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Chapter 582: Chapter 279: Ultraman and Monsters, The Sleeping Nezha Chapter 582: Chapter 279: Ultraman and Monsters, The Sleeping Nezha August 23rd, near nightfall, Old Jingmai District.

After parting ways with Fan Quan at the abandoned train station, Ke Mingye headed straight home without looking back. He leaned against the shoe cabinet to take off his shoes, then passed through the hallway. Hearing the ending theme song of a cartoon from his phone, he looked up and saw Ke Yongzhu and Bai Ziling leisurely sitting on the sofa watching TV. He couldn’t help but sigh, envy their free time before school starts, and wonder who had stolen his vacation?

Then he plopped down between them, grabbed the remote control, and assumed a commanding presence.

“Elementary kid, haven’t you started school yet?” Ke Mingye asked.

“In a couple of days, and I’m about to be a junior high student…” Ke Yongzhu replied while munching on a chip, “Call me an elementary kid again, and one day, I’ll turn into a dragon and tie you to an elementary school gate.”

Ke Mingye remarked, “Oh wow, difficult isn’t it, graduating from elementary… Hence, our family only has Bai Zini left as an elementary student.”

“You’re the elementary student; your whole family is.” Bai Zini retorted as she emerged from the bathroom, then asked, “Big bro, have you seen You Minglu? I just noticed she isn’t at home.”

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She seemed to be in a bad mood, Ke Mingye glanced at her phone in her hand, instantly understanding the reason—it was one of those brutal texting interfaces, similar to “Dog-Licker” and “Goddess.”

Dog-Licker had sent a ton of messages, but the Goddess hadn’t replied to a single one. However, this time her “Goddess” wasn’t Xizi Yue but You Minglu. Bai Zini had sent so many messages on QQ, but Xiaohongmao seemed to have not replied to any.

Ke Mingye responded, “Haven’t seen her. Don’t worry; she probably just went scavenging somewhere as usual.”

“Call me when she gets back,” Bai Ziling said, then went upstairs.

Bai Ziling said, “Brother, low-class.”

Ke Yongzhu added, “What a loser, so uncultured.”

“Hey, why are you all siding with an outsider? Is You Minglu more important or am I? You guys make this brother heartbroken.”

Ke Mingye sighed. He hadn’t expected Xiaohongmao, who was only home for a few days, to already start taking over the spotlight. He complained while dumping his backpack on the sofa, then looked up at the TV.

“Isn’t it true that your quality is really low?” Ke Yongzhu challenged.

Bai Ziling seemed to have a cold; she sniffed her red nose gently and nodded slightly in agreement, her white hair swaying as she softly scratched her pale forehead.

Ke Mingye said, “Well, us boys raised in trash can’t possibly have the same quality as you darling pampered boys.”

Ke Yongzhu scornfully replied, “You even got the cliché wrong; stop trying to mimic others.”

“Why don’t you give it a try?” Ke Mingye provoked.

Ke Yongzhu sneered, “Because us boys raised in trash can’t play with boys raised with a golden spoon like you.”

It felt just as out of place as hearing from Qing Ya that “Actually, Timekeeper and I have been good friends for years; we were just fooling around, and the rest were just pawns in our game.”

Ke Mingye was dumbstruck, suddenly aware that something was off— even an elementary-grade person like Ke Yongzhu was being influenced by Xiaohongmao’s quirky rhetoric. Surely, in a few days, when he entered the welfare home class, he’d worry that Nezha would suddenly blurt out something bizarre like, “We boys raised with fire-tipped spears can’t play with you boys raised with golden spoons.”

Considering the mental pollution levels of that classroom were unprecedented and unmatched, fortunately, as the great Principal Ke Mingye, who controlled all the teaching rights, he could dismiss anyone who didn’t want to hear weird teachings to sit outside in the corridor with that lunatic. That way, he could safeguard his moral integrity from being affected.

But Nezha was different. It was out of sheer conscience that he hadn’t taken out his fire-tipped spear and skewered everyone in the class.

Could Nezha cure my Personality Split then?

Ke Mingye thought to himself.

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At that moment on the TV screen, “Blackjack the Phantom Thief” had just finished, and now a nutritional drink advertisement was playing, featuring the new star hero of the Superhero Association, “Octopus Man”—usually scruffy, disheveled hair, dark circles so severe it looked like he only slept two hours each night. However, when forced to make public appearances like this, he was exceptionally serious, with gelled slicked-back hair, makeup covering his dark circles, speaking the advertisement fluently and soothingly.

Octopus Man never missed any opportunity that could boost his popularity because he understood that the world was full of unnoticed heroes. If he could wield some influence, he could make more invisible people seen.

Just like his father, who drowned while trying to save someone.

However, ever since his battle with Lan Ou, which was interrupted by Dice Monster mid-fight, this hero’s fame had skyrocketed. The match reached a viewing peak never seen before due to Dice Monster’s arrival, leading many people to follow Octopus Man and acknowledge his strength far exceeding fellow heroes;

As for Lan Ou, who debuted by mimicking Qing Ya and thus had explosive fame, this match overall had little effect on his reputation. In a way, it could be said Lan Ou even benefited from some of Octopus Man’s newfound popularity.

Nowadays, most people in Huanjing might hold some fondness for Octopus Man, as even though he looked like a drug addict with a pallid face, he never missed any charity events, often seen in his battle suit at welfare homes and Huanjing hospitals.