A Scientific Urban Detective

"Oh, oh!" Misaka Mikoto nodded, but didn't seem too disappointed.

——Am I about the same? If that's the case, it's not too bad.

After all, in Misaka Mikoto's view, Shokuhou Misaki undoubtedly had the upper hand in terms of her relationship with Wuming-senpai. The two of them could even share many, many secrets through 'mental communication.' This alone was something she could never achieve.

Now she realized that this arrogant Queen Bee was actually about the same as her in terms of 'conquest progress.' Rounding it up, wouldn't she have an advantage?

Misaka Mikoto didn't know that she had, in a sense, already guessed the truth.

"Ah, I don't even need telepathy to guess what you're thinking," Shokuhou Misaki said unhappily. "You're such a naive person with no sense of crisis. What's so great about this..."

But unfortunately, Shokuhou Misaki knew that she was right—that's why she didn't directly say, "Wuming-senpai doesn't like Misaka."

"You can directly manipulate other people's wills and thoughts, so why haven't you made Wuming-senpai fall in love with you?" Misaka Mikoto asked directly.

"What a shallow woman," Shokuhou Misaki snorted. "Someone as insensitive as you wouldn't understand—precisely because I can manipulate people's hearts, I care most about genuine feelings that haven't been interfered with!"

Although to uninformed people, it sounded somewhat fake coming from the mouth of 'Mental Out,' Misaka Mikoto knew that Shokuhou Misaki's performance was undeniable in this regard.

Next, Misaka Mikoto also put away her confrontational attitude and began to seriously discuss the matter.

"Since you can see Wuming-senpai's true thoughts, I believe your judgment," Misaka Mikoto said. "Wuming-senpai doesn't like you..."

"And doesn't like you either," Shokuhou Misaki added viciously.

"Okay, doesn't like me either... Damn it!" Muttering softly, Misaka Mikoto continued, "Then why? Did you see the reason for the problem?"

Misaka Mikoto looked at her with bright eyes. She believed that Shokuhou Misaki definitely knew something, otherwise she wouldn't have started this topic with such fanfare.

"What do you think?" Shokuhou Misaki asked back.

"I think..." Misaka Mikoto thought seriously, "Recently, Wuming-senpai has been busy with cultivation. Perhaps that's why he doesn't have time to pay attention to other things?"

"Well, that's partly the reason," Shokuhou Misaki nodded, "but it's not the main reason."

"Okay, stop beating around the bush."

"In short, Wuming-senpai doesn't see us as potential romantic partners," Shokuhou Misaki said.

"Huh?" Misaka Mikoto was stunned. "What does... that mean?"

"It means exactly what it says," Shokuhou Misaki said. "Wuming-senpai doesn't see us as the opposite sex."

"Uh... so in Wuming-senpai's eyes, we're actually boys?"

"Your way of thinking is really unique..." Shokuhou Misaki said helplessly, "But it's not surprising that you, a tomboy with short hair, would be mistaken for a boy."

"Apologize to the short-haired classmates present!" Misaka Mikoto said immediately.

"It's children, children," Shokuhou Misaki said. "In Wuming-senpai's eyes, you and I are just children."

"That seems... not wrong, right?"

It was normal for a girl who had just graduated from elementary school to be called a 'child.'

"That's right, so it's even more impossible to become a romantic partner," Shokuhou Misaki said helplessly and dejectedly.

Unless it was a particularly eccentric individual with strange fetishes, or a very rare exception, the basic consensus for a 'romantic relationship' was 'similar age.'

The same physiological and psychological age made it more likely to have the same values.

Two people with different views were destined to have a difficult time finding fulfillment.

The problem was with 'similar age.'

Although their physiological ages were similar, Lin Wuming was a transmigrator, born with the psychological age of his previous life.

This led him to subconsciously treat Shokuhou Misaki and Misaka Mikoto as 'children,' objects to be cared for by adults, rather than the opposite sex who could become lovers.

Of course, this problem wasn't difficult to solve.

——Men are always simple. As long as they grow up, they can easily cross the gap in psychological age.

After Shokuhou Misaki's observation and judgment, the reason why she was seen as a child was, in the end, because her appearance was that of an unadulterated child.

It was normal not to be seen as the 'opposite sex' with her underdeveloped body.

When Shokuhou Misaki was taking a bath at Yomiikawa Aiho's house yesterday, she specifically verified it, so she could confirm that the only person in that house that Lin Wuming recognized as the 'opposite sex' was Yomiikawa Aiho herself!

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Lin Wuming could move Shokuhou Misaki back into the bathtub with his telekinesis without changing his expression—it should be known that telekinesis was almost equivalent to a high-precision scanning sixth sense for Lin Wuming.

But when facing Yomiikawa Aiho, who was only wrapped in a bath towel, he showed obvious hesitation and even turned his head away.

At that time, Shokuhou Misaki also complained in her heart—to actually take a liking to such an old woman, where did Wuming-senpai learn his preferences from!

But on second thought, Lin Wuming's mental age was really that of an uncle...

This was very frustrating.

"Yomiikawa-sensei?" Hearing Shokuhou Misaki's analysis, Misaka Mikoto also looked dumbfounded. "How is that possible... how could Yomiikawa-sensei possibly win?"

Recalling the scene she saw with her own eyes yesterday—the same bath towel could be used as a cloak on herself and Shokuhou Misaki!

——Time was running out. The matter of 'restoring' her figure from the original work was now of utmost importance!

Shokuhou Misaki also thought of the same scene and made a decision.

"So," Shokuhou Misaki brought the topic back, "You know now, our common opponent is Wuming-senpai himself—we must make him realize that we are girls, that we are the 'opposite sex.'"

Misaka Mikoto was thoughtful: "It seems we have to ask Suijing-senpai for help."

"Heh, superficial..."

Hearing the familiar line, Misaka Mikoto raised her eyebrows, but then realized that it wasn't Shokuhou Misaki who spoke.

It was Kohachi Mitsuharu, who they had almost forgotten in the corner—theoretically, she should have been the third participant in this meeting.

Not only Misaka Mikoto, but until Kohachi Mitsuharu took the initiative to speak, the audience present noticed that there was still a party that hadn't participated!

——She feels like a formidable rival who is not inferior to Shokuhou Misaki! Considering her distance from Wuming-senpai.