Minha Esposa é uma Garota-Bomba
"Eu quero voltar para as terras devastadas." "O portal só aparece uma vez a cada centenas de anos." "Eu consigo sobreviver apenas comendo um pouco de lixo nuclear, sou fácil de cuidar." "Procurar lixo nuclear na Estrela Azul é um pouco complicado." "Água pura com um grau de pureza de 98%, isso é um recurso estratégico reservado, muito luxuoso!" "É só água mineral de dois reais o copo..." Depois de muita luta para voltar das terras devastadas, Su Yi acaba encontrando uma garota tão perigosa quanto uma bomba nuclear humana. É fácil se acostumar com o luxo, mas muito mais difícil se adaptar à vida simples, ajudar alguém a se ajustar à vida pacífica é mais difícil do que imaginava. "Preciso de ajuda urgente online! Minha esposa vai explodir." "Não é de raiva, ela realmente vai explodir!" [Reavivamento da Energia Espiritual] + [Rotina romântica] + [Pouca batalha sobrenatural] Comédia estranha no dia a dia, trama principal séria. Também conhecido como: "Caçador das Terras Devastadas: Estresse pós-guerra", "Despertar de poderes? Pena que já estou no nível máximo", "Por favor, comandante, tenha piedade!", "Escolha um dia para o reavivamento".
Minha Esposa é uma Garota-Bomba
Chapter 1: The Twice-Transmigrated, Battle-Scarred Youth Will Not Encounter the Girl Carrying a Nuclear Bomb
Los City High School.
It was a late winter dusk, snowflakes drifting down like goose feathers. The sky deepened as layer upon layer of cloud smothered the crimson sunset behind them. This was the last day off before the start of winter break. Students streamed out of the school, one after another slipping into family sedans—on a day like this, few would choose to walk home.
Dressed in the classic blue and white uniform, Su Yi looked delicate and slender, a single-strap bag slung over his shoulder, a dark red checkered umbrella in hand as he strode across the snow. Some students caught sight of him, dropping their heads to whisper in hushed voices.
“Isn’t that the guy who, while sleeping in the dorm, threatened to stab his roommate in the head because of his snoring?”
“I think so… Didn’t the police show up that time?”
“Let’s stay away from him.”
The murmurs buzzed in his ears. Su Yi angled his umbrella lower and quickened his pace. A sharp wind, thick with snow, cut across his shoulders; a few flakes landed on his skin, only to evaporate into mist in an instant.
There was no time more comforting in winter than just after a fresh snowfall. The ground, soft and yielding, would creak delightfully underfoot, allowing footprints to be left anywhere. The snow was just thick enough, neither too much nor too little—no one could hide from his eyes now, and there was no need to worry about an assassin bursting from underground. The sense of safety was overwhelming, though he reminded himself not to be careless—this weather was perfect for l
