Through Yan Lingxuan’s Wearable Device, his classroom words reached the trio 200 meters away on a rooftop building—clear as day, every syllable audible, every movement visible.
Making a notebook float with magic?
“No surge of Magic Power detected. That’s not magic,” Bai Lingyue analyzed coolly.
“But he *did* suspend it midair! Only magic can do that. If not magic, how?” Shan Xi pressed skeptically.
Katherine’s eyes lit up with a knowing smirk. “Got it. No idea about his method, but this must be an ‘illusion’ from the Old World.”
Wang Dongping, Jiang Lehao, and Ma Zhixiu first gaped in shock—eyes wide, jaws slack—then narrowed their eyes, staring at Yan Lingxuan like he was an idiot. Ma Zhixiu snatched the floating notebook, fingers probing until he found the nearly invisible thread glued to its back. So this “magic” was just a shoddy trick: a thread dangling from the ceiling!
“Think you can be a Mage with that stunt? Then we’d be rulers of Valhalla’s harem!”
“Daring to show off such a cheap trick? You really underestimate us.”
“Forgot to mention—I’m actually an undercover Mage from Valhalla Academy. My mission? World peace!”
“Oh? An undercover Mage too? Well, I’m just pretending to be a normal student. My true identity: Valhalla’s coldest ace Mage.”
“...Guess I’m a Mage too. Since my cover’s blown, I’ll admit it.”
Facing his comrades’ mockery, Yan Lingxuan merely shook his head with a disdainful smile, wearing an expression that screamed, *Are you kids still this naive?* He continued:
“Actually, Valhalla Academy’s top idol, Bai Lingyue, is my sister—”
Jiang Lehao cut him off. “Enough with that sister-complex rant. Daydream all you want, but don’t believe it. Sociologists say relying on fantasies to satisfy yourself leads to mental issues. Seriously, stop overthinking.”
“If Valhalla’s top idol and chief Mage—the ‘Silverhaired Violeteyed Sorceress’ Bai Lingyue—is your sister, then the second idol, ‘Golden Flame’ Katherine, must be mine! Long live Sister Katherine! I’ve even fantasized about living with her... accidentally walking in on her bath, tumbling onto her chest—heehee...”
Lost in daydreams of Katherine’s alluring curves, Ma Zhixiu wore a lecherous grin. He had no idea his words were being relayed verbatim to Katherine herself.
Bai Lingyue and Shan Xi glanced back at her. Her face held a cryptic smile.
Just as the otaku squad grew louder, they finally noticed their class monitor, Su Fangwen, standing nearby. Arms crossed, expression icy, she stared at the four like they were trash.
“Monitor, what’s wrong? I submitted yesterday’s homework,” Wang Dongping stammered, instantly straightening up. Hard experience taught him this monitor wasn’t to be trifled with—stunningly beautiful, yet colder than ice.
“Yan Lingxuan!” Su Fangwen called out sharply.
Yan Lingxuan didn’t flinch, but his three comrades swiveled to stare at him, eyes screaming, *What trouble did you stir up now?* Their otaku squad constantly gave their homeroom teacher headaches, and the monitor—her teacher’s trusted enforcer—was their frequent adversary.
The teacher arrived. Morning reading began. Su Fangwen abandoned her plan to drag Yan Lingxuan away immediately—but she wasn’t done.
“Meet me by the first-floor vending machine after morning exercises.”
Once she left, his comrades pounced:
“Confess your crimes!”
Yan Lingxuan clutched his head in surrender. “Disaster! My Mage identity’s been exposed!”
Their unanimous glare was his only reply.
***
On the opposite rooftop.
“I’ve got a fun idea,” Katherine whispered, winking deliberately at Bai Lingyue.
***
After morning exercises, Su Fangwen stood waiting by the first-floor vending machine. Arms crossed, she drew stares from every passerby in the corridor—unnoticed by her.
A first-year celebrity, Su Fangwen radiated classical beauty: lovely face, serene demeanor. Class flower? Undisputed. Grade flower? Likely. School flower? Still debated.
“What’s taking so long?” she muttered, foot tapping impatiently.
Then, a group of ill-intentioned boys closed in.
Forced to the building’s secluded backside, Su Fangweng glared at the three with burning fury.
“Why bring me here? Spit it out.” Her voice was ice. She held the leader’s gaze, defiant despite the fear clawing her chest.
The ringleader, Qi Jun—a second-year with dyed-red hair and a platinum earring—sneered. “Just telling you to mind your own business. You reported us for smoking here yesterday, didn’t you?”
Her fleeting shock confirmed his suspicion.
Since 2025, after years of UN health research proved nicotine-laced tobacco utterly harmful, it was classified as a drug. Many countries banned sales—including the Zhonghua Region.
“Meddlesome bitch.”
“Think we won’t hit a girl? Huh?”
Qi Jun’s lackeys, Pan Song and Xu Wentang, raised threatening fists. But Su Fangwen didn’t flinch, staring back with wide, unyielding eyes—a defiant posture.
Yes, she’d reported them. She’d done nothing wrong. Fear wouldn’t make her yield. But only she and the teacher knew about the report... Had the teacher betrayed her?
Qi Jun flaunted red hair and earrings—blatant rule-breaking. Yet he roamed freely. His parents’ influence shielded him.
“If you did nothing wrong, why fear exposure?” Su Fangwen shot back, unblinking. Trapped by three, terror screamed inside her. But weakness wasn’t an option—her nature, and hard-learned lessons, forbade it.
“Underestimating me, huh?”
Qi Jun’s face darkened. He clamped her jaw, slamming her against the wall. His face hovered just five centimeters from hers.
Pan Song bared his teeth, revealing a missing front tooth. “Strip her. Let’s see if she stays mouthy.”
“Good idea,” Xu Wentang egged on.
Su Fangwen tried to scream—but Qi Jun’s hand sealed her mouth. Her throat locked tight.
***
A flippant voice cut through the tension, utterly out of place:
“Oho~ Live assault footage. Perfect title: *‘School Flower Raped by Privileged Brat: Full Video.’* This’ll blow up—over a million views today. Cha-ching! Heh heh...”
All four heads snapped toward the sound. Behind a bush, Yan Lingxuan crouched, Wearable Device raised in recording mode, grinning wickedly at the scene.
