Super God: There's a mischievous Xi in my head

"You're probably not an ordinary person either, are you?"

Rose seemed to completely ignore his brief lapse in concentration, and did not respond to his question about whether he had other matters to attend to.

She simply crossed her arms, stared intently at him, and posed a new question.

She clearly didn't intend to let the conversation end there, but rather aimed to regain the initiative.

Upon hearing this, Cang Yu merely raised an eyebrow: "What makes you say that?"

Seeing him respond, Rose's lips curled up almost imperceptibly, realizing she had found a way to get to the point.

"I imagine you must be a super soldier or something."

"After all, that little guy... he seems pretty amazing no matter how you look at him, right?" Rose's gaze shifted to Dice, who was 'seriously' grilling skewers nearby.

Cang Yu nodded, without denying it.

Instead, he went along with her words, asking her a question with a hint of amusement:

"Judging from your tone, you seem quite at ease with your identity as a super soldier?"

Rose remained noncommittal in response to Cang Yu's question, which was tantamount to her acknowledging her identity.

To be honest, seeing that Cang Yu did not deny it, she felt a strange excitement rising in her heart.

Over the years, besides Aunt Lianfeng and Aunt Yuqin, who have known each other since childhood, they have served primarily as scientists and logistical support staff.

Cang Yu was the first true, equal super soldier she had ever met.

This feeling of discovering "kindred spirits" stirred a long-lost, inexplicable excitement within her.

Cang Yu's gaze swept past the leaping flames and landed on Rose's profile, which was becoming increasingly clear in the light of the campfire.

Instead of answering immediately, he reached out and picked up a perfectly grilled, sizzling meat skewer from in front of the dice, and naturally offered it to Rose.

"Want to try some?" He asked casually, as if he were sharing the most ordinary snack, as if the two of them had known each other for a long time.

Rose smiled slightly and calmly accepted the skewers.

As for poisoning? She smiled inwardly.

It would be a huge joke if a super soldier could be taken down by ordinary poison.

Even if it were to become contagious, it would be a virus, but that kind of thing doesn't need a physical medium at all.

She put the skewers into her mouth; the meat was tender and juicy, and the seasoning was precise, stimulating her taste buds. This was a level of quality that ordinary street barbecue could not achieve.

"Not bad." She chewed slowly, a smile of appreciation in her eyes.

Cang Yu simply nodded and continued to quietly enjoy the skewers in his hand without saying a word.

Rose's smile froze slightly; it was the first time she had met someone even 'colder' than herself.

In truth, Cang Yu wasn't deliberately cold. In his eyes, Rose was no different from anyone else; she had her own strengths and weaknesses.

She lacked maternal love from a young age, and her father was rarely seen. This loneliness nurtured her independent personality but also sowed the seeds of rebellion.

Racing, hanging out with gangs, until he was thrown into the military and had his rough edges smoothed out.

But most fundamentally, it is the unfulfilled emotional education.

Becoming a super soldier only exacerbated her inner imbalance due to her unique identity.

That "pride" rooted in deficiency has long since swelled into a condescending sense of superiority without anyone realizing it.

As night deepened, the campfire flickered gently in the evening breeze. Cang Yu's silence was not indifference, but rather a profound understanding and acceptance.

He could see the vulnerability behind the rose's pride, just like seeing himself many years ago.

"What are you laughing at?" Rose suddenly asked. She noticed the fleeting smile on Cang Yu's lips.

Cang Yu gently put down the bamboo skewer in his hand and looked at her calmly:

"I just feel that perhaps we are more destined for each other than we thought?"

Of course, there are still many unsatisfactory aspects to the rose, such as:

Telling teammates not to retaliate, her attitude towards Ge Xiaolun seems like she's stringing him along, always having a cold face, and acting like everyone owes her millions.

But Cang Yu knew that no one is perfect, and whose life trajectory has not been stained with some dust?

Moreover, at this moment, she, standing by the campfire, has not yet been thrust into the eye of the storm of fate.

Everything in the "future tense" is still full of infinite possibilities that can be written and reshaped.

Some people say: Hey, isn't all this just an attempt to cover it up?

Yes, that's one way to put it.

After all, who wouldn't like a beautiful woman?

She's still a stunningly beautiful woman, which is a big plus. The only things that are hard to judge are her personality and a few other issues.

But none of that mattered to Cang Yu.

After all, everything can be changed, right?

Thinking of this, a faint smile crossed his lips.

Yes, we should always give people a chance, shouldn't we?

It certainly wasn't because Cang Yu wanted to try out the combination of the two most extreme known universes.

"Fate?" Rose repeated the word, the curve of her lips deepening.

She thought Cang Yu was referring to the unexpected meeting and acquaintance of two "super soldiers" with special identities on this ordinary night.

She placed the clean bamboo skewer aside, and in the firelight, her eyes held less of their initial scrutiny and more of an indescribable ease.

"Indeed," she nodded, her voice much softer than before, "to encounter someone like you at this time and in this place is quite rare."

After considering it for a moment, she used the word "kindred spirits," feeling that it was more fitting than "super soldier" to capture the subtle sense of resonance at that moment.

For some reason, even though we had only known each other for less than half an hour and exchanged only a few words, the loneliness that had been frozen in my heart for so long seemed to have melted a crack by the warmth of the campfire.

A long-lost feeling, a sense of "peace of mind," quietly began to grow. Is this... the feeling of finding someone like me?

Or, to put it more personally, is this the prototype of what we call "friends"?

Cang Yu seemed to see through her thoughts. He did not continue to ask about the specific meaning of "super soldier" or "fate," but instead turned the topic to something more ordinary, yet more likely to touch the heart.

He picked up the beer bottles next to him, opened one, handed it to her, and kept one for himself.

"When you come out late at night, is it usually to relax, or... is there a mission?" he asked casually, as if it were just a chat between friends.

Rose took the beer, her fingertips touching the cool can, feeling the real texture.

She didn't answer immediately, but instead tilted her head back and took a small sip.

The cool liquid slid down her throat, making her more alert.

When she was with this man who seemed to see right through her, she found herself not as reluctant to talk about her personal feelings as she usually was.

"It's kind of... a way to clear my head," she confessed, her gaze fixed on the flickering flames, her voice slightly unsteady.

"Sometimes, when it's too quiet around you, it can feel... noisy." That's the clamor of inner loneliness, a noise that only you can hear.

Cang Yu listened quietly, without interrupting or showing any sympathy or incomprehension, but simply accepting the situation as he listened.

This silent companionship is more effective than any words in disarming people.