Boom!

A scorching wave of heat washed over her. In a flash of steel, Qiu Li'er cleaved the fireball in two. It detonated far behind, carving two steaming craters into the ice that quickly began to melt.

“Hah-choo! So cold…”

Qiu Li'er sheathed her blade, reset into a ready stance, and locked eyes on the silver-armored warrior nearby.

“Heh. Didn’t expect a fox like you to pack such a punch,” the warrior sneered. “Guess you haven’t been wasting all your energy on lewd stuff.”

Qiu Li'er’s eyelid twitched. “I’ve said it—I’m not that kind of person.”

“If you’re so pure, how’d you seduce Fischer yesterday?” The warrior puffed her chest with a loud *clank*. “People like me—who train hard and channel every nutrient properly into our limbs—are the symbol of true health! You? A big-chested, brainless fat fox? Pure crooked path!”

“F-Fat fox?!” Qiu Li'er’s eyebrows shot up. Her tail fur bristled with fury.

Since reincarnation, no one had ever called her *fat*. For any girl, that word was unbearable.

Sure, big breasts weren’t exactly a badge of pride—but this flat-chested iron-plated show-off actually *bragged* about her board-like chest?

Unbearable. Truly unbearable. Qiu Li'er couldn’t stand a flat-chested loser lecturing a well-endowed girl.

“You flat-chested loser—you’re the crooked path!” She clenched her fists, voice sharp. “Fine. Yes, I *did* seduce Fischer last night. So what?”

“So I’ll defeat you here!” The warrior raised her staff. “Defeat you—the useless fat fox whose only asset is her chest!”

“And beating me wins Fischer back?”

“Of course! Strength rules this academy—”

“Dream on!”

Qiu Li'er’s gaze hardened. “Think your hoped-for future is real? Wrong. After I ‘lose’ to you? She’ll comfort me more… pity me more… then coldly abandon your entire dorm. Move in with me. Sleep in my bed.”

“What?! Th-That’s impossible!” The warrior paled, trembling. “Y-You’re just a fat fox! Where’s this confidence coming from?!”

“Because I’ve got big breasts~”

Mimicking the warrior’s boastful gesture, Qiu Li'er patted her chest. No metallic *clank*—just a soft, wavy jiggle.

“Big-chested girls attract each other. Even if I lose today, you win nothing. You’ll just watch Fischer climb into my bed… and cuddle me to sleep.”

“No… impossible!” Clutching her head, the warrior wailed, “It’s all lies! Just your fantasy!”

“No. If I will it, it *will* happen. And your only reason for failure is…” Qiu Li'er flipped a downward thumb. “You’re flat-chested.”

…

“Aaah~ choo~”

Nan Shi yawned widely, ambling out of the teleportation gate. “Too busy petting Little Fox last night… didn’t sleep well… Huh? Little Fox, you’re already done?”

Qiu Li'er stood waiting outside, fox ears twitching under her hood. “Mm. My opponent was Fischer’s roommate. Her mental resilience… isn’t great.”

*Understatement.* After Qiu Li'er’s verbal volley, the warrior froze, sobbed, then surrendered. Pathetic pressure tolerance.

If you taunt others, brace for payback. Sigh. Kids these days need serious online resilience training.

Well… surrender saved her from freezing. Everyone knows girls hate the cold—that’s why we sleep together!

Soon, Yuenina emerged, grumbling, “Less nighttime messing around. I’m too tired—I even misfired my fireball.”

*A bed’s for sleeping. Not handsy business.*

Qiu Li'er huffed, “You hugged me first last night.”

“Mmph!” Yuenina’s cheeks flushed. “Okay, I started it… but *you* got way too handsy! Your hands kept sliding down—”

“Huh? I didn’t touch you,” Qiu Li'er blinked. “Must’ve been Nan Shi.”

Nan Shi grinned. “Can’t help it~ When little Yuenina sleeps fully clothed… unwrapping her is irresistible.”

Yuenina shot her a glare. “Do you think everyone’s as shameless as you?!”

Nan Shi: zero shame. Yuenina: too much shame. Qiu Li'er? She’d never do indecent things to roommates. Bad habits ruin sleep. Cuddling’s only comfy *while* sleeping.

…

Two matches remained this week—halftime for the Magic-Martial Tournament. The rest resumed next week.

Smiling at the coming break, Qiu Li'er stepped into the gate… and got unexpected news:

*Bye.*

With 125 students left, one random slot stayed empty. She was the lucky one.

“Victory without fighting is the greatest victory.”

Lounging on a plaza bench, she gazed at the sky, waiting.

A voice chimed beside her: “Huh? Classmate… was your opponent weak too?”

A pure-faced girl in uniform had appeared, poking gently upward—*tap*—right on Qiu Li'er’s hood-hidden ears.

“Eep! Don’t scare me!” Qiu Li'er smoothed her ears down. “I got a bye.”

“Oh~” The girl’s eyes widened. “So lucky!”

“Meh. Average luck,” Qiu Li'er murmured. *Reincarnating after death is the real luck.*

Wait—“weak opponent”? Did she *win* already? The match barely started a minute ago…

“Whoa! You use a sword?” The girl tapped Qiu Li'er’s hilt. “I know a swordswoman who soloed an adult dragon! You must be amazing too! What’s your name?”

“Qiu Li'er.”

*How can I compare to a dragon-slayer?* She felt shy.

The girl smiled warmly. “I’m Xiao Shi~ Now we’re friends, Qiu Li'er-classmate.”

Studying the girl’s gentle face, Qiu Li'er’s tail swayed slightly. An aura of… *purity*. Innocent. Untainted.

She liked her. Not mischievous like Xi Xi, rigid like Fischer, or lewd like Nan Shi. Only flaw? As flat as Yuenina.

Xiao Shi tugged her robe softly. “Qiu Li'er-classmate… can you do me a tiny favor?”

“What is it?” Qiu Li'er softened her tone. “If I can, I will.”

“You’re so kind~” Xiao Shi blinked sweetly. Her hand drifted unconsciously to Qiu Li'er’s thigh, giving a light squeeze.

“Can I see your panties? I’m curious… what color are they?”