Miss Riddler just wants to level up in peace.

Theresa tasted it, but Ziyao shook her head in denial.

She asked Rita to prepare a sugar cube and handed it to Theresa.

"Wait, don't let them in!"

The girl retreated repeatedly, like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Bitter and sweet are completely opposite taste experiences.

Combining the two is no less than giving Italians a spicy durian and pineapple pizza, or making Chinese people confront the fear of boiled bread.

For fundamentalists, it has maximum destructive power.

"Don't worry, I have two more cups. Shall we give it a try?"

Just like adding sugar when cooking, people who don't know how to cook and don't like sweet things will find it strange.

In fact, adding a moderate amount of sugar can enhance the flavor of food without ruining its original taste.

With a skeptical attitude, Theresa took a small bite.

The next moment, her expression instantly brightened.

"Drink it well!"

The bitterness was not diluted; instead, it became thicker and had an extra mellow aftertaste (bitterness).

This taste is far superior to any bitter melon juice she has ever drunk!

"How did you know about this method of adjustment? Are there any more?!"

Theresa's eyes lit up as she begged for the two cups, and she finally got them.

"Miss Nightingale is very good at winning girls' hearts."

Rita chuckled softly, a hint of helplessness creeping into her gaze as she looked at Theresa.

“I have a serious doubt that she might be kidnapped. If that happens, Otto will have a lot of headaches.”

After a long day of travel, Ziyao returned to her room to rest.

When I changed my clothes, I found that the shower was broken.

Unfortunately, we had no choice but to use the Valkyries' bathroom, but luckily there were very few people at this time.

It's more like a public bathhouse than a bathroom, but with a few unique features.

This area is divided into twelve zones in total.

Each area has a separate bathroom cubicle, which can accommodate up to three people showering together.

Truly, it is a destiny bestowed upon them by their large family and great fortune.

After putting small items like keys into the storage basket, Ziyao took off her clothes one by one.

Turn on the showerhead, and hot water cascades down.

A pale white mist filled the entire bathroom.

What kind of genius would think of embedding a mirror in the bathroom?

Looking at the mirror surface blurred by the water mist, Ziyao's mind conjured up the image of Theresa.

"Click—"

The bathroom door suddenly turned.

Ziyao wasn't flustered. "They must be students. Why are they taking a shower so late?"

The fog was so thick that it was impossible to see anything clearly.

Despite saying that, Ziyao still wrapped herself in a bath towel.

Outside.

Mei, having finished a day of training, planned to take a good shower.

Her final score broke her record, proving that her hard work had finally paid off.

The class monitor, the headmaster, and that mysterious Miss Nightingale...

When will I be as strong as them?

Inside the storage basket is a teacher's identification card.

Mei didn't pay much attention and went into the bathroom to change her clothes.

"Splash..."

The sound of flowing water was soft and gentle.

A dark-haired girl, who appeared to be about the same age as her, was sitting in the bathroom.

She held a comb in her hand and slowly styled her hair.

"Sorry, I didn't notice anyone here."

"No...it's alright, this is a public bathroom, please make yourself at home."

Upon hearing the sound, the usually composed Ziyao almost lost her composure.

Why did it have to be at this time...?

Still Mei...

They were completely honest with each other, without any pretense.

It would be terrible if my identity were exposed.

The mist provided excellent cover, preventing Mei from seeing Ziyao's face clearly.

"That voice sounds familiar, who are you...?"

There weren't many students at St. Freya, and Mei could sense that Ziyao was a stranger to her.

"The new teacher will officially start work tomorrow."

Ziyao lowered her voice and explained that she wanted to move to a smaller cubicle to shower.

Only after Ziyao reminded her did Mei realize that she seemed to have seen the teacher's badge.

"That's strange, the exhaust fan was working fine yesterday."

Seeing that the bathroom was filled with thick steam, making it impossible to see the girl's face clearly, Mei wanted to turn on the fan to ventilate the room.

As a result, the exhaust fan unfortunately jammed and became unusable.

“…”

Ziyao breathed a sigh of relief, thinking she was about to be exposed.

"Mei, so you take a bath here."

Suddenly, a lively voice came from outside the door; it was Kiana, the Paramecium.

Mei can't be found in the dorm, and she's not at the training ground either.

Upon hearing from Bronya that Mei was here, Kiana immediately ran over.

The level of enthusiasm was no less than usual.

"Kiana? Didn't you already shower?"

Mei used to be a rich girl and wasn't used to bathing with others.

Just as they were about to enter the cubicle, Kiana burst into the bathroom carrying a bath towel.

"Wow, such thick mist, mmm... it smells so good, it's all Mei's scent."

"Idiot, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Let me find the switch... Hey, why isn't it working?"

Kiana tried several times, but the ventilation fan wouldn't budge.

The girl changed her approach and punched the board with all her might that had the wires buried underneath.

A few seconds later, the fan miraculously started spinning.

This is bad news for Ziyao, the person involved.

Moisten it.

Before she could be discovered, Ziyao picked up a comb, ready to make a quick getaway.

Unexpectedly, the worst-case scenario occurred—

"Night, nightingale...?"

Mei looked at Ziyao, who was clutching the bath towel tightly, in surprise. She never expected that they would meet again in this way.

"Hi...."

Ziyao gave a stiff reply.

It's over.

Image: "Mei", Location: "Images/1656564853-100324062-108976964.jpg"

Volume 1: Chapter 25 Teacher Nightingale, I will take responsibility for you.

"Ouch...it hurts."

Mei grabbed her wrist, her clear eyes reflecting Ziyao's image.

Mei's heart suddenly clenched, and she didn't know why she was doing this.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why..."

She came to her senses and released Ziyao's reddened wrist.

Having practiced swordsmanship for many years, her hand strength is considerable.

"It's okay, I understand..."

awkward.