The Ordinary Me is Worshipped as a Deity by the Extraordinary Them-Chapter 51 - Su Li: According to Plan
Su Li concluded quickly that Cyril was beyond help.
Setting aside why this guy suddenly went crazy and said many bewildering things that made him want to build a villa overnight on Kongtong Mountain, just Cyril’s strange gaze that Su Li couldn’t comprehend had already made his body tense up.
“What weird things are you thinking about?” Su Li watched Cyril vigilantly.
The person being questioned sat silently on the sofa not far away.
Cyril was currently thinking about how to investigate which researchers who were now cooperating with Su Li had done similar elemental affinity transfer research before.
This kind of research, which hadn’t matured until now – surely those people must know something about it. Others must have done it in the past.
As long as they knew something, they could follow the trail to investigate further…
Perhaps there might even be some sharing of research progress information.
This was as far as Cyril could think despite wracking his brains.
The purpose of sending messages to Jisuo Town, as mentioned by Lan Zhe, was merely to investigate Su Li’s past.
However, the problem was that Su Li, who had grown up to be so intelligent even as an experimental subject in that environment, must have planned to erase his traces after escaping as a test subject.
Su Li was very clever – no one would doubt this point.
Therefore, Cyril didn’t believe they could get any progress on the investigation from Jisuo Town.
They could only place their hopes on those researchers who suddenly appeared…
However, now Cyril still needed to respond to Su Li’s question.
“It’s nothing. You can treat my behavior just now as… as the dragon bloodline in my body boiling or something. Anyway, this was just an accident, just ignore it.”
Cyril barely managed to find an excuse.
He didn’t want Su Li to discover they were investigating him…
Nor did he want Su Li to recall those memories that would inevitably cause him pain.
Su Li’s mouth twitched. “Don’t tell me the dragons in this world still follow that perverted setting of dragons being naturally lustful.”
“What?” Cyril didn’t understand and asked in confusion.
While Su Li’s occasional novel vocabulary could usually be understood from context, this one was truly incomprehensible.
“What I mean is, I’m not very comfortable with physical contact with others,” Su Li couldn’t exactly say ‘you have great potential to become a pervert.’
If Egbert was mentally ill, then would Cyril, who had dragon bloodline, become physically ill?
Su Li, surrounded by abnormal people, felt that he shouldn’t jump to conclusions with such negative labels before anything actually happened.
So he chose to pretend he hadn’t noticed anything.
And gave an excuse that seemed unrelated but could actually avoid close contact with others.
After all, if Cyril discovered that his thinking had deviated from normal people’s and turned toward dragons’ improper thoughts, he would surely feel sad.
However, while Su Li thought he had barely preserved Cyril’s self-esteem, in Cyril’s mind appeared images of Su Li lying on an iron bed, being held down and subjected to brutal biopsy research.
The misunderstanding grew deeper, while the misunderstood person only felt that people around him seemed a bit abnormal today.
These people kept looking at him with weird gazes, but Su Li couldn’t see pie charts in their eyeballs, so he could never figure out what ridiculous things they were thinking about.
Yet whenever Su Li tried to ask why, he would only get responses like “It’s nothing.”
Others’ thinking was simple – to hide things from Su Li, whom they saw as incredibly clever, the only thing they could do was to not tell him what happened from the start.
Only this way would Su Li not easily see through their discovery of his past.
Unable to get any explanation for those strange expressions from them, Su Li gave up quickly.
Su Li didn’t have the trait of pursuing matters to the end. When he couldn’t get answers, there was no need to force it – just abandon the question.
After an unusually silent breakfast with hardly any conversation, Su Li asked, “What do you plan to do during these five days off, Cyril?”
Cyril mumbled. “Probably just training like usual, might do some combat practice.”
Of course, this was just an excuse.
Cyril had already decided to use these few days off to investigate whatever information he could find.
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The longer the timeline dragged on, the more likely Su Li would discover something.
The wounds of the past had scabbed over, and when even someone as cruel as Roy wouldn’t choose to truly tear open these wounds, everyone else’s choice became unified – to watch these wounds heal together until all traces disappeared.
Su Li, unaware of being treated with such gentleness, became happy.
“Then I’ll just quietly vegetate at home for five days.”
Even though this other world didn’t have phones, it didn’t mean there were no forms of entertainment.
There were too many options for passing time, and Su Li, who was particularly enthusiastic about being a salted fish waste, had already started imagining the wonderful life ahead.
But Lan Zhe cruelly shattered this idea.
“Not allowed. Since your physical constitution can’t be enhanced by elements, if you don’t exercise, you might even have a shortened lifespan.”
Su Li’s eyes widened. “What kind of demonic thing are you saying?”
“Putting aside the weird reason about shortened lifespan, do you know what a holiday is?”
“A holiday is a brief period when the soul can rest. In daily and non-daily life, the soul always gets covered with invisible and intangible, yet real heaviness and fatigue. Only during holidays can these things be erased, and yet you want to deprive me of these only days when I can let my soul relax!”
“Perhaps what you say makes sense,” Lan Zhe calmly replied.
If these words were directed at Cyril, he might have lost control and compromised. But they were directed at Lan Zhe, a fellow adult who had already experienced the world’s treachery.
The Dark Holy Son could even show a kind smile and add, “But I’m not listening.”
Su Li felt a bit sad.
“This isn’t reasonable.”
“It’s very reasonable. I’ll prepare food that eliminates fatigue for you,” Lan Zhe, who had already completely taken over the kitchen some time ago, said, “Don’t worry, regarding medicinal ingredients, perhaps even the Mercenary Alliance’s treasury doesn’t have as much stock as I do.”
And Su Li…
He could only feel that no wonder countless characters in stories felt despair after transmigrating to another world.
Because he was feeling very desperate right now.
“Life is full of things that aren’t as we wish, yet we must still endure them.”
Lan Zhe noted this down, and continued, “You can say more things like this. My intuition tells me Egbert would definitely give even more incredible interpretations.”
Lan Zhe had recently developed a hobby of reading Egbert’s “work” titled “Nobody Understands Lord Su Li Better Than Me.”
It had to be said that while Egbert’s interpretations were far-fetched, they somehow strangely fit the situations.
Occasionally reading it could serve as a way to understand Su Li.
Urged to say more, Su Li said, “The prerequisite for being human is to be human – look at yourself, are you even human anymore?”
Lan Zhe calmly wrote. “Noted the first half, let’s skip the second half. Also, recently Roy and I increased your weight training from ten pounds to a hundred pounds. Since it’s holiday time, let’s see what’s the maximum you can handle.”
Su Li: …tch.
Rhetoric is useless when someone has absolute conviction about something – it’s far more practical to just knock them out with violence.
But when it came to slacking off, as long as he could abandon his dignity, Su Li always found a way.
For instance, after Cyril and Lan Zhe’s so-called practice session (actually a beating), when Cyril had depleted all his elemental reserves and started running with hundred-pound weights, Su Li said sweetly. “Cyril, you could actually run more efficiently.”
Cyril paused.
For a moment, he wondered if Su Li, who once had elemental affinity, might have some unique personal insights about training…
Then he heard this seemingly normal-looking person say, “Like carrying me while you run.”
Cyril: …
“Don’t be lazy. At least when facing danger in the future, you need to have the ability to escape,” Cyril said helplessly.
“But the problem is, wind elementalists at your level can approach the speed of sound when going all out. While I, someone without elements, would only receive worse punishment after being caught if I tried to escape.”
Su Li was simply stating his actual situation, but the child nearby, whose imagination was reaching maximum level, had already etched these words in his mind, ready to report them to the others who were also constantly overthinking things.
Meanwhile, they made their definition–
Su Li had thought about escaping during past experiments, but he failed and suffered more harm after failing.
Then, Cyril silently reached out his hand to Su Li, who was already unwilling to move after running just one lap around the nearby buildings.
“Fine, you always have reasons and excuses.”
After that, Cyril, already carrying hundred-pound weights, also carried his ten-pound weighted peer.
Su Li: All according to plan—
But the next time they ran past the building entrance, they were caught by Lan Zhe, who had already received Egbert’s reply.
The Dark Holy Son sneered. “Looks like the training plan of depleting your elements, then making you do physical training while waiting for element recovery to temper your body, needs to be multiplied several times.”
Subsequently, Cyril, now weighted with two hundred pounds, gave Su Li a helpless look.
Watching Cyril’s retreating figure, Su Li felt the autumn wind making him shiver.
Lan Zhe stared at Su Li with sharp eyes.
“As for you…”
“Egbert sent a letter. Though I haven’t opened it yet, my intuition tells me there must be some interesting things inside.”
Lan Zhe chuckled deeply, his bass voice overwhelming as he opened the envelope and read out a sentence that made Su Li’s hair stand on end.
“I knew this cursed world would only hurt my Lord Su Li before it changed!”
And when that letter was unfolded, it dragged on the ground for several meters.
