Chapter 32 - Chapter 32: Chapter 32: Truly Not Interested in You

Chapter 32: Chapter 32: Truly Not Interested in You

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Chapter 32: I’m Really Not Interested in You

The normal body temperature for a human generally hovers around 36-370C.

Any variation, whether it’s an increase or decrease, can cause harm to the body.

Raising to 40 degrees? One could probably hold up for a while.

But if the body temperature dropped below 30 degrees, Xiang Kun feels that you would be close to death, right?

As for him now, his constant body temperature is 28 degrees.

Moreover, he noticed that since his mutation, he seems to be less sensitive to changes in the surrounding temperature?

While his other senses have been elevated, his reaction to temperature has decreased, or perhaps, his adaptability has become stronger?

Although Xiang Kun is somewhat suppressed by the sunrise and under the sun, he doesn’t really feel much of the heat the sun brings. In fact, he is more heat resistant than before.

Just like when he went on a hike with Tang Baona’s group, everybody else would sweat profusely, but he was comfortable, barely sweating, and did not feel too much of the heat.

Perhaps, this suggests that the body’s repression after sunrise is not related to the rise in temperature?

Xiang Kun quickly dismissed this hypothesis. Not feeling hot does not mean the rise in environmental temperature has no effect on his suppressed bodily functions.

Xiang Kun knows, the reason for the human body maintaining a temperature in the range of 36-37 degrees, is not without cause.

On one hand, more than two-thirds of the fungi in nature can’t survive in environments above 37 degrees. This temperature can decrease the chances of us getting sick; on the other hand, if the temperature exceeds 37 degrees, the body needs to consume more calories and requires more food, which is likewise unfavorable to survival.

Apparently, after the mutation, his body doesn’t need to rely on a rise in temperature to kill fungi and reduce the chances of falling sick. His immune system must be vastly different from normal people.

Meanwhile, this body temperature could potentially be linked to his need for fresh blood only, without the need for other food.

Xiang Kun did not further delve into the issue of body temperature, as there was no way he was going to come to any conclusions right now. He simply stored the information about the body temperature in a document and decided to measure it at intervals, making body temperature a part of the data that needed to be recorded regularly.

The next day, at 7:35 PM on August 5th, as expected, the feeling of hunger revisited him.

Xiang Kun walked towards the rabbit that had already been prepared, drained its blood and drank it, cleaned up the rabbit’s carcass, and carried out the process cleanly and sharply.

But this time, after killing a rabbit and drinking 170ml of its blood, he clearly felt that he was still hungry and hadn’t had enough.

However, after looking at the remaining rabbit for a while, Xiang Kun hesitated and decided not to continue killing rabbits to drink their blood.

Before he was overcome by drowsiness and fell asleep, he sent a message to his parents and tenants explaining that he would be busy the next day and might not be able to answer calls or messages until the following night. He did this just to avoid them trying to contact him, turning up at his place, or causing any other problems.

After returning from the hospital, Tang Baona half-lay on the sofa, propping up her sprained ankle.

Yang Zhen’er was arranging the takeout which had just got delivered on the table.

“How are you feeling, better? Shall I feed you, Miss Tang?”

Tang Baona gave her a cold stare and struggled to sit up from the sofa, putting her foot on the table.

“Hey hey, there’s food on the table, and your foot is so stinky!” Yang Zhen’er quickly got a footstool from nearby for her to prop her foot.

Tang Baona glared, ‘What did you say? Who has smelly feet?”

Yang Zhen’er shrunk her neck, “I didn’t say you have smelly feet, I’m talking about the scent, your bandaged feet… they just smell a bit strong!”

After serving her food, Yang Zhen’er asked, “Do you want me to call home for you, so you can stay there for a while? I have to start work tomorrow, and I won’t be able to look after you.”

Tang Baona responded with frustration, “Really? I’ve just gotten injured, and you’re already tired of me?

“I wouldn’t dare to get tired of you, I’m just worried about you being alone at home? For example, how you would go to the bathroom by yourself…”

After having a good laugh, the topic inevitably turned to Xiang Kun.

Yang Zhen’er said: “Hey, Nana, talking about ‘Teacher Saitama’, it is clear that he has trained in martial arts. Even Coach Zhang from the boxing gym says he can’t beat him. So why does he keep denying it when we ask him? What is there to hide? Seeing how easily he carried you all the way back, and his physical fitness, I think even professional athletes can’t compare, right? Was he really a programmer who worked overtime every day?”

Tang Baona also found it a bit strange. Moreover, when she was carried by Xiang Kun, she felt his coolness the entire time. He was like a human air conditioner, helping her to dispel the heat. He claimed that he has a unique body constitution that doesn’t mind heat but fears cold. Nevertheless, she still found it hard to explain.

Yang Zhen’er continued, “Also, remember how he said he didn’t want to eat lunch with us, and that he’d already eaten two energy bars? Eating food in secret is quite weird, isn’t it?”

“He told me that he has strange eating habits and is picky, so he doesn’t like dining with others, ” Tang Baona explained.

Yang Zhen’er nodded, “I see. That’s why he refused to stay for dinner… Although he’s odd, at least he’s straightforward. He says what he thinks, unlike that overseas-educated guy you date before. He started boasting about who he knows in the United Kingdom and where he had been and that his future company will be listed on the Nasdaq blablabla…”

It turns out, when they were in the car, she deliberately asked those seemingly worldly and “why not eat porridge” type of questions, just to trigger Xiang Kun. But unexpectedly, Xiang Kun didn’t mind at all. He straightforwardly admitted to being poor, unemployed, and losing hair, not hiding or dodging any implications.

However, Xiang Kun’s directness and honesty left Yang Zhen’er puzzled. The matter of martial arts training could be a beneficial and boast-worthy topic for him, so why deny it?

“Nana, why not get Old Xia involved and ask for her advice on whether there is any chance between you and ‘Teacher Saitama’?” Yang Zhen’er suggested as she sat next to Tang Baona.

“No! Like I already told you, we are just ordinary friends, maybe we won’t interact again in the future!” Tang Baona quickly defended.

“Really? After he carried you on his back for so long and safely brought you all the way back home, now you’re going to ‘not interact anymore’? Isn’t that a bit like crossing the bridge and pulling it down after?”

“Hey!” Tang Baona glared at her, about to pinch her.

She quickly lifted her hands in surrender, “Fine, fine, just ordinary friends, alright? But don’t you think he’s a bit mysterious?”

“What’s so mysterious? Aside from the martial arts training issue, he answered everything else you asked him, right? And maybe he didn’t practice martial arts after all, and just simply has a good body constitution?”

“Although everything seems rather normal, I always feel that there’s something elusive about him. I can’t point out exactly what it is, don’t tell me you haven’t felt it too! Why not introduce Old Xia to him? Old Xia studies psychology and has a sharp eye, she might be able to figure something out.” “Then you arrange it, didn’t you add him on WeChat?”

“Why should I make the arrangements? He isn’t my blind date… Fine, fine, ordinary friends, you should do it, you have a better excuse. Say it’s to thank him for carrying you home today, invite him to dinner…” “He doesn’t like to eat with others.”

“Then invite him to play cards, tomorrow evening, at our place.”

Tang Baona could only reluctantly send a message on WeChat. After a while, she received a reply and emotionlessly handed the phone to Yang Zhen’er.

Looking at Xiang Kun’s eight word reply, “I’m sorry, I’m busy tomorrow,” Yang Zhen’er was slightly stunned, mumbling, “Nana, it seems like he really isn’t interested in you…”