They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System Chapter 477: Whose Personality Do You Prefer?

Nnenna leaned forward a little, curiosity lighting her face.

"These ones will be easier than what you just did," Carl assured her. "But I expect you to take them seriously."

He passed the book to her. At the top, in bold letters, he had written:

Supplentary Year One Review — Assignnt

Beneath it were several questions, each phrased simply but carrying the weight of expectation:

1. Explain, in your own words, the life cycle of Plasmodium falciparum. Include each stage and the significance of the mosquito vector.

2. List three examples of codominance in genetics and briefly describe each.

3. Describe the process of transcription in eukaryotic cells. What enzys are involved?

4. Outline the steps for preparing a standard solution in the chemistry lab. What precautions should you take to ensure accuracy?

5. What are the differences between DNA polyrase I and DNA polyrase III in prokaryotes?

After Nnenna saw it, he took it back.

Carl tapped the page lightly with one finger.

"There are more questions in the full set," he said, his voice casual, as if it were no big deal to expect her to know all this. "But I won’t overwhelm you today. We’ll do the rest together when you’re ready, maybe tomorrow."

Nnenna looked down at the book, then back at him. Her heart raced a little, but this ti, it wasn’t fear. It was the strange, buoyant excitent she always felt when she was about to prove herself.

"I’ll get all of them right," she promised, her tone bright and sure.

Carl smiled, the softness in his eyes hidden behind the faint arch of one eyebrow.

"I know you will," he said simply. Then he bent down to add one more question he had just rembered.

Once he put the last full stop, Carl lifted his head and found Nnenna staring at him, her chin propped on her palm, studying him like he was so curious specin in a jar.

"What?" he asked, one brow rising in amused challenge, though his eyes were genuinely curious.

"Nothing," Nnenna laughed, the sound bright and a little shy. "You just look so serious. I rarely see you like this." She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, smiling at him.

"Oh?" Carl drawled, leaning back in his chair, his long fingers tapping idly against the table. "So you don’t think I can be serious? You prefer the iceberg Arthur or Somto?"

His lips quirked into a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, one of those expressions that could either an nothing or absolutely everything. For a heartbeat, it felt like what she said next might decide whether there would be world peace or a sudden declaration of war.

"No no!" Nnenna waved her hands frantically, her face flushing with panic at the thought. "I know you can be serious. I an, back in Lionara...you scared the living daylights out of when I saw how you handled those n following us."

Her voice softened, and her eyes turned thoughtful. "It was my first ti seeing a gun up close...and you just held it like a pro. Like it was nothing."

Carl didn’t answer right away. He tilted his head slightly, as if replaying that mont in his mind.

"Wish I could have seen you shoot too," Nnenna said wistfully, her eyes bright with curiosity. "Your marksmanship must be...jealousy worthy since it’s your second major. And—" she peeked at the thick sheaf of paper he’d just set down "—those questions you’ve given must be impossibly tough since you’re so smart." She ended with a dramatic sigh, hoping he would take the bait and let the mont pass.

For a second, Carl paused, the thoughtful shadow in his expression lifting. Then he burst into laughter. warm, rich, completely amused, like he had just caught her with her hand in the cookie jar.

"Did you just try to pull one over ?" he asked, eyes gleaming. "You really tried to change the subject."

Nnenna’s face turned red in record ti. "No! I was just..nting on your...expertise," she stamred, even though she knew she had been caught red handed.

This ti, Carl only gave her a slow, knowing smile. "Darling," he said gently, as though stating an undeniable fact, "I’m older than you. It’s going to take much more than that to pull one over ."

Seeing that her little trick was completely exposed, Nnenna let out a small groan of defeat and buried her face in her hands.

"What was that question again?" she mumbled, pretending, quite poorly, that she had forgotten the very thing she had been trying to avoid.

Carl shook his head slowly, an indulgent smile playing at his lips at her last ditch attempt to deflect.

"You answered the first one," he reminded her in that calm, lilting voice that sohow made everything sound more serious. "But you tried to slip past the second. So, I’ll ask again—"

His gaze locked onto hers, bright and unwavering, as though determined to read every flicker of her expression. "Which personality do you prefer? The iceberg Arthur? Somto? Or...?"

Nnenna let out a dramatic sigh and rolled her eyes, partly to hide how flustered she felt under his focused attention. Could he not look at her like that? Like he would see straight into her soul if she hesitated even a second too long?

Whose personality do I prefer?

Gosh.

She couldn’t pick any.

She just couldn’t.

Somto, Arthur, Carl. Each of their personalities was unique and just as amazing in its own way.

She took a glance at Carl and, in that mont, realization dawned.

He was not actually telling her to pick.

I knew it!

He would not put her on the spot like that. It simply wasn’t in his nature.

He probably just wanted her to describe the three of them from her own perspective.

It made sense.

Even Jesus in the Bible had once asked his disciples, "Who do people say I am?"