"Brother, that's all for dinner today. Dai Lisa, dressed in a pink apron and holding a simple fried rice in each hand, gently placed it on the long table.

"Hmm. Cook grinned, smiled nonchalantly, and nodded.

"What's wrong, brother, did you lose the game at school?" Dai Lisa couldn't help but ask with some concern when she saw Cook's casual and perfunctory appearance, as if he was hiding something.

"How could it be, how could your brother and I lose. Cook regrouped in a bit of a panic and smiled at Dai Lisa.

"Is it—?" Dai Lisa's eyes narrowed slightly, her hands crossed her hips, and she walked to Cook's side, and shouted in a serious whisper, the syllables deliberately dragged out by her.

Dai Lisa's long tail note brushed the tip of Cook's heart like a brush, causing Cook to reply with some trembling caution, "It's true! My brother has never lied to you, has he?"

"Hmph!" Dai Lisa snorted resentfully, looked at Cook with very resentful eyes, and muttered, "I don't know who coaxed me at the time and said that he would take me out to play tomorrow, but he ran away with me and Sister Highlando's back early in the morning." ”

"Little Lisa...... Do you remember this?" Cook touched his head brightly, his confidence rather weak.

While they were still working on their mission in Hajigis City, Cook and Highland set off early in the morning to investigate clues related to Jared at Anthony's Distillery, and they didn't call Lisa with them.

"Hmph!" Dai Lisa was even more annoyed this time, pouting, her blue eyes as bright as sapphires, and they were full of resentment.

"Okay, okay, it's my brother who was not good at the time, I apologize to you. Cook rubbed Dai Lisa's head and chuckled softly.

Dai Lisa smiled with satisfaction, and let Cook gently stroke her head.

"Little Lisa, I have a question for you, is it okay?" Cook looked at Dai Lisa's happy smile, and a trace of helplessness and pain inadvertently crossed his eyes.

"Huh?" Dai Lisa looked up, her eyes quizzing at Cook.

"Little Lisa...... Do you hate your parents?" said Cook, his lips slightly open, and after hesitating for a long time, he looked at Dai Lisa's flawless eyes and said softly.

Dai Lisa obviously didn't expect Cook to ask such a question at such a time, and even the look in her eyes dissipated a lot at that moment, and after staring at Cook for a long time, she finally nodded, and then quickly shook her head.

"I don't know, my mom and dad...... It's a constant quarrel every day, and sometimes they come to beat me in a fit of anger, but ...... But ......"

After Dai Lisa said several "buts" in a row, she couldn't say anything, as if she was completely lost in confusion and darkness, her voice was gradually lowering, and her blue and moist eyes were gradually losing Cook's reflection.

Cook carefully grabbed Dai Lisa's weak waist, hugged her into his arms, and whispered as warmly as possible: "It's okay, my brother will always be by your side in the future." ”

He has fully understood that even though Dai Lisha does not have many good memories around her former parents and has experienced a lot of cruel treatment, Dai Lisha still can't hate her parents.

She may be afraid, but she will never hate, and after losing them, she will even be miserable and confused.

Is this family?

In the misty glow of the night, Cook leaned against the corner of the wall beside his bed, looking at the cold moonlight in the distant sky, and whispered.

"Copy!" Cook shouted solemnly as he looked at the icicle in the distance, his eyes solemn.

Behind him, a sharp ice pick with a faint cold air appeared strangely and quickly, with a subtle faint blue fluorescence, in opposition to a student with a red tie in the distance, and behind that student, there was also an ice pick suspended out of thin air.

"The same ability as me?!" The red-tie sophomore screamed in surprise when he saw Cook condense an ice pick out of thin air like him.

"Go!" Cook waved his hand, and several ice picks behind him stabbed straight forward.

The second-grader, after retreating a few steps backwards in fright, also came back to his senses, gritted his teeth fiercely, and also controlled the icicle behind him to stab forward.

The ice picks continued to knock out fine wisps of ice slag in the center of the ring, and soon a dense frost mist spread out in all directions.

"It's over. The second grader's ears suddenly heard an indifferent voice of cold words without any emotion, and the corner of his eyes quickly swept by, only to see a figure as fast as a ghost arc rushing in front of him.

Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his lower back, and then his body fell uncontrollably into the air and fell on the lawn.

"In this way, it is the first victory in the official competition. Cook gasped slightly, his breathing was a little sloppy, and he said a little tiredly.

It was a few days since they officially broke out of the repechage match, and they finally ushered in the first match of the official match today.

In this competition, he also used his [Copy] ability to successfully copy those icicles, which also verified Teacher Afra's speculation.

He can't directly copy an opponent's abilities, but he can copy the physical effects of an opponent's abilities.

For example, he can't replicate the starting point and process of the opponent's direct use of the ability to generate the icicle, but he can wait until the opponent completely condenses the actual object of the icicle, and then directly replicate the specific result.

But that's only if the opponent's ability can be a physical result, and if it's like Sheryl and Elaine, he can't replicate a single thing, after all, their ability doesn't conjure a physical object.

And, after Cook personally copied the icicles, he realized how painful the so-called ability efficiency was.

The opponent may be able to condense the ice picks with a small amount of ability energy, but he needs to unleash more abilities to replicate them.

This is really painful, originally he was a little glad for his ability, but under the limitation of this ability efficiency, he found that this efficiency was very low, and every time he copied, it would greatly consume his ability energy, and it could not be used for a long time.

Sister Lan is right, the efficiency of this ability will really vary depending on the medium. Cook thought to himself.

"Are you alright?" Sheryl frowned after seeing Cook's somewhat pale face, and after hesitation, he still opened his mouth to ask Cook.

"Oh...... It's all right......" Cook replied, somewhat flattered, for the first time he had seen Sheryl show such a caring attitude.

But before he could recover from his shock, he felt a cold air behind him, and turned his head stiffly, Cook looked at Elaine with a proud and cold face on the side, and scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Hmph!" Elaine let out a dissatisfied grumble softly, a pair of sharp eyes locked tightly on Cook's body, although his face did not change in the slightest, but Cook still felt a stronger sense of oppression from his body.

couldn't help but look at Sheryl, who looked cold on the side, and seeing his calm face, he couldn't help but shrug his shoulders helplessly, and put on a depressed posture of "I don't blame me" at Elaine.

And you don't need to be jealous with a man, right...... Cook secretly complained.

"Cook, come over here. Afra's voice rang out at the right time, and Cook seemed to be smeared with oil on the soles of his feet, and immediately slipped away from the intertwined right and wrong of Sheryl and Elaine.

"Teacher, what's the matter?" asked Cook as he ran up to Afra and asked enthusiastically.

"Did you successfully replicate today's game?" Afra asked directly, because the repechage match was over, and there was no need for her to continue to monitor the game, so she had been teaching students in the last few days, and she didn't know anything about Cook's side.

Cook nodded, he naturally understood that the copy that Teacher Afra asked about was not a simple copy of a dress, but a copy of the physical result of the other party's ability.

"Really?" Afra's eyes twinkled, as if she was satisfied with the answer, and looked into Cook's gaze as if she were looking at some rare species.

Under such a gaze, Cook couldn't help but have a sense of absurdity that was being watched casually, and this feeling made him very awkward.

"That...... Teacher?" Afra's gaze became more and more meaningful, and Cook finally couldn't bear it anymore, and couldn't help but remind.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I've been working on this before, and I'm acting a little out of shape. Afra came back to her senses and smiled.

"Hmm, teacher, have you worked in any other profession before?" Cook asked.

Afra nodded and said, "My previous job was to study all kinds of abilities and abilities, so I guess it's a researcher on a special level. ”

"Teacher, were you a member of the palace research institute before?" Cook's first reaction when he heard the word researcher was the research institute that the dean of Rio had explained to him.

"No, the research institute I was in was a special organization that was not recognized by the Empire, and it only lasted for a few years before it was disbanded. Afra shook her head and replied.

"Is that so?" Cook muttered to himself, then looked at the smile on Teacher Afra's face that had not disappeared for a long time, and couldn't help but laugh softly, "That must be the place where the teacher is full of memories, and it's hard for me to see the teacher smile so naturally." ”

"No, I just like to study abilities. Unexpectedly, Afra quickly retracted her smile and denied it with a calm and indifferent face.

Is that so...... Cook was directly blocked and speechless.

Isn't what I just said sensational?!