Lin Ye and the F Class students waited anxiously. Unable to contain himself, Lin Ye blurted out, "I’m going to check!" before dashing toward the forest.
But halfway there, he spotted the two figures. Ling Ling’s face was grim, while Nan Ling wore a smug grin. Lin Ye froze at the sight.
"What happened?" Lin Ye asked.
"Nothing. Let’s train," Ling Ling replied tersely. *Damn, that fox spirit can fight! Didn’t lose, but it’s so damn frustrating!*
"Oh? Really?" I scratched my head.
Unseen by Lin Ye’s group, a band of men in black trench coats approached the school. Their scar-faced leader pointed at a notice. "Five days from now, D Class and F Class clash here. The headmaster—the only one who could stop us—is gone. Perfect timing. Arm up, boys. We’re taking Lin Feng Academy by force."
"Yes, Big Brother Yue!" A sleazy fat man leered. "Haven’t tasted a pretty girl in ages. Heard this place is packed with all kinds of beauties! My boys are already itching—"
*Smack!* Yue slapped him hard. "You idiot! We’re here for money. Snatch a few nobles’ kids, squeeze their families."
"And gambling!" the fat man chirped innocently. Another slap followed.
Back with Lin Ye’s group—
"Alright, training time!" Ling Ling announced. "First—do you even know what Intermediate Magic is?"
Li Tianming stood, adjusting his glasses with an air of superiority. "Intermediate Magicians are ranked as Mo Zhe, Mo Shi, Mo Ling, and Du Ling. Unlike beginners, their spells cover wide areas with devastating power. At Mo Ling stage, they can enhance their own attributes. The core difference between—"
"Whoa, whoa! Enough!" Ling Ling cut him off. "Like Four-Eyes said—take my Ice Spikes. One cast shatters your little ice balls. Here’s our edge: in the forest training ground, Intermediate spells lose range. Trees block everything. Most D Class are just Mo Zhe—they can only spam area attacks. We’ll use hit-and-run tactics to dizzy them, then pick them off."
"Here’s the plan," she declared. "Everyone but Yeer hides in the jungle. I’ll take you all on alone."
"Why’s Lin Ye exempt?" an F Class student asked.
Ling Ling leaned in, voice teasing yet chilling. "Why do *you* think, little brother?"
"Ah, who knows? Haha..." Lin Ye sweated coldly. *She’s still mad about me laughing when she tripped in the jungle last time!*
"Three minutes to get ready," Ling Ling barked. "I won’t hold back once I’m in there."
"Move! If the president hits us, we’re dead—but damn, I’d love to be spanked by her!" Ouyang Chen whined, half-panicked, half-dreamy.
"Gotta figure out how to kill this old hag," Nan Ling hissed.
"Tactics are key," Li Tianming murmured, polishing his glasses.
"Yeer~" Ling Ling purred, licking her lips. "Come here. Lie on my lap."
"N-no! I’ll train over there—" Lin Ye tried to bolt, but Ling Ling yanked him down, pinning him. Her hot breath brushed his ear. "Didn’t you promise to repay me? Your body’ll do." She bit his earlobe, grinding the warm flesh between her teeth.
"HEEEELP!" Lin Ye shrieked.
Three minutes later, a disheveled Lin Ye sat sobbing nearby, muttering "beast..." Ling Ling stretched contentedly. "Kissed my fill, touched my fill. Yeer’s flavor is divine~ Time to work."
She activated her secondary Wind Magic—*Wind Stride*—and vanished into the forest depths, leaving Lin Ye weeping alone.
