Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 464 - 239: The Healing Cute Voice

Chapter 464 -239: The Healing Cute Voice

One must know that the A-level permission in the library is far from just a simple letter. This is an exclusive privilege available only to those with an official faculty status at Dingchuan Academy.

No transferring, no lending, countless exclusive areas walled off by isolating measures.

Above this level would be professor-level permissions, which belong to the absolute secrets of Ding Chuan, secrets that neither Mu Fan nor Black have access to beneath those layers of seals.

“Right, I can help you with technique selection, and then master it through simulation with the Light Computer.”

How come the problem Mu Fan agonizingly pondered over for days seemed as simple as drinking plain water when explained by Black?

“That good?”

“What else!”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner!”

“You’re learning bad habits, my Mu Fan…”

Black heaved a deep sigh, feeling heartache for the increasingly scheming Mu Fan.

Though it didn’t have a heart, that was inconsequential.

When Mu Fan truly decided to do something, his thoughts were clearer than at any other time.

“I’ll start training Charging Step from the Six Forms in the Gravity Room this afternoon. Help me make an appointment at the Blue Capital Star Construction Bank for four o’clock. And then…”

Mu Fan’s voice paused, as if considering something.

“And then what?” Black’s curiosity piqued, rarely seeing Mu Fan making plans formally.

“Then help me figure out how to forge an alibi for not being present.”

“Simple, leave it all to me. I’ll use my unique Mirror Image watermark technology so everyone will think you got into a cab and returned to campus. That even came to your mind, Mu Fan, you’re getting more complex.”

“Hahaha.” Mu Fan, who had been running with a serious expression, suddenly burst into laughter, surprisingly receiving such heartfelt praise from Black. It was joyous.

“Right, any suggestions for the infiltration outfit?”

“You’re thinking about that now? I have already arranged it. A robot delivery service will bring a package at noon. Inside is a lightweight backpack I procured from another planet. It can be disguised as a briefcase on the outside for you to carry to the bank.”

“Then, after you leave the Star Construction Bank in the afternoon, go to a nearby garbage processing station. I’ve already set up a cleaning robot to deposit a bag of clothes there on schedule. Stuff the formal outfit you’ll be wearing into the backpack, and everything will be sorted.”

Black perfectly completed Mu Fan’s plan.

“Excellent! Black, you really are one of a kind,” Mu Fan sincerely complimented.

“Ahhahahahaha~ I also think so. After all, I am the greatest Intelligent Life in this world!” Black couldn’t be more smug now.

Really can’t stop praising…

Mu Fan looked up and realized he had reached the apartment door.

Without further conversation with Black, Mu Fan entered the second floor via the Floating Stairs.

The time was now 5:45; White Hair should be awake, and the others probably still asleep.

Mu Fan’s fingers hadn’t yet touched the door when he heard a click, and the door suddenly opened.

His fingers quickly withdrew, and Mu Fan was taken aback.

Was White Hair always so eager to get up?

Dressed in brand-less sportswear, his transition from a noble young master to a sunny boy was seamless.

With a hearty smile and a tone of surprise, he asked, “You’re up so early too?”

Mu Fan was truly surprised because the person leaving was Gu Yunyou, the fourth roommate he had just met the day before.

“Yep, I’ve gotten used to exercising early. What about you?”

“The early bird catches the worm. Laziness is the worst kind of behavior. Haha, want to go for a jog?”

With a wink and a meaningful look, Gu Yunyou invited Mu Fan.

Mu Fan waved his hands quickly: “No, I need to wash up and get ready for breakfast.”

“Alright then, see you tonight.”

After waving, the cheerful Gu Yunyou stepped into the Floating Stairs and disappeared from view.

Who would have thought, this roommate of his, apparently coming from a very wealthy background, had such high self-discipline and was at least three notches more articulate than White Hair!

Why are there such big gaps between people?

Shaking his head, Mu Fan entered the apartment.

As expected, both of their bedroom doors were locked tight. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

After washing up methodically, Mu Fan dried his face and knocked on White Hair’s door.

Knock, knock, knock.

No answer…

Knock, knock, knock.

Still no answer!

Just as Mu Fan’s hand was raised to knock again.

The door creaked open slightly.

But there was no other movement.

What’s going on?

Mu Fan pushed open the door.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

A figure with red streaks performed three consecutive backflips, then landed steadily from the floor onto the bed.

“Sa!”

What?

“A-ku!”

Only to see White Hair, his body bare, NO, he still had a dazzling red pair of underwear around his waist!

At this moment, he was looking down with closed eyes at the bed, slowly lifting his white hair with one hand, while the other hand held up a finger, gently shaking it.

“Xiaoxi, how many times have I told you, personal worship is forbidden in this dormitory… If you feel that my look has shocked your soul, then please feel free to insult me with your camera.”

Mu Fan’s hands danced uncontrollably. If it weren’t for White Hair’s messed-up head, insisting on turning him into a pig-headed brute!

“Xiaoxi, why aren’t you speaking?… Hehe, are you jealous of my stunning muscles? Where’s the sound of your camera? Let me hear the scream in your heart.”

With one fist against his forehead, bending over at the waist, the muscles one by one became prominent, even more eye-catching against the background of those red underwear.

Mu Fan, with trembling hands, took out the top-tier Sky Communication device that Nuonuo had given him.

He closed his eyes and pressed down hard on the camera button aimed at White Hair striking a pose.

Click!

The sound of the shutter clicked.

White Hair, feeling pleased with himself, shuddered once more, showing off his rib-like muscles.

Then he flicked the thin sheet with the tip of his toe to wrap himself in it, and tossed his bowed head upward.

“Why is it five minutes later than scheduled… OH SHIT!!”

When he saw that the trembling person standing at the door was Mu Fan, White Hair plastered himself against the wall with a smack, trembling like a chick in the presence of an eagle.

“Dude, how come you’re here! Where’s that scumbag Xiaoxi, he said he’d come find me this morning.”

Mu Fan’s voice came out hoarse from his throat, “Yin Shuai, you are really something, successfully lowering my standards once again.”

“He…he, I really didn’t expect it to be you. That scumbag Xiaoxi said we were supposed to go stake out at the girls’ dormitory this morning.”

“First put on some clothes and then we’ll talk business!”

Forcibly suppressing the restlessness stirring within him, Mu Fan slammed the door shut with a bang.

“Alright, I’ll get dressed, but you agreed, no hitting the face.”

While the shivering White Hair huddled at the side of the bed, watching Mu Fan’s hand reach behind him…

His gaze shook again in fear.

And then, Mu Fan pulled out…

A woven tote bag.

“Bai Guyue has finished the brain area repair agent for you. She said it should cure the hidden damage in your brain. I just hope that next time you won’t foam at the mouth again.”

Seeing Mu Fan’s helpless expression and the words he spoke, White Hair was overwhelmed with emotion.

He dashed over to grab the weave bag.

Peering inside at the syringe and medicine lying quietly in a transparent little box, he was too excited to speak.

“Th… thank you, I really didn’t think that I…”

Mu Fan saw real tears in White Hair’s eyes, his excitement incoherent, utterly unlike his normal self.

“Bai Guyue has always remembered this matter; you should thank her. I’m off to continue training and get some food, see you~”

“Go ahead, my Mu Fan. I won’t forget this kindness!” said White Hair, his eyes fixated on the syringe.

“Intravenous injection, huh.”

“I got it,” affirmed White Hair confidently, knowing what to do.

Mu Fan reminded him once more, hearing White Hair’s assured response, he felt relieved to return to his own bedroom.

White Hair should know what to do, no need to worry. Mu Fan decided he needed to quickly check on Nuonuo’s situation, to find out what was going on.

Shaking his head, Mu Fan collided with his room door.

At that moment, Li Xiaoxi, yawning and bleary-eyed, stumbled out of his room.

Yawning~~ It seems like he overslept. That shouldn’t be the case.

He then walked over to White Hair’s bedroom door.

Huh? The door wasn’t closed.

So he pushed open the door, calling out, “Brother Mao, sorry I’m late, let’s go, yawn~”

But this yawn was cut short halfway through, Xiaoxi now wide-awake, his hands clamped over his mouth to stop any sound.

A shudder from the tip of his spine to his tailbone sent a huge chill through his body.

At this very moment, White Hair was kneeling on the bed, his red shorts once more revealed, but now pulled halfway down. Struggling to tilt his head backwards, he held a syringe in one hand at the precise angle to insert it into his toned buttock’s… thigh vein.

With the needle’s penetration, the cool liquid entered the muscle. His white hair swung in an arc as his head jerked back, moans of ultimate satisfaction escaping his throat.

“Ah~~~ That feels amazing~~~”

Those haunting sounds pierced Xiaoxi’s ears.

Li Xiaoxi’s eyes brimmed with tears, his teeth biting into his collar to muffle his terrified sobs:

“Mommy… I’m scared.”