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St. Freya Academy.

Kiana, who was daydreaming in class, was startled when she saw a figure walking in front of her, and her thoughts returned from the sky.

Looking towards the classroom door.

"Class monitor? Isn't it class time now? What is she doing outside?"

Fu Hua walked outside slowly and soon disappeared from Kiana's sight.

Glancing at the current time, the teacher spitting at the podium, and the Valkyries who were either studying hard or slacking off, Kiana was sure that it was time for class.

"Stupid Kiana." Bronya next to her complained in a low voice. It was obvious that this guy was distracted and did not listen to the class seriously.

"Student Fu Hua just received a message from the principal. I guess there is something he needs to discuss."

Mei Raiden explains to the confused Kiana what had just happened.

Theresa was surprised that the Valkyrie didn't come looking for Fu Hua during class time.

After all, she is one of the only two A-level Valkyries in St. Freya Academy.

Oh no, it seems to be Wei San.

Jizi, Wendy, and Fu Hua, these three are currently A-level Valkyries of Saint Freya.

As a strong senior, it was normal for Theresa to call him over to discuss matters.

On the contrary, if Fu Hua is always treated as an ordinary student, it will be considered abnormal in the eyes of the Valkyries.

"Aunt aunt is looking for the class monitor?" The name Haiyuan City suddenly popped up in Kiana's mind.

Could it be that not long after Lin Mao left, Theresa had already obtained information about Haiyuan City, so she called Fu Hua over and asked her to be in charge of the investigation of Haiyuan City?

Mei Raiden nodded, noticed the gaze cast at her from the podium, and immediately sat up straight and stopped talking.

The same goes for Bronya.

Only Kiana was still swaying from side to side, wondering what Theresa wanted to talk to Fu Hua about.

……

"Friendly reminder, my great sword."

star:"……"

After a long silence, Xing looked towards March 7 without any expression, and turned around decisively, "Forget it, I don't want the gift."

She was prepared to play rogue. Even if she couldn't completely avoid the responsibility, at least she would postpone the matter for a while.

It would be best to drag it into Pinocchio. Getting beaten in a dream is nothing.

Unfortunately, things did not develop as she wished.

San Yueqi, who had returned from putting the doll back in the room, heard the noise and cast a curious look, "Big sword? What big sword? Is it the one Lin Mao used?"

"Well, to put it simply, Xing asked me to borrow her great sword to play with, in exchange for something."

Lin Mao looked at Xing with a half-smile, then looked at San Yue Qi as if he was looking at a commodity.

"!"

Such a strange look made San Yue Qi, who was originally curious, feel a chill. He put his hands on his chest and looked at Lin Mao and Xing vigilantly.

Unlike Lin Mao's half-smile, when Xing glanced at San Yueqi, she seemed a little guilty and her eyes unconsciously moved away.

Try your best to avoid eye contact with March 7th.

March 7 seemed to have some guesses about the two people's completely different reactions.

"You guys wouldn't..." San Yue Qi said in shock, "You're not going to sell me out?!"

"If you mean sold to slave traders... my answer is no."

"That's right." Xing nodded quickly, "No matter how cruel Lin Mao is, he would never do such a thing. You can rest assured about that."

"Rest assured? How can I be assured?"

Judging from the look in your eyes just now, even if Jing Yuan came, he wouldn't be able to feel at ease!

San Yueqi gnashed her teeth lightly, a fierce look flashed in her eyes, "You two better tell me the truth, what on earth did you do behind my back?!"

"Well, I didn't do anything."

Xingyi opened his eyes and said.

"Look into my eyes and say it again! What did you do behind my back?!"

"I said it, I said it!"

Unable to bear the pressure, Xing said: "I just want you to be Lin Mao's maid for a while."

"impossible!"

After hearing this, San Yueqi decisively refused.

Being someone's maid may seem interesting to outsiders, but that's because those people are not involved.

Let them be someone's maid instead and see if they still find it funny.

The image of myself wearing a maid outfit and standing next to Lin Mao unconsciously emerged in my mind.

A hint of red suddenly appeared on both sides of her face.

This is not shyness, but simple embarrassment and shame.

She felt like tapping her toes on the floor just thinking about it.

If I really do what Xing says... No, no, no, how can I possibly do what Xing says?!

She was the one who promised Lin Mao, what does it have to do with me, March 7th? !

Her name is not March Seven! She can't make decisions for me!

San Yue Qi looked at Lin Mao with a serious face, "According to the Human Rights Act, others cannot make decisions for me without my knowledge, so being a maid for a period of time is invalid!"

"That makes some sense." Lin Mao nodded in agreement.

Huh~ Doesn't this mean that I don't have to pay any compensation, which is equivalent to getting Lin Mao for free?

It’s quite exciting just thinking about it.

Just when a smile appeared on Xing's face, Lin Mao changed the subject and hit her head off.

"Then let's change it. Since Xing can't make decisions on behalf of Miss March Seven, let's change Miss March Seven's previous job as a maid to Xing being a maid."

Lin Mao spoke very naturally, without any disappointment in his tone, as if this was his original intention.

"Lin Mao from the ditch! Are you waiting for me here?"

Xing jumped up and aimed a punch at his knee, but missed.

As smart as she was, she had already guessed Lin Mao's plan and realized that she had fallen into a trap.

If Lin Mao wanted to be with her as a maid at the cost of her being one, it would be one thing for Xing Tong to disagree, but if it was at the cost of having San Yue Qi as a maid, then Xing would definitely agree.

After all, it has nothing to do with him. At most he will be beaten up by March Seven, but this is a small matter for Xing, who has thick skin and flesh.

But she never expected that Lin Mao would come and replace the original with the original.

She agreed to the price, but since she couldn't represent March 7, she could only represent herself, so she let her be the maid.

"It's great that you figured it out."

Lin Mao smiled.

He took out the things he had prepared for a long time.

"You want a gift, don't you? Well, this is for you as a gift. I'm sure you'll like it."

Looking at the maid outfit in Lin Mao's hand, Xing's face darkened, "Even if I die! I will jump down from here! I will not accept your maid outfit!"

"Bring it!"

The stars were not harvested, but they were harvested on March 7th.

She slowly walked towards Xing with the maid outfit in hand, a bright smile on her face, "Come on Xing, I know you can't wear complicated clothes, let me help you."

"..."