Chapter 2

As the high-tech demonstrations were getting everyone excited, a sharp alarm suddenly rang out, causing everyone to scream in panic, especially the girls.

The engineers and tour guides hurried to reassure them: "Don't panic, it's nothing, just a liquid nitrogen leak! Everything is fine, please calm down!"

"Ah!" Ren Chuyu screamed, as she saw Yang Jingxing heavily fall to the ground.

"Ha ha..." Tan Dong laughed with a sense of schadenfreude, "Don't get so worked up!"

Shao Lei sneered even more, "Really? What a coward!"

Bo Er and others also scolded, "Be more careful!" As he reached out to pull Yang Jingxing up, his face immediately changed: "What's wrong with you? What happened?" Yang Jingxing was drenched in sweat, as if he had just taken a shower, and his shoulder felt scorching hot through his wet clothes.

Ren Chuyu screamed again, as she saw Yang Jingxing's face turn bright red, and his entire head and body were emitting heat. The temperature here was relatively low, only about ten degrees.

Bo Er quickly squatted down, touching Yang Jingxing's forehead in fear, and immediately pulled his hand back due to the heat. The others also rushed over, "What's wrong? What's wrong!"

"Is it a heart attack?"

"Scared to death!"

Yang Jingxing looked around with a mix of hunger and fear, gripping the iron plate under his buttocks with all his might, as if trying to dig holes in it.

"Speak up!" Bo Er's face turned pale with fear.

"…It's…okay!" Yang Jingxing finally spoke, trembling with fear.

"Do you have any health issues?"

Yang Jingxing stood up, shaking his head vigorously, "…No!" But he was immediately sent to the hospital in the research institute for emergency treatment.

After a full examination, the doctor confirmed that Yang Jingxing was fine, and it was just a case of excessive fright. On the way back to Geneva, Yang Jingxing became the target of ridicule.

Shao Lei cherished this opportunity the most, showing off his acting skills: "Wow, so scary, so scary. Ah, I'm fainting!"

The others chuckled. However, the ridicule didn't last long, as they noticed Yang Jingxing sitting silently, not retaliating against Shao Lei, possibly out of embarrassment.

None of them knew that in CERN's detailed accident report, there was not only a liquid nitrogen leak but also a lead plate being penetrated.

In the particle collider, where black holes and antimatter could be generated, and the highest temperature and brightness in the universe could be created, the God-like energy, though existing for an incredibly brief moment, was still terrifying and magnificent. The lead plate that was penetrated was directly in front of where Yang Jingxing had been standing.

Back at the hotel, Yang Jingxing, thirsty, drank a lot of water and then took a shower and changed his clothes. In the bathroom, he felt a strange discomfort as he examined his body. After coming out, he did push-ups on the bedroom floor. Strangely, he did fifty in quick succession without feeling the slightest bit tired.

Tan Dong looked at his roommate with a bit of sympathy, "I don't think you're that cowardly… Forget it, even if you do two hundred, it won't help. When you get back to school, they'll still laugh at you."

Yang Jingxing really did two hundred, trying to find a sense of fatigue, but it wasn't strong.

Tan Dong was a bit scared, getting out of bed and pulling his friend up, sincerely advising, "Forget it, it's not a big deal… It shows you value your life."

Yang Jingxing took a deep breath and said, "Indeed, it's not a big deal."

"That's good…" Tan Dong couldn't help but add, "Your voice has changed a bit, hehe."

After Tan Dong went into the bathroom, Yang Jinging searched the room and found that the heavy table was the heaviest thing. He grabbed both sides and lifted it lightly, comparing the feeling now to before. It seemed to weigh only about ten pounds.

Lifting his right hand, his fingertips were still a bit more than a meter from the ceiling. He tried to jump, but quickly pulled his hand back in panic, as his head almost hit the ceiling.

He walked to the wall by the window and did a standing long jump, using less effort, almost colliding with the opposite wall.

Although the bizarre and significant changes didn't leave the nearly dead Yang Jingxing at a loss, he still called his father, "Dad, I'm not going to Maranello."

His father, not in a good mood, asked, "What's wrong? I'm not comfortable with you going alone!"

"I don't want to go. Tell Mom I'll come home when I get to Puhai." Yang Jingxing's breathing was long and deep.

His father, sensing the abnormal tone in his son's voice, comforted him, "Alright, your mom misses you too… Work hard, and buy one yourself later. Just looking at it is meaningless! It can lead to a loss of ambition!"

At dinner, Ren Chuyu came to check on Yang Jingxing, who seemed to still be recovering, "Are you okay?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head, "I'm fine, thanks."

Ren Chuyu chuckled, "I was scared too at the time."

Yang Jingxing scolded, "Why didn't you faint with me?"

Ren Chuyu became interested, "I was just scared by your reaction… Do you like cheese?"

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Later, Yang Jingxing found Tao Meng and said, "Thanks for earlier, but I've decided to go home directly."

Tao Meng looked at Yang Jingxing and said, "Do as you please… Be a man, don't be so petty."

Yang Jingxing nodded.

Tao Meng added, "I'll make other arrangements, just don't regret it."

That night, Yang Jingxing couldn't fall asleep until midnight, feeling energetic. He kept his eyes open, experiencing the strange clarity in the darkness of the room. He even went to the mirror to see if his eyes glowed in the dark, but they didn't.

Around two or three in the morning, Yang Jingxing closed his eyes and tried hard to fall asleep, hoping to dream of something. He fell asleep quickly and was woken up by his bladder at around six, but he didn't dream of anything.

In the bathroom, he pulled down his underwear and waited for two minutes, finding it a bit strange that his morning erection was still there. He calmed himself, recited scriptures, and even splashed cold water, but it took a while for it to subside. Finally, he could urinate, but he quickly tightened his abdomen and lifted his buttocks, fearing that the forceful stream would break the toilet. He felt like he might dehydrate himself! Then, he felt the urge to defecate. Yang Jingxing carefully sat down, controlling his strength…

This was the烦恼 of his superpower.

The flight to Rome in the morning was not for sightseeing but to meet with a so-called friendly school. The students were quite enthusiastic about this, and they even organized to learn a few phrases in Italian.

Knowing that his students were in their youth and prone to excitement, Bo Er naturally gave a speech: "Maintain national dignity, be热情 and polite, but no hugging beyond formalities, no holding hands, and definitely no kissing."

The students chuckled.

However, when they arrived at the other school the next morning, Bo Er, with his even worse English than the students, greeted the female teacher with a crooked smile, revealing his yellow teeth.

This wasn't the first time the two schools had organized such an exchange, so they had experience. The Italian side prepared boxes and slips of paper for a lottery to pair up the students, to quickly break the ice.

At first, the students from both sides stood in separate groups, observing each other. The well-dressed students from Puhai were a bit disappointed, as there were no major beauties or handsome guys among the seven boys and twelve girls from the other side.

After the lottery, Tao Meng was the first to open her slip and announced in clear and loud English, "I am number eight."

A small, thin red-haired girl immediately stepped forward, enthusiastically welcoming the international friend. Tao Meng, very formally, extended her hand first.

The only black girl smiled and loudly asked, "Who is number seven?"

Tan Dong's smile was more like a grimace, whispering to Yang Jingxing, "Let's switch!" but he still went over with a stiff face.

Yang Jingxing's number was twelve, but he didn't take the initiative. After everyone else paired up, he and a brown-haired white girl, about 1.65 meters tall, were left facing each other.

The Italian middle-aged female teacher came over to check Yang Jingxing's slip, using a childlike expression, "Oh, you're number twelve, come on, let me introduce you. Roka, come here."

Both took a few steps toward each other, facing each other. Roka had very fair skin, with a heart-shaped face and delicate makeup that didn't hide her freckles. She had a bright red mouth and blue eyes, with a well-styled haircut. She was quite slim, including her chest, wearing black leggings and a light red lacy T-shirt, with a double C logo on her bag and belt.

"Hi," Roka smiled, showing her white, even teeth.

Yang Jingxing didn't seem like a high school student, "Pleased to meet you."

Roka pursed her lips and smiled even more brightly, adding, "Welcome to Rome."

Tan Dong glared at Yang Jingxing with envy.

Yang Jingxing seemed introverted, and Roka was even more reserved, glancing around before looking at Yang Jingxing, "So… I'm Marilene Roka, call me Roka." She smiled again.

Yang Jingxing also forced a smile, "I'm Yang Jingxing."

"Yang Jingxing…" Roka repeated, then encouraged, "We will definitely have a pleasant time."

Yang Jingxing nodded and added, "But… don't make me not want to go home."

Roka smiled more naturally, with a confidential look, "Don't worry… except for my English." Her pronunciation was quite strange, clearly not a good student.

Yang Jingxing was cheesy, "Your eyes speak better."

Roka widened her eyes in surprise and laughed, "Thank you… How is this trip so far?"

Yang Jingxing pointed to Tan Dong, who was still looking at them, and said, "Every night, I listen to him… snore snore." He didn't know the word for snoring, so he mimicked the sound.

Roka laughed, looking at Tan Dong, making his eyes filled with gratitude toward Yang Jingxing, though he didn't know the content.

The Italian side had prepared a bus to show the Chinese delegation around the historical sites of Rome. Roka had done some preparation and said she really wanted to see the Great Wall, and she knew it was in Beijing.

There were activities on the bus as well. The black girl sang a song first, which was very beautiful, and Tan Dong applauded enthusiastically. Then Jiang Qing also sang an English song in return, which wasn't embarrassing.

"She's really pretty," Roka praised Jiang Qing to Yang Jingxing.

Yang Jingxing nodded in agreement and asked, "Aren't you going to sing?"

Roka shook her head in fear, "No, no… I'm not good at that."

Seeing Roka's reserved look, Yang Jingxing naturally asked, "Dance?"

Roka shook her head shyly, hesitated for a moment, and then opened her bag, taking out a yo-yo, a wide butterfly-shaped one.

This thing, Yang Jingxing couldn't remember when he had last touched it, but he still showed polite surprise, "I can't believe it!"

Roka became confident, "You haven't seen my show yet!"

It turned out that Roka was a yo-yo expert. Despite the bus not being very steady, she performed without any issues. Her one-handed tricks were smooth and well-connected, and she could do a few simple two-handed tricks, though not very fluid, which was still impressive.

Roka performed for about three to four minutes, receiving applause from the entire bus. Her shy smile after the performance and her focused expression during it were both endearing, making Tan Dong glare at Yang Jingxing again.

When Roka returned to her seat, Yang Jingxing had already clasped his hands together, begging, "Teach me!"

Roka nodded happily, "Sure, have you played before?"

Yang Jingxing seemed regretful, "I just met you today."

Roka laughed and started to teach Yang Jingxing happily. She was clearly prepared, bringing an extra standard yo-yo for Yang Jingxing to start with the basics. She even changed the string to a new one when she found it was a bit short for him.

At this point, it was difficult to communicate through language. Not only was Roka's English not good, but Yang Jingxing also didn't understand the technical terms. They could only learn by hand, following each other's movements.

"Like this… use more force… watch carefully… this isn't hard, you can do it…" Roka was very serious.

Yang Jingxing didn't disappoint Roka. He was indeed a fast learner, to the point of being abnormal! He only took a few minutes to find the feel and learn how to throw and catch the yo-yo. Then, for every trick Roka taught him, he learned it, mastering the one-handed tricks in about ten minutes.

Roka, looking at Yang Jingxing's new and yet skilled hands, half-believed and half-doubted, "Liar! You don't look like a beginner at all!"

Yang Jingxing was also amazed at how well his arms and fingers could control the force and direction, and more impressively, he could see the rapidly spinning yo-yo clearly, even counting that it spun about five to six times per second. It felt like his brain and eyes had been upgraded from a few megabytes of memory and a floppy disk to a four-channel memory and a solid-state drive, a qualitative change.

But Yang Jingxing still honestly said, "Believe me, it's really my first time… but I've already fallen in love with it."

Roka boldly examined Yang Jingxing's eyes, giving in with a sigh, "Alright, you must be a genius…"

After watching her student's performance for a while, Roka believed he could handle more advanced tricks and started teaching two-handed tricks. These were more complex, even at the beginner level, requiring step-by-step guidance and true hand-holding.

Roka, inspired by Yang Jingxing's serious attitude and superhuman talent, taught with full concentration, "Like this… here… and here… like this… understand?"

Yang Jingxing understood clearly, taking the yo-yo and string from Roka to measure the length and pre-practice.

Roka, eager for a miracle, couldn't help but extend her left index finger to guide Yang Jingxing's fingers, "Here… here… very good!" This slight physical contact also caught the attention of Ren Chuyu, who was sitting on the other side, as her partner was a short boy with braces.

Under the teacher's tense gaze, Yang Jingxing moved his wrist and fingers subtly, making the two yo-yos spin steadily, then started to walk the line and catch the yo-yos… it was quite simple.

Roka, however, was overjoyed, exclaiming, "I can't believe it… how did you do that!?"

Others also turned or looked up, realizing there was a hidden expert. It was quite a coincidence.

Being a first-timer, Yang Jingxing completed the first half of the trick but failed when trying to catch both yo-yos at the same time, not controlling the height well. But Roka still pressed her chin with her fist, staring into Yang Jingxing's eyes, "How did you do that?"

Yang Jingxing was very serious, "I learned from you."

"I can't believe it," Roka seemed both angry and happy, "Let's continue!"

Challenging higher difficulty, Roka only knew the steps of the trick but couldn't perform it herself, so she had to explain carefully. With more frequent finger contact, Roka glanced at Yang Jingxing a few times, finding him very focused.

A few minutes later, the situation became more serious. Roka grabbed Yang Jingxing's arm and shook it, exclaiming, "No, this is impossible… you must be a cheat!"

"Roka!" The Italian teacher turned around to remind her.

Roka quickly sat down, trying to calm down her overjoyed expression. Then, to avoid disturbing others, they quietly discussed and practiced, but Roka still often stomped her feet and pounded her legs.

The bus only circled the Colosseum without stopping, rushing to the next site. Roka, having already taught all she knew, couldn't teach Yang Jingxing any more yo-yo tricks. She seemed to have calmed down from her initial surprise and curiosity, returning to her initial ladylike demeanor after taking back the yo-yo she had lent him.

The bus made a large loop around the Roman Forum, and it was lunchtime. The bus stopped near the Arch of Septimius Severus, and the students got off to take photos and then eat.

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