Lin Mi gasped heavily, a trace of crimson blood at the corner of her mouth. Cold Night Feather, in stark contrast, stood calm and composed, utterly unruffled. This disparity wasn’t due to Lin Mi’s weakness—in fact, Cold Night Feather admired the girl’s stubborn spirit. Though she’d suppressed her physical prowess and powers to match Lin Mi’s level, her monstrous constitution remained intact. If Cold Night Feather were panting and sweating now, that would be the real anomaly.

“How about it? Still want to fight?” Cold Night Feather asked with a smile, watching Lin Mi sway unsteadily, on the verge of collapse.

Lin Mi assessed her drained body and depleted energy source. She shook her head slightly. Merely standing consumed her last reserves; she lacked even the strength to speak. With a trembling left hand, she tapped her smart wristband, then crumpled forward. Cold Night Feather stepped in and caught her.

The lanky teacher sighed in relief upon receiving Lin Mi’s surrender signal. He cleared his throat and announced loudly, “Match between students Cold Night Feather and Lin Mi! Cold Night Feather wins!” He deactivated the arena’s force field generators. Cold Night Feather supported Lin Mi as they walked toward Bai Xin and the others.

The onlookers split into two groups, buzzing about the duel.

One cluster debated rationally:

“Wow! They were incredible. First time I’ve seen Lin Mi go all out, yet she still lost completely!”

“Yeah, that white-haired girl, Cold Night Feather—her combat instincts are insane, and she controls her powers with surgical precision.”

“But her stamina… endless. Not a single gasp or blush the whole time, always so composed. She looks so delicate too…”

“What even is her ability? I couldn’t make sense of it!”

The other group spiraled into fervor:

“Oh! Cold Night Feather-sama’s elegance is divine!” gushed a chubby, bespectacled boy, face flushed. His uniform plastered with anime girl doodles marked him as a hardcore otaku. His jiggling body writhed with excitement.

No one mocked him—they were all entranced.

“Whoa! Cold Night Feather-sama’s legs! So long and perfect! I crave her trampling insults!”

“Hehehe, her chest and hips—so lush and firm!”

“Ughhh! I’d train Cold Night Feather-sama to be my obedient pet… hehehe!”

“This pervert’s disrespecting Cold Night Feather-sama! Bros, mob him!”

Truly vibrant youth.

Suddenly, the otaku bellowed, jolting everyone—including those pummeling a skinny boy who’d fantasized about “doing” Cold Night Feather, and the ability-discussion group. Before questions arose, he shoved up his glasses. His squinted eyes flashed with golden light. “Hey! You all adore Cold Night Feather-sama too, right?”

The boys blushed. A tall, golden-haired beauty nodded fiercely. “Absolutely! Cold Night Feather-sama’s beauty and strength have stolen my heart!” Others echoed, even the beaten boy scrambling up to agree.

The otaku beamed. “We’re unworthy of Cold Night Feather-sama! But we can form a silent fan club to support her! What say you?”

Cheers erupted. “Brilliant!”

He raised his hands like a cult leader. “Long live Cold Night Feather-sama!”

The frenzied students—patients, I mean—joined the chant. Strange cries mixed in: “If true love has a color, it’s white!”

A blue-haired boy then hoisted a high-end DSLR. “I’ve got HD shots of Cold Night Feather-sama! Freshly taken!”

The crowd surged. The otaku waved his pudgy hand. “Silence! We’ll develop these—everyone gets a copy!”

“President’s wise!” they roared, swarming after him out of the arena. The rational students gaped, dumbfounded, wondering if they’d just witnessed a bizarre cult’s birth.

Unbeknownst to Cold Night Feather, she’d gained a peculiar fan club. Though it likely meant little to her.

Shifting from the photo-rushing fans, Cold Night Feather’s group now stood in the school’s girls’ bathroom—not for facilities, but healing. Cold Night Feather hadn’t held back; Lin Mi’s internal injuries were severe. The infirmary was an option, but inconvenient. Modern medicine could fix her, yet bed rest would follow. Since Bai Xin had chickened out post-fight, Cold Night Feather chose this empty restroom.

“There! All done!” Cold Night Feather clapped her hands.

Lin Mi flexed her limbs. Under Bai Xin’s wide-eyed stare, she asked, “Huh? Fully healed? I even feel better than before. How?”

Bai Xin bounced over. “Huh?! Like in anime—a master infused energy to boost your strength?”

Cold Night Feather chuckled. “I’m no healing expert, just dabbled in basics. I flooded you with extra energy—quality and quantity—to patch up a little thing like you. Feeling stronger? My energy briefly stimulated yours. Won’t last. Hey, isn’t class starting soon?”

The girls checked their watches. Wang Lin yelped, “Ten minutes left! Field, now!” She bolted out first.

Cold Night Feather smiled, following at a pace that felt sluggish to her.