What just happened? Why did Teacher Ye suddenly say those things to me? My heart fluttered with a trace of panic. Σ( ° △ °|||)︴
I wanted to ask why she’d say such things, but her icy, "don’t bother me" expression stopped me cold.
Another frosty person. Ugh, I don’t even wanna deal with her! QAQ
Stepping out of the classroom, snow-white Moonheart Flowers stretched from the Jinghui Building’s walls. Their layered petals clustered on tender stems like motionless butterflies mid-flight.
Their faint fragrance carried me back to my sister’s home.
Sister Qingmiao lived in a villa with a private garden. Nearly every flower bloomed there—showy roses and peonies, wound-healing Revival Blossoms, even Mindspirit Grass to speed up mana flow. Each had its own dedicated patch.
She’d once whispered about a hidden "Hidden Realm" just for rare herbs. I’d never seen it though.
Someday I’d visit… I couldn’t wait.
Bag in hand, I skipped down the stairs. At the turn, I glanced at the monitoring "Runic Spell" still active in the corner.
Mana stable. No demonic fluctuations. All normal.
No target detected. Not surprising. Dad always said patience was a Demon Hunter’s closest companion.
Since it wasn’t noon yet, the stairwell was empty. Reaching the second floor, the corridor lay deserted too. Classroom doors were shut tight, but thankfully, not all curtains were drawn. I crept to Class 134’s window and peeked inside.
Xialin’s class looked just like ours—only a dozen students grinding at their desks. But Xialin wasn’t among them. She must’ve finished early.
"Ugh." Disappointment pricked my chest. Guess I’d eat lunch alone today.
So lonely… (｡í _ ì｡)
I freed one hand to tuck stray hair behind my ear. As I turned to leave, my fingers brushed something soft around my neck.
*Huh?* Since when was I wearing this?
I looked down. A collar—strangely familiar yet utterly foreign—rested quietly against my skin. Only now did its mana-warmed glow seep into my neck, spreading warmth.
"Ahh!" I clapped a hand over my mouth, stifling a yelp. Frantically, I yanked my shirt collar up. It couldn’t fully hide this shame-inducing thing, but every millimeter helped!
"Wahhh, Thousand Feather Sister is so mean!" I gritted my pearly teeth. She’d told me this morning to meet her at the Student Council at noon… and I’d totally forgotten.
This was her reminder. But if anyone saw it… what would happen to me?! So embarrassing! (#／。＼#)
The collar’s soft warmth hugged my neck. My eyes darted everywhere. Cheeks burned. That paranoid feeling prickled—like invisible eyes watched my every move.
Why… why did a tiny thrill spark beneath the shame?
Do I have a hidden masochistic streak? Terrifying…
I ducked my head, hiding behind my collar, and hurried down the stairs. I fled the academic buildings without a backward glance—not even at the beloved Jinghui Building.
I couldn’t risk waiting. If someone spotted this… I’d be ruined! ┗( T﹏T )┛
Thousand Feather Sister had already shown me the route to the Student Council office this morning. Small mercies.
I hunched lower, tugging my collar higher to shield that humiliating band. This path of shame—I’d never forget it…
*Wahhh, Thousand Feather Sister, if you don’t make this up to me, I’ll never forgive you!*
Ignoring the burning stares of passing students, I marched to the Student Council building. At the entrance, an older girl sat scribbling at a desk. I froze.
*Do I call her "classmate"… or "senpai"?* _(°ω°」∠)_
