AWITTGABAGIWOBAFOAP Chapter 39

Chapter 39: Three People Confront Each Other, Each With Their Own Agenda. Inside… Don’t come out…

Absolutely not!

“Wan.” Ka’lier snapped out of his panicked thoughts, raising his hand to cup Song Ningwan’s cheeks. “Want to kiss you…” His tearful appearance was pitiful.

Ka’lier seemed to feel it wasn’t enough; only doing something more intimate could suppress the panic in his heart.

Just thinking about the entangled breaths from a passionate kiss, the lingering pleasure that made him tremble, made him want to kiss him.

To melt those eyes sealed with ice, to soften that mouth that spoke venomous words.

To integrate everything unsaid and unexplained into the kiss.

Only in this way could he forget the pain, the sorrow.

“Wan…”

Faced with the sudden kiss, Song Ningwan didn’t dodge, but it was seen by Ying, who was kneeling on the ground.

The once “inseparable” teacher-student relationship had actually become like this; no one could accept it.

He knew Song Ningwan indulged Ka’lier a lot…

Even if he destroyed most of a city, he could still bring Ka’lier back without a qualm. The so-called punishment was just locking him in a small dark room, without food.

Besides, bionic humans didn’t need to eat in the first place.

So… biased.

So biased that he wouldn’t even refuse now, not even pretending to.

“Cough!” Agitated to the point of damaging his heart and lungs, a nameless rage overwhelmed his reason. Ying allowed the blood from his chest to spray out uncontrollably.

Ka’lier, who hadn’t yet kissed him, reacted quickly: “Wan, he’s dying…”

Song Ningwan naturally heard him and wanted to check Ying’s wound.

Ka’lier actually only kissed the side of his neck, voluntarily giving up his position.

This was novel.

Song Ningwan retracted his intriguing gaze and walked over to crouch down. Before he could check the wound, he was interrupted by a sudden sarcastic remark.

“Only the strong are worthy of being Wan’s lover. As for those wastes who can’t even dodge bullets, they should go to their eternal rest sooner rather than later.”

With a cracking sound, Ying crushed the stone beside his foot, staring at Song Ningwan without speaking.

Song Ningwan: “…” It wasn’t him who said that.

Helplessly not knowing how to explain, he could only change the subject, “You…”

“Oh dear, can’t you even endure a little injury? Unlike me, my entire back is a bloody mess, and I don’t say a word, since I’m not dead anyway.” Ka’lier turned around uncaringly, faint bloodstains visible seeping from under his black clothes. As if not feeling any pain, he laughed, “So hard to guess, what are some people trying to do? Staring at someone else’s lover… don’t you have one of your own?”

“That’s right, the aloof commander only hates his teacher. After his teacher died, not only did he not attend the funeral or mourn his benefactor, but he also held a wedding in a grand manner.” Ka’lier crossed his arms, saying in a mocking and teasing tone, “This kind of morally corrupt person is rushing to do…”

“Ka’lier!” Ying was so angry that he had long forgotten his wound, standing up from the ground.

He could no longer control his emotions, raising his right fist to rush forward.

“Wan, look at him.” Ka’lier didn’t dodge the attack, taking the punch head-on and taking a few steps back.

Spitting out the remaining blood in his mouth, Ka’lier wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, smiling mischievously: “He’s clearly fine, but he has to pretend to be dying. What he wants to do is really hard to guess.”

“You!”

“It’s not enough to reveal my secrets. Since you want to talk, then I won’t be polite either. Why do you hate Teacher? Because he…” Ka’lier’s words were interrupted by the wind that suddenly swirled around them. The stones on the ground gradually rose into the air, floating in the sky and slowly gathering.

This was mental materialization.

Only SS-class mechanical engineers had such terrifying control.

Moreover, among the five SS-class, Ying ranked second.

After decades of bloody battles, his mental strength had become sharp and incisive.

Ying relied on fighting beasts on the battlefield, risking his life to earn the supreme honor.

That was what Song Ningwan yearned for. SSS-class mechanical engineers had a fatal weakness: their perception was too strong, leading to the ability to read minds…

This was also Song Ningwan’s hidden secret.

When mental strength was at its peak, as long as they made eye contact, they could know what the person in front of them was thinking.

For example, when the innocent Ka’lier was a child, he was thinking about how to please Teacher.

When Ka’lier was controlled by a dangerous program, he was thinking, “Don’t let Teacher hate me!”

When he was slapped after making a mistake, Ka’lier was thinking, “Teacher, my right cheek too.”

Song Ningwan had always known that Ying was insightful, because as a child, he was always thinking: “My arrival must have disturbed this happy family. Ka’lier doesn’t like me; I have to get into military academy and leave as soon as possible.”

That was why Song Ningwan rarely went home, and didn’t casually make eye contact to read minds, violating other people’s privacy.

Later, because he was too kind, he didn’t destroy Ka’lier in time, who was completely infected by a dangerous program.

This led to this little bastard implanting electronic viruses in his laboratory. Song Ningwan studied machinery day and night, and inadvertently had his eyes contaminated and blinded, and could no longer read minds.

Top mechanical engineers could grasp the slightest movement anywhere with their powerful mental strength even if their eyes couldn’t see.

It was just that his eyes no longer contained emotions, only endless indifference and apathy.

The world said that Ancestor Wan was arrogant and haughty, but it was also because those speaking eyes had long been blind.

Why did Ying hate Song Ningwan?

“Ka’lier, you’re doing this on purpose.” Only then did Ying realize that he had been agitated to the point of losing his mind and that his emotional fluctuations were too great, making it easy to be led by the nose.

“You almost died from mental chaos; what a pity.” Ka’lier spread his hands, smiling helplessly.

Ying stared at the unpredictable red eyes, saying each word clearly: “My patience with you is limited. If there is a next time, you can go to hell to atone for your sins.”

“I’m scared.” Ka’lier laughed, not even pretending.

“You better not get too close to him.” Ying shifted his gaze, looking at Song Ningwan.

“Wan can’t always resist my seduction, ah, don’t look at me with that kind of gaze.” Ka’lier provoked, “After all, you don’t even have the capital to tempt Wan…”

Listening to the harsh words, Ying clenched his fists, spitting out a few words: “Neither fish nor fowl.”

Song Ningwan was somewhat at a loss. The direction of the matter was getting stranger and stranger. What exactly were these two hiding from him?

But he still politely exchanged greetings, “Your injuries…”

Ka’lier blinked, only then remembering that he was injured, “Wan, kisses make things heal faster, come and kiss me.”

“Ka’lier.” Softness didn’t work. Song Ningwan didn’t fall for this, interrupting him, “What exactly are you hiding from me?”

“I’m hiding something from you?” Ka’lier wasn’t angry, only questioning, “Why not ask Ying? He offered you a cup of tea, and you drank it without asking any questions… But me, I just want you to give in, but even if you’re covered in wounds, you’ll never bow your head. Wan, why?”

Prejudice in the hearts of people is like a mountain.

But those involved are confused, while outsiders see clearly.

“Rather than me hiding something from you, Wan, I’m more interested in knowing what you’re thinking?” Ka’lier asked.

Want to kill you.

Song Ningwan didn’t say it directly, choosing to change the subject, “Since you went to kill people, is Bi Lin dead?”

Seeing that Song Ningwan wasn’t moved by either soft or hard tactics, Ka’lier didn’t continue to press the issue, only pouting: “He’s not A-class.”

“What?” This answer was simply unexpected. There was actually someone Ka’lier couldn’t kill.

If Bi Lin wasn’t an A-class mechanical engineer, then the rumors were wrong.

“I can’t see his mental strength; I don’t know what level he is.” Ka’lier sneered, “Wan, if I kill him, I might die. If we die together, you’ll have to come down and accompany me. But how could I bear to let you come to hell?”

Ka’lier’s sudden words sent a chill down Song Ningwan’s spine, as if exposing a secret that had been kept for so long: “But Wan, why can’t you see his mental strength either? And why don’t you dare to recognize me? Have you really recovered?”

Song Ningwan looked over without showing any emotion, his breathing very light, not affected in the slightest.

If he was discovered, it would be over. He had to take the initiative to attack.

Song Ningwan didn’t avoid the question, instead staring at the silent two, thinking of a countermeasure.

Meanwhile, Ying, hearing Ka’lier’s question, suddenly began to think.

He had only been preoccupied with his inner struggles just now, and hadn’t really considered whether Song Ningwan’s mental strength had recovered.

He had lived to this day to take revenge on this extremely hypocritical person in front of him.

To get revenge, to get justice.

But if Song Ningwan was powerless, he would become a bully… That would be meaningless.

Whether Song Ningwan’s mental strength had recovered was related to what kind of decision the two would make.

If Song Ningwan was still the SSS-class mechanical ancestor, then no one would dare to question him, to be presumptuous.

But what if his mental strength had never recovered from the beginning?

Ka’lier had actually suspected this for a long time, and now he was putting the conflict on the table, leaving him with no way to retreat.

The three tacitly looked at each other.

Without mind-reading, they could still understand people’s hearts. Song Ningwan wasn’t flustered by the impending exposure, instead breaking the silence first: “What do you want my mental strength for?”

This question startled Ka’lier, unconsciously lingering on the irreplaceable feeling in his memories.

So he said what he was thinking: “I want mental strength to run through my heart, my body, to stay inside… and not come out.” Ka’lier missed that feeling. Rather than hating, he preferred to be penetrated, to be treated roughly.

Wan’s mental strength was domineering and vast, and every time it made his legs tremble with pleasure.

It was common knowledge that bionic humans needed to consume their master’s mental strength to grow.

Even now, if Ka’lier wanted to become stronger, he only needed to devour Song Ningwan’s mental strength.

Without mental strength to soothe him, Ka’lier would become a lifeless body, his soul dissipating.

In the years of purest hatred, in order to take revenge on his teacher, he was willing to dissipate his master’s mental strength, preparing to die together.

From the moment he imprisoned Song Ningwan, Ka’lier planned to die together.

Love and hate were intertwined, unable to distinguish between desire and pure love.

If it weren’t for seeing those diaries later, the two of them should have reunited in hell by now, right?

It seemed that the current apocalypse was more like hell.

Wan, since you’re so ruthless, then I’ll personally build a hell to welcome you home.

Do you like it?

Ka’lier smiled strangely, looking at his own hands.

What should he do if Wan discovered his secret?

He was looking forward to Wan knowing, but also afraid that Wan wouldn’t like it…

The standoff between the three was suddenly interrupted by a sound of artillery fire, and they all looked into the distance.

“Help!!!”