“Did you know, I’ve actually had your poster on my bedroom wall this whole time?” Starlight looked up at Chen Mo as she spoke.
After she finished, she lowered her head, her cheeks slightly flushed, as if she had just revealed some incredible secret.
Chen Mo was stunned for a moment.
“Then your taste is truly not very good.” Thinking about what was about to happen, Chen Mo suddenly felt his throat tighten.
“I thought you would have put up Homelander’s.” Starlight looked up, watching him with a bit of surprise.
“I’m serious,” Starlight said.
“I have a sort of schoolgirl crush on you.
Sorry, I hope that didn’t come out too abruptly.” After she finished, she looked away again, her fingers twisting together unnaturally.
“No, no, no, it won’t be abrupt at all, just a little crazy.” Chen Mo shook his head.
Every “No” sounded like he was trying to convince himself.
He knew he had to do something.
If Translucent didn’t see what he wanted to see, he wouldn’t leave; instead, he would become suspicious, because The Deep’s established persona was just that pathetic.
But making him take off his pants and expose that thing in front of an admirer, in front of a beautiful young girl, would be the most shameful moment of his entire life.
In his previous life, Chen Mo had been a normal person with normal morals and a normal sense of shame.
Even though he was now wearing The Deep’s skin, at his core, he was still the same ordinary person who would cringe so hard his toes would curl whenever he saw a “social death” video online.
But The Deep shouldn’t refuse a young, pretty girl.
The Deep shouldn’t have any moral bottom line.
The Deep was the loser whom everyone could mock, everyone could use, and everyone knew exactly what kind of trash he was.
He steeled his heart, placed his hand on his belt, and directly undid the buckle.
The sound of the metal buckle popping open was exceptionally clear in the quiet conference room.
Chen Mo’s hands were shaking.
It wasn’t fear.
It was shame.
A sense of shame that surged from the depths of his marrow, making him want to evaporate on the spot.
His reason told him this was acting, this was self-preservation, this was handing in a satisfactory answer to Translucent.
But his body wouldn’t cooperate.
However, when Starlight turned back to look at Chen Mo in confusion, she still saw a scene that made her want to shatter on the spot; she simply couldn’t believe her eyes.
“What’s wrong?
You just said you were infatuated with me, and I thought, you know…” Vought’s air conditioning was blowing cold.
Chen Mo tried to hypnotize himself into believing this was just a plot setting, but his twitching eye corner betrayed him.
“Oh, God.” Starlight said, her mouth wide open, staring at the scene with wide eyes as she shook her head and backed away.
“If you walk out of this conference room, then you won’t be able to join The Seven.” Chen Mo threatened, imitating the original plot, knowing there was no turning back now.
“What did you say?” The lights in the Vought conference room flickered on and off.
Starlight turned around and rushed in front of Chen Mo, looking at her former idol with angry eyes.
“Calm down, calm down.
I know how powerful your superpowers are.” Chen Mo was genuinely afraid that Starlight would just attack him right then and there; after all, The Deep was a total weakling among Superhumans.
“Starlight, I’m the second-in-command here.
If I say the word, you’ll be kicked out of here, especially after you assaulted me.” Chen Mo stepped forward twice, stood in front of Starlight, and pointed at the damaged surveillance screen.
“The sweetheart of Iowa, the guardian of Des Moines, had a mental breakdown and crazily assaulted The Deep.
That accusation could make you disappear from this industry entirely, miss.” “By then, all those children who worship you will be heartbroken and furious.
You don’t want that, right?” Chen Mo continued forward until the distance between them was almost nonexistent.
He pressed down on Starlight’s shoulders as she tried to back away, ensuring Translucent couldn’t see his lip movements, and leaned his head toward her ear, speaking rapidly: “Right now, don’t make a sound.
Translucent is watching us.
This was ordered by Homelander.
If we don’t do something today, we’ll both be in trouble.
I’m only doing this because Homelander forced me to.” Chen Mo shifted the blame to Homelander without any psychological burden; anyway, they were going to be enemies soon, so he didn’t fear them comparing notes.
Starlight froze.
Her rapid breathing sprayed against the side of Chen Mo’s neck, her whole body like a taut string.
“What did you say?” Her voice was very low, almost a whisper.
“Translucent.” Chen Mo’s lips barely moved, the sound squeezed out from between his teeth.
“Corner of the hallway, next to the potted plant.
He’s watching us right now.
What do you think he’s here for?” “Then what do we do?” Starlight gritted her teeth and said.
She didn’t want to leave The Seven; this had been her dream since she was a child, and it was her mother’s dream too.
“There’s no time.
Now, immediately, kneel.” “If you don’t want to tuck your tail and run home to find your mother, if you still want to join The Seven, come on, maybe in just three minutes, all your dreams can come true.” Chen Mo pulled back a little and said loudly for Translucent to hear.
Starlight looked at Chen Mo, closed her eyes, and slowly lowered her body.
In the corner, Translucent grinned, letting out a silent laugh as he enjoyed the show.
Although there was some interference, Chen Mo’s Psychic Power was still highly locked onto Translucent’s jelly-like, grayish consciousness.
His Psychic Power dared not focus downwards, so he could only let his mind wander to other things to distract himself and avoid this awkward situation.
I can feel the consciousness of fish, and I can feel Translucent’s consciousness.
Can I control Translucent then?
It always feels like my Psychic Power is like a bladder full of liquid, and what I’m using is just the little bit that leaks out because I can’t hold it in anymore.
Why is it like this?
Is it the fusion of Psychic Power caused by transmigrating?
And how should I develop that Psychic Power which is tens of thousands of times greater than what I have now?
If I really developed it, what could that Psychic Power do?
This kind of thing feels a bit like that Telekinesis they talk about on Douyin, both telepathy and manipulating life.
Will I be able to go up against the power-ceiling Homelander by then?
I must change everything in front of me.
I can’t be the dispensable one in The Seven anymore, otherwise, I’ll be crushed by the giant baby Homelander one of these days.
Translucent, that pervert, why won’t he leave?
You have a live interview, don’t you?
Laugh, laugh, what are you laughing at?
Sooner or later, I’ll kill you.
You’ll be blooming soon.
As the process went faster and faster, it became increasingly difficult for him to concentrate.
“No, that’s not right, I don’t need to worry about Homelander yet, there’s still Madelyn Stillwell.” After a while, Translucent finally left.
Chen Mo sensed it.
He moved his steps bit by bit towards the door, his footsteps so light that no one would notice anything wrong, but under Chen Mo’s active Psychic Power, he had nowhere to hide.
“Cough, cough, cough.” With Starlight’s coughing, it was finally over.
Eager to escape the scene, Chen Mo immediately leaned into her ear and said: “Translucent is gone.
I’m sorry, hurry up and tidy yourself up!” He immediately adjusted his clothes and ran out of the conference room as if fleeing.
Leaving behind only Starlight, who was still on the ground, staring at the floor with a dazed look in her eyes.