Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

Chapter 3249: When Will the Other Nicole Appear?

Ning Shu explained, “A body is like a house. Your body only has one person. My body has two. Understand?”

Crossbow Lar’s face turned red. “Is it okay for you to be telling me this secret?”

“When will the other Nicole appear?” Crossbow Lar asked.

Ning Shu spread her hands. “I don’t know. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe in a year. We’re not aware of each other.”

“But you know.” Crossbow Lar said timidly.

Ning Shu tilted her head. “That’s because I’m smarter.”

Crossbow Lar really wanted to say, you’re much more evil than the girl.

He stared at Ning Shu. Ning Shu resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “Now what?”

“You’re clearly the same person, but why does it feel different?” Crossbow Lar asked curiously.

Still, talking was better than brooding.

“Even with the same face, different temperaments make a person different.” Nicole was just a thirteen-year-old girl, so her soft, youthful aura was strong.

Given Ning Shu’s age, pretending to be a young girl was a bit of a stretch.

If she couldn’t act like a young girl, she’d act like another personality. What can ya do? This sis just has split personalities.

Ning Shu was just taking advantage of Crossbow Lar’s lack of worldly experience.

Crossbow Lar’s eyes were practically spiraling. Seeing how leisurely Ning Shu was, he asked, “Do you know Nicole picked me up?”

“Nope. I woke up and saw you. I didn’t know where you popped out from, but since Nicole accepted you, I won’t say anything.”

Not having to act like Nicole made Ning Shu feel much more relaxed.

Crossbow Lar pressed his lips tightly together. “I know I’m weak. I can’t protect Nicole properly.”

Ning Shu: …

Damn, stabbed his glass heart again.

People like Crossbow Lar were honestly pitiful yet also annoying.

Always self-pitying yet also fixated on one thing to the extreme. You constantly have to watch what you say so he doesn’t get hurt.

Honestly, it was quite exhausting.

“Can you not keep saying that stuff? Weak or strong—what does it matter? We’re on the same boat now.”

Ning Shu felt like she was talking herself hoarse.

“Sorry.” Crossbow Lar lowered his head to apologize again. Ning Shu couldn’t see his face again.

“Crossbow Lar, can you look at me when you talk?” Ning Shu said. “Look me in the eyes.”

Crossbow Lar looked up and met Ning Shu’s eyes. Ning Shu nodded. “I don’t want to lecture you. Even if we’re weak, we can still stand tall.”

“We didn’t do anything wrong.”

Ning Shu lay back on the tree branch and said, “Repeat after me: ‘I, Crossbow Lar, am the best.'”

Crossbow Lar’s face turned bright red and he waved his hands repeatedly. “I’m just a weapon from the recycling station.”

“Can you forget the recycling station already?” Why get hung up on such irrelevant stuff? So what if he had been recycled?

“Just pretend you came back from the dead. Start fresh, okay?”

Crossbow Lar: I want my girl back…

Crossbow Lar whispered like a mosquito, “I, Crossbow Lar, am the best.”

Ning Shu didn’t make him say it again. True strength comes from within; it couldn’t be fixed by just chanting a slogan.

“I’m going to rest a bit.” Ning Shu said, then closed her eyes and started cultivating.