Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 1590 - Naive and Childish, Lively and Energetic

Chapter 1590 Naive and Childish, Lively and Energetic
As they bickered, the siblings arrived at a row of lockers against one wall.
Claire stopped struggling and looked at the black material inside curiously. “What’s this? Why does it look like… a tight leather suit? Luke, did you develop some weird hobby?” She suddenly imagined him wearing this leather outfit and holding a long whip… Huh, gross! She didn’t want to imagine it!
Luke slapped the back of her head. “What are you thinking? You’re a singer, not a movie star. Don’t put on a play all by yourself.” As he spoke, he pressed the scanner.
A blue light flashed and the glass door opened. He gestured for Claire to step forward and take out the outfit that was on the shelf.
Claire pursed her lips. When she picked up the black outfit, she was surprised. “It’s not leather or rubber. It’s very comfortable to touch.” Luke pointed at a room not far away. “Go and change.” A minute later, Claire jumped out and bounced around. “This looks a little like a special agent’s skin suit. It’s a little tight, but it’s very easy to move around in.” Luke snapped his fingers. “Activate verification mode and record level 1 authorization: Claire Vincent.”
As soon as he said that, Claire felt as if she had been bitten by a mosquito. “Is there a thorn in this outfit?”
Luke said, “This is the first time you’re being verified. It requires your blood to confirm your DNA, as well as your voice, fingerprints, palm prints, and the shape of your irises.”
“Wow-” Claire’s eyes widened. “When did you become a mad scientist?”
Luke gestured for her to stand still.
The verification wasn’t a big deal, but without the right attitude, this monkey might treat it like a game.
A moment later, the black material extended up from her neck to cover Claire’s entire head.
Even her eyes were covered with black lenses. Coupled with the skintight suit, she turned into a completely black… night monkey? Claire exclaimed, “Wow! What’s this? What the hell is this? Luke~~”
Luke pressed her down with both hands. “Listen clearly to the support system prompts. After you understand them, come back and test its functions.”
With that, he walked to the training room on the other side.
Claire grimaced at his back. “Pfft, pfft, you old man!”
“I can hear you-” Luke said lazily.
Claire: “Haha, you heard wrong.”
A few minutes later, a shadow rolled into the training room like a tornado.
It really was like a tornado, because Claire was spinning as she came in.
Not only that, she crashed into the walls and the ceiling as she jumped around.
Luke sipped his green tea unhurriedly. “Is it fun?”
Claire was still rolling around. “It’s fun.”
Luke asked, “Do you know what to do?”
Claire still didn’t stop spinning around him. “I know, I know.”
Luke asked, “You’ve never played with something like this before, right?”
Claire: “No – are you mocking me?”
Luke just shrugged silently.
After experiencing some of the functions of the nanosuit for herself, Claire clearly became much more serious.
Although she had the mysterious old man, who was far more awesome than this suit, he was her trump card. The old man had said that she wasn’t allowed to use her full abilities unless she was in grave danger.
Since this suit was from Luke, there was no problem.
Since Luke had given it to her, she could use it however she wanted.
Hm, she couldn’t use it however and whenever? Then she just needed to pester him a few more times, and he would give in.
She was right.
As long as she didn’t wear this suit and deliberately put on a monkey show for everybody, Luke really had no objections.
Speaking of which, Gold Nugget no. 2 was keeping an eye on her, and Claire was already very good at keeping secrets; Luke didn’t have to worry too much.
Next, Luke personally explained the design of this nanosuit.
It had functions and effects adapted for real-life situations.
Even an ordinary nanosuit expert like Luke didn’t necessarily understand the theory behind the technology, so it was clearly unrealistic for a sophomore like Claire to parse it out.
It was like how it was useless to talk about bullet caliber to someone who didn’t use guns; the only way to ensure their safety was to directly explain what the bullets could pierce through.
Claire played with the suit for a long time before her enthusiasm finally waned. She turned to look at Luke. “Hah, take this.”
She shot off the wall and aimed a kick at his butt.
Luke was still holding a cup of green tea in his right hand, but he couldn’t help but laugh. “You seem to have forgotten that I’m the one who taught you.”
As he spoke, he grabbed Claire’s ankle with his left hand and threw her back the way she had come.
Claire spun a few times in the air before she landed on the testing platform. She lunged at Luke again. “But I have a new suit.”
Luke turned around and blocked the incoming kick with his palm. “But I designed it.”
At the same time, his palm swiftly hit the sole of her foot.
He didn’t give the suit time to absorb the impact.
In the end, he pressed down with his palm, and Claire’s foot suddenly dropped.
Sensing that something was wrong, Claire drew back and bent down to dodge, only for her head to be pressed down from above.
Before she could attack again, Luke flicked her head hard with his finger. “Okay, I still want to drink my tea. I don’t want to get dust in my cup.” Claire stood up angrily. “I was just playing. You’re becoming less energetic.”
Luke said, “Of course. I’m already 20. How can I be as childish as you?”
Claire couldn’t help but look at him disdainfully. “Are you sure you did well in middle school English? I’ll give you another chance. Hurry up and choose a better adjective.”
Luke asked, “Naive?”
Whether she was naive or childish, or both, Claire got busy in the next few days.
When she told her manager about her itinerary, the man only asked a few questions before he said that he understood and told her to work hard.
Claire was dumbfounded. My brother is giving me special training. Why do you want me to work hard?
It wasn’t until then that she received a message from her manager. Titanium Phone Company wanted her to train for a period of time to match the youthful and lively character of the new phone model.
That was because a TV commercial for a Titanium phone was waiting for her.
Claire was even more stupefied. I know I’m great, but I cover my face when I perform. How is the audience supposed to know what I’m like behind my wig?
But no matter how surprised she was, the company had already helped arrange this itinerary for her.
Also, she could find a trainer herself, and Titanium Phone Company would cover the cost.