Chapter 112: Attempting the Fastest Shower Record
Riiiiiiing—
Yi Ning groggily stretched out a hand toward the sound.
After flailing a few tis, she finally found that familiar texture, skillfully swiped the screen to shut off the alarm, and tossed her phone even farther away.
“Mm… ugh…”
She groaned twice, forcing her eyes open with difficulty.
She vaguely rembered that today was a dreaded workday—she had to help set up the trap to capture Rigil in the morning, send him off via TV after the capture, and conquer D-City in the afternoon.
She had a lot to deal with—no more rest.
Yi Ning brushed aside the hair pinned under her body and rolled onto her back on the sofa.
Waking up felt awful.
Her left hand, squashed under her body, had gone completely numb. The room was stifling, her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and her overly long hair lay in a ss, sticking to various parts of her body from the sweat, making her head feel hot and dizzy.
“Ughwa—”
Yi Ning suddenly sat up, plunging her hands into her hair and scratching furiously, trying to dispel the heat hovering over her like a cloud.
“So annoying!”
She brushed her bangs back, revealing her smooth forehead.
“When I get a chance, I’m cutting all this hair off!”
Of course, Yi Ning was just venting.
She was a long-hair fanatic. Even if only for her own admiration, she couldn’t bear to part with her beautiful long hair.
As for the hassles long hair brought—
She’d power through them with sheer will!
Yi Ning wiped off so sweat, yawned, and stood up from the sofa.
“Ti to shower.”
Her skin felt sticky.
She couldn’t possibly face a busy day without freshening up.
She had set her alarm for 8:30. Thirty minutes should be enough for a shower and getting dressed, right?
Years of short-hair living had skewed Yi Ning’s sense of ti, leading to a rookie mistake.
With hair as long and thick as hers, thirty minutes was nowhere near enough.
By the ti Lu Zheng arrived right on ti at the entrance to her base, Yi Ning was still struggling with her hair.
“Waaahhhh! (Censored profanity)! Why is this hair so hard to deal with?!”
Sitting on a small stool in the bathroom, Yi Ning wailed as she carefully washed her hair.
It was so long that she had to first untangle all the knots, then wet it thoroughly with hot water, apply hair products, and finally rinse it all out with the showerhead.
Unfamiliar with the routine, the whole process took nearly twenty minutes.
“Hey, what ti is it now?”
Yi Ning wiped her eyes with her arm, brushed her hair back to keep water from dripping into her face, and turned toward her phone, calling out to her voice assistant.
“The current ti is 08:52 a.m.”
Yi Ning wrapped her hair in a towel, carefully soaking up the water.
Despite all her grumbling, she was actually quite satisfied with her current body.
After all, who doesn’t like a beautiful girl?
So if possible, she still wanted to take proper care of herself.
“Hmm…”
She let the towel rest on her head, crossed her arms, and tapped a finger on her arm.
Only 8 minutes until work.
After subtracting ti for dressing and clocking in, she probably had 5–6 minutes left for showering.
Not much ti.
As a model employee who had never been late or left early since starting work, Yi Ning naturally didn’t want to start now.
Not because of any link between budget and attendance.
She was the only one doing actual work in the whole organization—if they held her to strict standards, how would Gu Ke trick her dad into approving budgets for them to split?
Mostly it was because she always mocked Xia An and the others about her perfect attendance. If she was ever late and they found out, they’d definitely get all passive-aggressive about it.
Just thinking about it made Yi Ning want to call a hitman to rough up Xia An.
But as a genius evil scientist, she had many ways to solve a problem.
“Mhm~”
Yi Ning’s eyes rolled once, then she hung the towel on her head and pushed open the bathroom door.
Water droplets from her still-wet hair gathered and slid down with her movents, tracing her smooth collarbone, gathering at lingering patches of moisture, passing through the modest hills of her chest, down toned abs and past a cute navel, finally running along her thighs and dripping to the floor.
Drip by drip, the water traced every contour of her body as she walked into the storage room.
The sounds of rummaging echoed from within.
“Got it!”
A few minutes later, Yi Ning erged holding a strange-looking machine with a clock embedded in it.
“Ta-da! Super Invincible Ti Control Machine!”
One hand on her hip, she held the machine aloft with the other, even adding her own the music.
The Super Invincible Ti Control Machine.
As the na implied—an unbeatable device for manipulating ti.
Ti stop, ti slow, ti acceleration…
Barring ti travel features (removed due to the inventor’s personal concerns), it could perform nearly all other ti-based operations.
Including altering the flow of ti in a designated area.
So DIOs conquer the world with 5 seconds of ti stop. Others just try not to be late for work.
Yi Ning set the machine down, blowing the dust off with disgust.
It must’ve been in storage for ages—a light puff of breath created a mini sandstorm of dust.
“Cough, cough!”
She turned her head, waving the air with one hand.
“Ugh, so dusty.”
Holding the machine aloft, she stepped back, turned her head, and took a few deep breaths in a clean area.
Once the dust settled, she brought the machine back and wiped the energy gauge window with a finger, revealing the needle.
Still about half full—enough to tweak the ti flow in and around the bathroom.
Yi Ning returned to the bathroom entrance and tapped a few buttons, placing the machine on the floor.
“Mmm~”
She looked at her now dusty fingers and glanced over her body.
Various parts were now smudged depending on her contact with storage boxes—since her skin still had water patches, the combination left her looking splotchy in black and white.
Fortunately, her damp hair, stuck to her back and butt, preserved at least one clean zone.
But her poor protective hair had suffered—its outermost layers were now lightly dusted.
“This is killing .”
Yi Ning rubbed her skin with one relatively clean finger and grimaced at the dust on her fingertip.
Thank goodness she was already standing at the bathroom door.
She carefully avoided touching the doorknob with her dirty hand, used a clean area to press it, and swung the door open.
Then bang—Yi Ning slamd it shut behind her.
All she wanted now was to scrub herself clean.
In the next instant—
Before even a second passed—
Yi Ning erged cheerfully from the bathroom, humming a tune and drying her ears with the towel on her head.
All done.
Shower ti: 0.53 seconds.
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