Summary of the The Great Genetic Era
Tang Ting frowned, his usual confident demeanor replaced by a thoughtful, almost pensive expression.
"...Hand speed," he admitted slowly, choosing his words carefully before adding the qualifier, "just my right hand."
Xu Tui choked on his snack momentarily. Cheng Mo shot him a look as he munched thoughtfully.
"Right hand? That specific?" Xu Tui murmured, processing it. He remembered their instructor mentioning how frequently used body parts are more likely to unlock Base Points...
"So if that's the case," Cheng Mo piped up, his tone playful but teasing, "does that mean my stomach specialization is thanks to 18 years of... uh... constant snacking?"
Xu Tui blinked. Did he really ask himself? "...What about me?" he wondered aloud, running a hand over his face, picturing someone else's Base Points activating purely from intense brain activity and stress. "Just thinking non-stop for all these years?"
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