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Contrary to what Collins expected, the girl’s tone was not venomous or jealous; instead, it was calm and elegant.

Only her eyes, despite their calm and peaceful expression, revealed a hint of resentment.

Because of this, Mo Yue’s classmates also stepped forward to agree with Aiya’s opinion.

The four girls stood against Mo Yue.

Whispered gossip began to spread among the examinees—not about Mo Yue cheating, but about what relationship she had with these girls, who were so quick to humiliate her.

Aikefis clicked his tongue a few times.

“Your sister must’ve really offended them somehow. That girl’s eyes… it’s like she’s staring at a mortal enemy.”

Collins spread his hands, indicating he didn’t understand.

The woman at the front finally spoke.

Her purple nail-polished finger pointed at Mo Yue’s face, and her indifferent voice asked the teachers and students present: “To be honest, I’m this girl’s classmate. We’ve been in the same class for a long time.”

“So I know her true identity. She’s not human—she’s from the lowest race, just a slime.”

Mo Yue stumbled, almost falling over.

The people around looked at Mo Yue.

Though there wasn’t much overt contempt in their eyes, the lingering gazes on her body were enough to make anyone uncomfortable.

“Being a slime is one thing. I don’t judge by race.

But this person has no understanding of human morals, no concept of human life.”

With carefully crafted words, the slander poured out.

Mo Yue, a virgin who barely had any male friends, was described as living a depraved life—sleeping around, seducing men, ruining friendships, stealing boyfriends.

Every vile act was linked to Mo Yue.

The worse it sounded, the better. The more disgusting, the more effective—that’s the basic skill of slander.

This girl, who slandered with such venom, was far more cunning than her companions.

She knew Mo Yue’s entrance into Hawk Academy couldn’t be stopped, so she aimed to taint Mo Yue’s reputation before she even enrolled, ensuring no peace for her.

Seeing Mo Yue’s face grow paler and her body weaken, the woman grew even more pleased.

She knew Mo Yue wouldn’t argue back, nor had the strength to defend herself.

That’s what made it fun to say these things.

She could clearly see the desperation in Mo Yue’s expression, and that delighted her.

The slander continued. Words like curses spilled from her mouth.

Next came the claim that Mo Yue faked a pregnancy to blackmail her boyfriend for money, then slept around with other men after getting the cash.

Halfway through the sentence, a strange sensation rose from her throat.

Suddenly, the woman realized she couldn’t speak.

Her vocal cords were vibrating, and her lips were moving, but no sound came out—the words dissolved into nothing.

Silence Spell.

And it wasn’t just any Silence Spell—it even sealed off magical elements.

This wasn’t something a first-tier Silence Spell could do.

While basic ones only block sound vibrations in the air, this one locked down magical elements as well—something only graduates of a typical magic university could accomplish.

This was at least second-tier magic.

The examiner turned his head in shock.

Collins walked past Aikefis straight to Mo Yue’s side, supporting her swaying shoulders and, at the same time, dispelling the woman’s Silence Spell.

“If you don’t know how to speak properly, then I suggest you keep your mouth shut.”

Collins looked with disgust at the heavily made-up woman.

She sensed the extraordinary magic just used and, being no fool, took the hint.

Since Collins had given her a way out, she decided to take it.

At least, that’s what she thought. But those around her didn’t share her mindset—especially Aiya, the first girl to accuse Mo Yue.

This girl, utterly lacking in emotional intelligence, stepped right in front of Collins and pointed at Mo Yue.

“She’s a **, and the men who’ve slept with her…”

Aiya couldn’t finish.

Collins’s palm struck her face. The force, enhanced by his fury, sent Aiya sprawling to the ground.

The crowd erupted in shock, but most understood Collins’s actions—Aiya had gone too far.

But Aiya was clearly a pampered princess.

She stood up, covering her face and staring at Collins in disbelief.

“You hit me?”

The woman with the nail polish tried to pull Aiya back, but Aiya shoved her hand away and yelled at Collins, “Even my father has never hit me!”

Judging by her posture, the girl looked ready to fight Collins.

Collins responded with a Binding Spell.

Aiya was frozen like a statue. Collins turned his gaze to the woman behind her.

Compared to the reckless, spoiled Aiya, this heavily made-up and calculating woman was far more dangerous.

“I heard everything you just said. And I recorded it.”