"I'm here, Slade."
Gwenpool, with a lollipop in her mouth, arrived at exactly the right moment. Not a second before or after the squirrels finished building the grand circus—it was simply perfect.
"Just like you instructed before, I'm ready. Are we starting now?"
"Mm, looks like you've adjusted yourself well." Su Ming smiled and patted the girl's arm. "It seems Harley has finished explaining the relationship between dreams and the subconscious to you."
In reality, Gwenpool looked terrible. Even with her mask on, exposing only the area around her mouth, anyone could tell that she was utterly haggard, as though she had been possessed by a ghost.
Eating candy was her way of replenishing the energy her brain needed to function. It was one of Gwenpool's little habits—whenever she felt she needed to think, she ate candy.
Other mercenaries often kept daggers, grenades, or shotgun shells tucked into their shoulder straps. Gwenpool alone carried a huge supply of lollipops.
She knew that thinking was sometimes necessary, but she really wasn't much of a student. Thinking gave her headaches, so she could only rely on sugar.
"Ah, when I used to go shopping with Harley, I never realized she was such a scholar." Gwenpool crouched down and drew circles on the ground with her finger, radiating gloom. "The person I hate most has changed from Marvel haters online to Floyd. I've had enough of psychology. That isn't a field normal people should be getting involved in."
"Ahem, looks like today's lesson was a little advanced. But it couldn't be helped." Su Ming comforted her, then had the Adjutant transfer her some Credit Points, using the crisp notification chime to cheer her on. "Next, you need to let me enter your mind first, then let the squirrels and the circus enter as