After dinner, Qiu Li'er happily bathed with her roommates again. Just like that, the day’s troubles faded away.

That night, no retaliation came—Qiu Li'er kept the low profile she knew she should. But barely had they lain down when Yuenina tightly wrapped her arms around Qiu Li'er’s slender waist, while Nan Shi went further, both hands landing squarely on her chest.

Hmm… Though slightly uneasy with the unfamiliar sensations, Qiu Li'er didn’t stop them. She let out a soft whimper and drifted into deep sleep nestled between them.

Zzzzz…

The next morning, Qiu Li'er decided to change outfits. The school uniform was far too impractical for combat—the skirt too short, easily lifted by wind mid-swing.

Besides, nearly the whole academy now recognized her old look. For safety, a full change was wise.

“I only have this black robe,” Yuenina said, holding it up against Qiu Li'er. “A bit large, but we can cinch the waist with a belt.”

“The hood hides your ears, and your tail tucks neatly underneath,” Nan Shi added. “Just keep it from wagging excitedly, and no one’ll suspect a thing.”

Following their advice, Qiu Li'er slipped into the robe, fastened the belt, and hopped twice. Not bad at all.

Most importantly, her “absolute territory” was safely covered—a huge relief. She’d never liked the feel of stockings with exposed skin.

Hmm… Maybe pantyhose from now on? Yuenina wore them too.

“Wait… this spot seems too loose?”

Nan Shi poked Qiu Li'er’s stomach. Thanks to her ample chest and tightly cinched waist, a distinct triangular gap formed—impossible to miss from the side.

“Well, I can’t help that…” Qiu Li'er swayed her tail slightly, making the robe’s hem ripple.

Yuenina sighed. “That’s why this robe doesn’t suit you two—especially someone with… generous proportions.”

Nan Shi straightened proudly and gave a deliberate jiggle. “Bigger’s better! When sleeping, I’d never settle for anything small.”

Yuenina’s cheeks flushed. “You shameless heifer…”

“Alright, alright—breakfast time,” Qiu Li'er cut in helplessly. “Drink plenty of milk in the morning to… grow.”

True to form, Yuenina sulkily chugged three bottles of milk. Qiu Li'er felt a twinge of guilt, even subtly pressing her own chest flatter while walking.

*Sigh… Maybe I’ll just massage them more later.*

On the way, whispers about yesterday’s match drifted by—but no one focused on her. All talk centered on Fischer.

Occasionally, armored boys marched past shouting, “Down with the fox clan!”, “My Fischer!”, “Demand a rematch!”—drawing crowds away from her.

“A loss is a loss. What’s with this ‘rematch’ nonsense? Aren’t these fans embarrassed?” Nan Shi scoffed. “All fame, zero skill.”

“By the way,” Yuenina asked, “what *exactly* did Fischer say to you yesterday?”

“She added my QQ number, wanted a rematch someday… Oh! I almost forgot.” Qiu Li'er tugged their skirts and whispered, “She also said she wants to move in with us.”

“Absolutely not!” they chorused.

“Well… I thought it wasn’t ideal either…”

“Not *ideal*? The moment I smell that Holy Radiance on her, I feel sick,” Nan Shi grimaced.

Yuenina crossed her arms. “Non-negotiable. You’ve got us. That knight would only get in my way.”

They’d never allow Fischer in. It wasn’t just the Holy Radiance—if a third pair of eyes entered the dorm, how could they cozy up with their Little Fox?

Meals, baths, bedtime… precious moments to deepen their bond. What business did an outsider have barging in?

Qiu Li'er nodded. “I’ll message her.”

Passing the academy gates, they reached yesterday’s queue spot. Today’s crowd had shrunk to a quarter. Only diligent students remained.

(Well… except Qiu Li'er.)

“Teacher Xi isn’t here today,” Qiu Li'er murmured, gazing ahead.

Task complete. She’d take the rest of the matches lightly.

Unlike yesterday, today’s arena was a vast white ice plain. Her black ankle boots trembled slightly on the frozen ground.

“Ugh…” She exhaled a puff of white vapor. “Why’s this map so freezing?”

Wrapped only in the thin robe over a shirt and ultra-short shorts—no extra layers—she’d drawn the coldest map imaginable.

“Hah… Whatever. Cold’s good. Call it training for my ‘shivering sword technique’.”

Just as she straightened up, a voice rang out: “So *you’re* the sly fox spirit who ambushed Fischer!”

A silver-armored figure stood nearby, staff raised. A fireball the size of a human head glowed at its tip.

Qiu Li'er flinched—*Did Fischer really come for a rematch?*

But heavy armor *and* a staff? A melee mage who swings spells like clubs?

“You know me?” she asked, stunned.

“Of course! I saw everything from the hallway last night!” the figure snarled. “Fischer and I are roommates! She *always* returns on time—but yesterday? She carried *you*, this fox spirit, into the grove!”

“N-no! Nothing happened between us!” Qiu Li'er waved frantically.

“Don’t deny it! I’ve pieced it all together!”

“Morning: you seduced her to win. Night: you lured her into the grove. Two girls alone for an hour—you know what happened!”

“No, I—”

“But worst of all… Fischer, who *never* abandons comrades… told me she wants to switch dorms!” The armored figure trembled, fireball primed. “What did you *do* to her last night?!”

Qiu Li'er froze. Her thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind.

*So the misunderstanding… had grown this big?*