: The Perverted Voyeur

"?" A big question mark instantly appeared above Saitama's head. He turned to look at Boros with a speechless expression and couldn't help but ask:

"What's with the tone of your narration?"

"Sorry, wrong channel," Boros coughed and pointed ahead.

"Let's go buy some soy milk."

"No, I want milk."

Damn it, why are you always going against me, kid? You're asking for it x2...

As the two launched into another argument, in the shadows of a nearby stall, Genos crept forward, clutching a small notebook tightly in his hand, his eyes gleaming.

He quickly adjusted the focus of the electronic eye, and the green scanning light silently swept across the noisy area, the data stream scrolling rapidly on his retina.

"On the third day of the investigation, the teachers went out to buy groceries for the first time, and their behavior showed a major breakthrough... I see!" Genos nodded to himself as he quickly took notes.

"The secret to its power might lie hidden in these seemingly ordinary food combinations, or perhaps in some special ingredient!"

"The milk from the second shop on the right, the soy milk from the fifth shop on the left, the cabbage from the seventh shop..."

Genos hid behind a vending machine on the street corner, clutching a small notebook. His electronic eyes were capturing every detail with millisecond precision, even noting the angle of Boros's fingers as he picked up the cabbage and the length of Saitama's gaze as he selected milk.

This is not an ordinary shopping behavior, but an in-depth data analysis about "the cultivation of the strong".

"I see..." Genos wrote rapidly while frantically deducing in his mind.

"The teachers made a special trip to this market, and even the order in which they bought their groceries seemed to have some deeper meaning. Could it be that this is a 'superpower diet' that involves consuming specific ingredients and combining them?"

After the two swaggered away with their shopping bags, Genos immediately emerged from the shadows, sweeping through the entire store like a green whirlwind.

"Boss, give me a serving of milk! Boss, I want this soy milk fresh out of the pot! Cabbage, pork…"

Genos looked at the spoils in his hand and quickly tapped on his personal terminal:

"In any case, I'll send the data on the ingredients I bought back first, and let the doctor help with an in-depth analysis." Then he hurriedly picked up his spoils and chased after Boros and the other man.

"Boros, something's really wrong." On his way home, Saitama suddenly stopped and looked around with a serious expression. His signature dead fish eyes showed a rare hint of vigilance.

"I always feel like there's a pair of sinister eyes watching me from behind, like I'm being spied on by a pervert."

At that moment, a tall, humanoid monster with a white face mask suddenly jumped out and spread its arms to block the way.

"Hahahaha! I finally caught you, bald guy!" The strange man let out a sharp, piercing laugh. "Do you remember me? Today I'm going to..."

Boros casually smashed the monster to pieces, glanced at Genos in the distance, and said to Saitama, "Ah, bald guy, don't think too much about it, let's go back and eat."

"No, I'm going to catch this perverted stalker today. You go back first, and don't drink my milk."

"Do whatever you want," Boros shrugged and went home alone.

No one cared about the unknown monster who was blown up...

Saitama quickly glanced around and spotted an old green mailbox by the roadside. He crouched low, moving silently like a lurking cheetah, revealing only his piercing eyes fixed on the intersection ahead.

"I'll wait here, without moving an inch." Saitama silently encouraged himself, pressing his body tightly against the cold metal box.

"This is the only way back, with a wide field of vision. I could see even a mosquito flying by clearly. So, if any of those sneaky, furtive guys appear later, it's definitely that perverted stalker!"

Two hours later...

The streetlights cast long shadows on the empty streets. In the distance, Genos was locking onto the green mailbox using his high-powered electronic eye.

"Professor Boros has already returned to his residence. However... the data on Professor Saitama's side is very abnormal."

He stared at the heat source signal on the screen, which remained completely still, his brow furrowed.

"He's maintained this position for 120 minutes, and there's almost no muscle tremor. Is this some kind of special training?"

Just then, the communicator at his waist suddenly rang, interrupting his thoughts.

"Any results? Great, thank you, Doctor! I'll head back now." Genos perked up, glanced one last time at the mailbox, and then started heading back to the lab.

Over at the mailbox, Saitama finally succumbed to his leg cramps and laboriously shuffled out of the cramped space. Holding his aching knees, his face contorted with embarrassment, he looked at the empty street and muttered to himself, "...He didn't come?"

He dusted off his trousers, his earlier wariness vanishing, replaced by deep self-doubt and a strong craving for food. "Ah, maybe I was just overthinking it," Saitama sighed, then turned and ran home.

"Go back and eat. If that bastard Boros drinks my milk while I'm gone, I'll beat him to a pulp and send him flying into outer space!"

Inside the laboratory, data streams danced on the screen of a high-precision analyzer, and Genos stood in front of the control panel, his electronic eye flashing.

"Ingredients...calories...standard carbohydrate content..." he muttered mechanically.

Genos knelt heavily on the cold floor, the sound of his metal knees hitting the ground echoing in the deathly silent laboratory.

"Damn it...it's all just ordinary ingredients! The diet is perfectly normal, how is this possible?"

"In the end, we still didn't find anything..." Genos's voice was hoarse.

Silence lingered in the laboratory for a long time, broken only by the faint rustling of the fume hood. After a moment, Genos slowly raised his head from the floor, and his previously dim electronic eyes suddenly blazed with light.

"Since conventional observation and data cannot solve this puzzle, ... we will have no choice but to take the necessary measures..."

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The next day, the morning sun lazily streamed into the living room, filling the air with the characteristic languid atmosphere of after breakfast. Saitama sat cross-legged on the floor, his eyes glued to the television screen, his hands clicking rapidly on the game controller.

At the other end of the sofa, Boros lay listlessly. His dimensional energy level, having swept through the House of Evolution's monsters a few days prior, had reached 84 points. His brow furrowed, his finger hovering in the air, lost in thought.

"Should I increase my agility, or max out my stamina...?"

dong dong dong-

Suddenly, a rhythmic knocking sounded on the front door.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear, breaking the tranquility of the living room. Saitama's fingers paused, halting the game, and he turned to look at Boros on the sofa, his eyes conveying a clear meaning:

Someone is knocking on the door, go open it.

Boros rolled his eyes and returned the look with a glare:

"I am the overlord of the universe, this kind of chores is not for me to do, you go."

The two stared at each other, neither willing to budge, creating an awkward stalemate in the living room.

dong dong dong-

The knocking sounded again.

Just then, the sound of the last bowl being set down echoed from the kitchen. King wiped his hands and came out, his gaze sweeping back and forth between "Saitama playing games" and "Boros lying down," before letting out a deep sigh and silently thinking:

"Without me, this family will fall apart sooner or later..."

Helpless, King turned and walked towards the door, reaching out to open it.

"Hello, who are you?" King asked.

Outside the door, Genos, who was just about to knock again, was suddenly startled, his pupils contracting. "S-rank 6th, the King who is known as the strongest man on Earth?!" A storm raged in his heart.

"As expected, dragons don't dwell with snakes, and tigers don't walk with dogs! With these two teachers and King, this unassuming residential building has gathered so many powerful individuals. Living under the same roof, they certainly aren't just idly scraping by. This is definitely to encourage each other, to build a top-tier training ground for powerful individuals, and to learn from each other in pursuit of greater strength..."

Thinking of this, a flame called "desire" ignited in Genos's eyes. If I could join the ranks of these powerful individuals, observe their daily lives up close, and receive their guidance, I would absolutely, positively, break through my bottleneck and become as powerful as them!

Thinking of this, he quickly composed himself, adopted a respectful and polite expression, and bowed slightly, saying:

"Mr. King... hello! I'm sorry to bother you, I'm here to see Saitama and Boros."

He originally wanted to call him Teacher King, but his last shred of integrity made him realize that it was too outrageous, so he changed the word "teacher" to "sir".

"Saitama, Boros, someone's looking for you," King called out into the house, then muttered to himself:

"Old man? I'm only in my twenties, how did I become an old man? Have I looked haggard these past few days? I guess I need to buy some skincare products to take care of myself."

A few minutes later, everyone sat around the slightly worn table in the living room.

Saitama said somewhat impatiently, "Hey, it really is you. You actually came knocking on my door so quickly?"

Despite Saitama's impatience, Genos acted as if he hadn't heard him at all, selectively ignoring him, and quickly took out two beautifully packaged gift boxes from his storage device, presenting them to him with both hands.

"Teachers, it's an honor to visit you. This is the gift I've prepared for your apprenticeship," Genos said in a clear and sincere voice.

Sitting opposite him, Boros reacted swiftly, his hand already reaching out like lightning. While feigning a wave, he quickly tore open the package:

"Hey, look at you, kid. You're here all this way, why did you bring a gift? Don't be so formal."

Inside the gift box was a shimmering, dark gold cloak, made of a special material that subtly exuded a high-class feel. "Young man, you have good taste. Very good, you have a bright future," Boros thought to himself.

All eyes turned to Saitama, who was holding a strangely shaped, transparent bottle filled with an unidentified liquid. A label on the bottle read "Special Made by the Doctor." Saitama frowned, shook the bottle, making a splashing sound, and said disdainfully, "What's this? Laundry detergent?"

"Teacher Saitama," Genos explained from the side, "this is the 'Powerful Hair Growth Essence Shampoo' that I specially asked Dr. Kusno to develop. It's rich in more than fifty rare elements that promote hair follicle regeneration..."

"Hey, you bastard!" Veins bulged on Saitama's forehead as he raised the shampoo bottle, his voice rising eight octaves:

"Do they think I'm balding? Who needs this stuff! I'm not some middle-aged man who can't sleep because of my hair!"

Saitama complained vehemently, even making a gesture as if to throw the bottle into the trash can, but Boros, sitting next to him, noticed with sharp eyes that while he was cursing, Saitama had already very discreetly and almost stealthily stuffed the bottle of "hair growth potion" into the deepest pocket of his hoodie.