Chapter 1140
Cui Ming's Terrifying Knowledge Reserves
Ritsuko had to admit that Choi Myung, in a certain sense, held an irresistible attraction for her. It wasn't a dazzling, breathtaking beauty, nor was it deliberately ingratiating gentleness; it was just that indescribable, uniquely his feeling.
The composed and taut profile of her face as she focused on driving, the helpless yet warm tone in her voice after Misato's surprise kiss, even the nonchalant self-deprecation when she called herself a "womanizer"—all these made her exceptionally pleasing to the eye, and the more she looked, the more she couldn't take her eyes off her.
Ritsuko instinctively gripped the hem of her skirt at her knees, her fingertips turning slightly white. She dared not even breathe heavily, afraid of disturbing this secret flutter of emotion. The light and shadow outside the car window flashed by, casting varying shades of light and dark contours on Choi Myung's jawline and brow bone, making his already sharp features even more defined. His fingers on the steering wheel were long and strong, with distinct knuckles. The slight curve of his wrist when shifting gears carried a nonchalant efficiency that made her heart skip a beat again.
"Hey, Ritsuko, what are you daydreaming about? Why is your face still red?" Misato leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against Ritsuko's ear, her teasing gleam in her eyes impossible to hide. "Could it be that you're staring at Choi Myung so intently because he's handsome?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Ritsuko snapped back to reality, turning her face away hastily like a thief caught red-handed. Her cheeks flushed even more, and even the tips of her ears felt burning hot. She tried to appear calm as she tidied up the stray hairs by her temples, her gaze drifting to the rapidly receding scenery outside the window, but her mind was filled with the image that had just been frozen in time, refusing to leave.
Choi Myung, in the driver's seat, seemed to notice the commotion in the back seat. He glanced briefly through the rearview mirror and met Ritsuko's flustered and evasive gaze. A faint smile flickered in his eyes, so quick it was almost imperceptible, but his tone remained calm: "Stop teasing her, Misato."
This seemingly casual attempt to defuse the situation only made Ritsuko's mind more chaotic. She secretly glanced up at Choi Myung through the rearview mirror, just in time to see him withdraw his gaze and refocus on the road ahead. Sunlight fell on his slightly lowered eyelashes, casting a small, soft shadow, softening his usual aloofness and adding a touch of gentleness.
She suddenly understood the reason for her attraction—Cui Ming possessed a contradictory quality. He seemed carefree and unrestrained, even jokingly calling himself a womanizer, yet he hid gentleness and propriety in the details. Unlike others who deliberately flaunted their charm, this understated quality, like tea brewed in lukewarm water, quietly captured her attention.
"Tch, I wasn't teasing her. She's the one whose eyes are glued to Choi." Misato pouted, but wisely stopped asking questions. Instead, she reached out and poked the back of Choi's chair. "Hey, you womanizer, let's find a place to stop later. I need to buy a drink."
"Okay." Cui Ming responded, and with a slight turn of his wrist, the car slowly changed lanes and drove towards the convenience store on the side of the road.
Ritsuko leaned back in her seat, watching Choi Myung's steady driving figure, and let out a soft sigh, trying to calm her pounding heart. But she knew clearly that this sudden flutter of the heart, like a pebble thrown into a lake, had already created ripples in her heart that wouldn't easily dissipate. She even looked forward to the rest of the journey, to being able to see him a few more times, to feeling that uniquely his aura—aura that brought both peace and unease.
However, what the group didn't know was that in a dimension beyond their perception, an invisible being was experiencing extreme ecstasy, its maniacal laughter echoing throughout the entire level of consciousness, filled with undisguised excitement and exhilaration.
"Hahahaha! Ahahahahahahaha! Ahahahahahahahahahaha! That's awesome! That's really awesome!!!! Well done! Storm One!!!!"
This is the maniacal laughter of the world's consciousness. It has no concrete form, yet it clearly conveys surging emotions, as if the entire space is trembling with its laughter. It is now ecstatically happy, every fluctuation of its consciousness radiating jubilation, like a child who has received a beloved toy.
"Go for it! Storm One! Snatch all the support from that damned Rokufen Gigendo!!! Wait, that old man doesn't need it anymore! Anyway! Storm One! Go for it! I will do my best to assist you! Hahahaha!!!!" Its fragmented consciousness was chaotic yet fiery, its tone full of urgent encouragement, even its words were somewhat incoherent with excitement, its mind was full of wanting to make things difficult for Rokufen Gigendo.
What it was most proud of was that it hadn't interfered in the slightest! Ritsuko's attraction to Choi Myung, and the subtle atmosphere that grew between the three of them, were entirely due to Choi Myung's own charm, an instinctive attraction. This progress, without any external force, pleased it even more than if it had controlled it itself.
Of course, the world's consciousness didn't intend to stand idly by. After all, to completely break down the Six Elements Origin Hall and disrupt the old man's entire plan, Cui Ming's charisma and actions alone weren't enough. It also wanted to personally intervene, add fuel to the fire, and feel a sense of participation, watching the Six Elements Origin Hall's schemes fail step by step—that would be truly satisfying!
The euphoria on a conscious level continued, while the three people inside the car remained immersed in their own emotions. Choi Myung gripped the steering wheel firmly, his gaze focused on the road ahead, occasionally glancing at the two in the back seat through the rearview mirror; Misato leaned against the window, scrolling through her phone, occasionally looking up to complain about the traffic; Ritsuko, meanwhile, kept her head down, the blush on her cheeks still lingering, the flutter in her heart still quietly spreading. No one noticed the unseen presence who had already locked their expectant gaze firmly on Choi Myung, waiting to see the show unfold.
After all, from the perspective of the world's consciousness, seeing Choi Myung go and NTR everything that originally belonged to Gendo Ikari is just fantastic!!!
That madman Gendo Ikari doesn't deserve all this!
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Now, let's continue! Big brother! I'll always support you! Or hahaha!!!
Just then, Cui Ming's fingers on the steering wheel suddenly paused slightly, and the previously steady speed slowed imperceptibly for a moment. His brow furrowed slightly, as if he had caught some unusual fluctuation. His gaze subconsciously lifted, looking towards the empty space outside the car—a place devoid of anything, yet a clear signal of consciousness reached his mind. (End of Chapter)