Sam felt his palms sweating.
Would she ruthlessly shoot him if her secret came to light? It seemed unimaginable that such a beautiful woman could commit such a brutal act.
Yet, in this game world, Angel was not a vulnerable character but the female lead, embodying strength and decisiveness, always maintaining her cool. She would never allow her secrets to be revealed, becoming a subject of scientific study.
Faced with such a colossal risk, she would prefer to kill Sam and let her family cover it up, making it appear as a 'reasonable accident.' It was possible that even Sam's sister might never see his complete body!
Even if he managed to escape now, what about his future life? With her ability to stop time, once she set her mind to it, she could find a thousand ways to kill him!
During the duration of his X-ray Vision, Angel seemed to be casually chatting with him, but her hand was inside her bag, firmly gripping the pistol.
Sam diverted his gaze from the bag in her hand to meet Angel's eyes directly.
He sat back down, under her sharp and vigilant gaze. "Why would I expose you? Or report your supernatural abilities?"
Angel's hand, which was about to draw the pistol, paused. She looked at Sam, puzzled. "Aren't you at all curious about this?"
Sam nodded. "Of course, it's strange to encounter supernatural powers in real life. But I have no reason to report you. I just hope you won't use your powers to play pranks on me. It's quite embarrassing."
In speaking, Sam was tactful, avoiding words like fear or terror, to relax her guard. He wanted her to subconsciously think that he didn't perceive her powers as a terrifying force.
"So, you're okay with this? You accept everything I've said so easily?" Angel finally loosened her grip on the gun, but she didn't put down her bag.
The danger wasn't entirely gone, but Sam's demeanor had lowered her guard.
So, until it was completely safe, Sam needed to appear totally relaxed and unguarded.
He shrugged. "Of course. I'm actually a fan of supernatural-themed novels and movies. I like The Flash and Doctor Strange. When I found out about your powers, I was surprised, but your abilities don't really concern me. I'm just a regular student, focused on my studies."
This explanation seemed reasonable, and Angel even laughed lightly. "You don't seem too curious. Don't you want to know what my powers are, or what I've done with them?"
Sam sighed softly. "I'm indeed curious, but I guess you wouldn't just tell me. After all, it's normal for everyone to have their own secrets."
"How can I be sure that you won't talk about this after you leave the classroom?" Angel asked, maintaining a smile and appearing to have let down her guard.
This was a critical question, possibly Sam's final test. Maybe satisfying her was the key to leaving the classroom safely.
Sam had already thought through his response, maintaining a casual and unchanged expression. "Firstly, I'm not one to gossip. I don't really care about things that don't concern me. Secondly, keeping this secret for you, seems easier than spreading it. At least I won't have to face a barrage of questions and boring people prying for information."
"And even if I did talk, you could just deny it. After all, I have no concrete evidence, right? As long as you don't use your powers, you're just another person, undetectable to anyone. And I'd be seen as crazy, so there's no reason for me to tell."
It was a perfect answer, carefully considered by Sam. These words, a blend of truth and lies, were designed to be perfectly confusing. This would make it hard for Angel to discern Sam's real thoughts. Once she put herself in his shoes, she would find his reasoning sound.
It was now midday, and the sunlight outside was bright, even somewhat dazzling. The classroom air was slightly stuffy, with sweat only on Sam's back.
Knowing Angel had a gun in her bag, he found it hard to remain composed.
Luckily, he had his X-ray Vision. Without it, today might have been his last.
Finally, Angel ended her contemplation. She continued forward, stopping in front of Sam, who remained seated, and looked down at him. "Sam, you are a very special and interesting person."
Sam paused, looking at the beautiful Angel, and just smiled: "I'm just an ordinary student, maybe a bit handsome."
"Then, would this handsome student like to date me?"
"Eh? date?"
Sam hadn't expected her to ask this so calmly, with a smile and without a hint of shyness, as if she were merely suggesting they walk home together.
Angel spoke calmly, "I think the only way to ensure you truly have my best interests at heart and won't do anything to harm me is to make you my boyfriend, to make you fall in love with me."
Sam wondered, did he have to follow this fate-like setup just to keep her secret?
He shook his head, "Let's not. I'm just a regular student, and I don't think you'd like me for such a simplistic reason. Relationships like that usually don't end well."
Angel wasn't upset, just curiously looking at Sam. "Do you think I'm not attractive?"
Sam shook his head. "No, dating a girl like you is something every guy dreams of."
"But you just turned me down," Angel said with a tone of regret.
"That's because the differences between us are too great. Anyone practical would realize it's impossible, and your feelings for me must be limited, right?"
Angel nodded, "To be precise, I don't have much of a liking for you. But that doesn't stop me from being interested in you now."
"A momentary interest," Sam argued. "Too many girls play with a guy's feelings out of temporary interest, then discard them once the novelty wears off. I don't want to be that guy."
Angel tapped her chin with her finger, pondering. "I see. Then let's try a different approach."
"What approach?"
Angel looked at Sam, "You said earlier you don't want me to use my powers on you anymore, right?"
Sam hesitated but nodded.
"Of course. Nobody wants to be in a situation they can't control or understand."
Angel smiled, "Then, as a condition for not using my powers on you anymore, you need to cooperate with me until I complete this series of sculptures."
Sam was puzzled, "But didn't you finish it just now?"
Angel scoffed dismissively. "No, many details are still imperfect. I can't allow any flaws in my work."
"What details? It looks great to me," Sam gestured towards the sculpture behind Angel.
Angel spoke mysteriously, "As for the details, I'll tell you later. Just come to the place I designate, and you'll know."
Sam just looked at her, silent. Angel bent down, bringing her stunning face and dangerous gaze close to Sam.
"Sam, don't you want to agree? It's okay, I won't force you. Whether you come to the place I designate is up to you."
After saying this, Angel leaned in as if to kiss Sam's lips. Sam instinctively pulled his head back, creating distance.
Angel laughed at this, then stood up, grabbed her bag, and left the classroom.
Only when Angel had completely left did Sam relax. He pulled out his phone and saw a message:
[Sam, you really are handsome, even the thought of your head being blown off by a gunshot and dying looks good on you.]
"Wtf!"
Sam felt as if his strength had drained away in an instant, his heart pounding wildly.