradually drifted away.
What was the source? She had thought about it day and night without finding a lead. More than once, she had returned to the past, yet she still could not glimpse the secrets behind it.
But the true nature of that power seemed to be right before her eyes. Only a thin sheet of paper over the window stood between her and seeing its true form.
Even though it remained indistinct, she could still deduce something from the traces. Note had once speculated that her power might be time, but she did not think so.
She had only given Note an uncertain time, with no plan or detailed course of action, yet Note had still managed to arrive at the correct juncture. That had given her a new idea.
If more facts bore it out later, perhaps she would be able to confirm it.
The twelve geniuses racked their brains until their heads practically smoked, but still reached no useful conclusions. Wan Lan simply jumped into the pool, scooped up a handful of water, and splashed Ye Buyu.
"Stop thinking. Keep this up and your hair will turn from white to black."
Ye Buyu raised a hand to block the spray. "Don't come after me. Get Wei Changming. He's even taking notes in his little notebook."
Hearing that wicked suggestion, Wei Changming immediately tucked his notebook behind his back and looked accusingly at Ye Buyu.
"You're our class monitor, aren't you? Would it kill you not to come up with rotten ideas?"
Ye Buyu stood up and took a sprinter's starting stance, fixing her eyes on Wei Changming with an utterly