“You said it yourself; this afternoon, I’ll give your sister the full treatment, and I’ll tell her you ordered it!”
“Oh, really? My suggestion is to livestream it. If Huo Wushuang really cries after you beat her, I’ll even make you a Guild Master,” Fire Finch said, raising an eyebrow with an air of indifference.
This?
It was like punching cotton yet again.
Aya Tone looked up, glancing at Fire Finch, her eyes reflecting both confusion and a hint of powerlessness.
‘Is this person immune to being targeted?’
‘My sister!’
‘That’s my sister! My biological sister!’
‘How can you be so indifferent?’
Fire Finch, finding Aya Tone’s stare rather amusing, couldn’t resist teasing her further. “So, I’m counting on you, Professor Ay~a~.”
“Snap!”
Aya Tone huffily snapped her phone shut, determined not to look at Fire Finch’s infuriating face any longer.
‘Damn it, how can such a decent person have such an annoying mouth!’
She hopped off the mat and stomped her foot.
“No! The more I think about it, the angrier I get!”
She had once heard an old Daoist say that getting angry affects one’s mood for the day and shortens one’s lifespan.
Therefore, one must learn to vent, to release the anger festering within.
And the method was quite simple…
Her gaze fell upon a particular student who had already woken up but was feigning unconsciousness.
‘So, you’re awake, huh?’
‘Heheheh—’
The temperature in the training ground plummeted, and an eerie, cold wind seemed to blow from nowhere.
The student, now awake, shivered on the ground, their eyes tightly shut, too afraid to open them.
The rebound damage hadn’t caused severe physical injuries, but it had been incredibly painful!
‘If the professor finds out we’re awake, won’t they drag us back for another round of sparring?’
‘There isn’t a single drop of magic left in our bodies; no matter how much we try to squeeze it out, nothing comes forth.’
‘And just now, I overheard the professor chatting with someone, mentioning they possessed a healing spell. That one truly is a living Yama King, heh heh…’
“Healing Touch!”
A holy light instantly illuminated the entire training ground, yet to those in the know, such warm radiance felt colder than the underworld itself.
A single word echoed in their minds.
‘Finished!’
****
“Senior, how are you feeling?”
Li Huaiming approached Aya Tone, a smile playing on his lips, and sat down opposite him, his cutlery in hand.
Upon hearing the voice, Aya Tone looked up.
“Gabble gabble…” (‘Li Huaiming, sit down…’)
His words were muffled, but the movements of his mouth showed no sign of stopping.
Honestly, though he hadn’t explored the academy thoroughly, the food here was undeniably excellent.
Moreover, professors received a meal subsidy.
Free and delicious!
This truly was paradise.
At last.
After struggling to swallow a large piece of beef, Aya Tone let out a long sigh.
The meat had been too big, almost getting stuck in his throat, making it difficult to swallow.
“Hmph, that goes without saying.”
Aya Tone proudly raised two fingers, forming a V-sign.
‘Wow, Fire Finch is truly worthy of being the president.’
‘Though her personality isn’t great, her advice is genuinely good.’
‘Pull them up, beat them; pull them up again, beat them again.’
‘Tsk tsk tsk, the anger in my heart vanished without a trace in an instant.’
‘Too bad it’s a bit hard on the students; I can’t use that method next time.’
“Is that so? That’s good then.”
His abilities weren’t magic-based, so he couldn’t help Aya Tone much.
At most, he could offer a simple inquiry like this.
“Why are you alone? And why are so few people eating in the cafeteria?”
Aya Tone glanced around, shaking his head. “These young people nowadays, they’re not even enthusiastic about eating; their thinking is problematic~”
“Back in my day, if my school had food this good and affordable, I wouldn’t have had to survive a week on twenty yuan.”
Recalling the past, Aya Tone was filled with unspeakable bitterness, as if shedding tears of hardship.
‘People nowadays don’t know how to cherish things.’
‘So, I must cherish this.’
‘Chomp!’
“Senior, do you think there’s a possibility…”
Li Huaiming hesitated, a look of helplessness in his eyes.
“What’s up?”
Aya Tone, a duck neck dangling from his mouth, waited for Li Huaiming to continue.
“It’s just that… you seniors are too brutal, puh-haha!”
“Huh?”
Aya Tone, his cheeks puffed full, tilted his head in confusion.
‘I hate riddlers.’
‘Saying things halfway, who knows what you’re talking about!’
“Nothing… *cough cough*… it’s just!” Li Huaiming waved his hand apologetically, indicating he truly hadn’t meant to laugh.
Yet, thinking of the students currently lying in the infirmary, he couldn’t help but cough again.
Only a small fraction of students had awakened magic abilities; the rest were focused on martial arts.
Magic users typically only needed to improve their mental and magical power, with no high demands on physical stamina, which was why they had escaped injury.
As for the others…
Practical combat class, practical combat.
Unsurprisingly, they had all been taught a lesson by the professor they mistakenly thought was gentle—Ying Li—and rendered unconscious.
With dozens of students in one class, Ying Li had even found time to move her afternoon class forward.
And so, the current scene unfolded before them.
Despite it being lunchtime, only a dozen or so scattered individuals could be seen in the cafeteria.
That was because everyone else was groaning in the academy’s infirmary, awaiting nutritious meals from the nurses.
Unable to move, how could they possibly come to the cafeteria?
“Laughable, that anyone would think that woman Ying Li is gentle?” Aya Tone scoffed, spitting out a bone he’d just chewed.
‘Hadn’t that exhibition match made Ying Li’s true nature clear?’
‘When she strikes, she truly aims to kill.’
‘Every punch is delivered with full force, leaving no room for survival.’
‘Compared to her, I actually seem quite gentle, merely knocking people out.’
‘It hurts a bit, but a good night’s sleep fixes everything.’
Just then.
Some scattered students passing by looked towards the two of them, then quickly lowered their heads, whispering amongst themselves.
“Look, look, isn’t that him!”
“Holy crap! Such a cute white-haired loli! You guys distract the guy opposite her, and I’ll grab a sack and tie her up to take back to the dorm. What do you say?”
As he spoke, he actually pulled out a snakeskin bag from who-knew-where.
His practiced movements clearly marked him as a repeat offender.
“…”
“…”
The others fell silent, staring at the speaker as if he were an idiot.
“Dude, are your eyes okay?”
To even suggest tying up that ‘witch’ with a sack, this guy was truly ruthless.
Just as they were speaking, three unexpected individuals appeared beside Aya Tone.
Excited voices reached Aya Tone’s ears. “Professor Aya! Do you still remember us?”
Aya Tone felt helpless. ‘He was eating, for crying out loud.’
To avoid disrupting his meal, he lifted his tray, turned slightly, and continued shoveling rice into his mouth.
“Who are you?” Seeing the newcomers, Aya Tone paused slightly.
Three young women stood beside him, their eyes filled with anticipation, their lips pressed together.
‘Uh… who are they?’
Aya Tone racked his brain, desperately searching his memories for any connection to these three young women.
But… the answer he received was always: ‘No such person found.’
Perhaps sensing the confusion in Aya Tone’s eyes, the girls’ excited hearts sank.
‘As expected, he forgot?’