Having the genes of a demon king, I never intended to be a kept man.

Xia Xiyao was in a very depressed mood today, and she lay on her desk in the academy without any energy.

Gao Shenxue quietly sat down next to her.

The students in the classroom were almost all present, only seventeen in total. This was the number of students in the War Academy's Prodigy Class. They were all the top geniuses in the Southern Territory, and each of them came from a distinguished noble family (it is very difficult for super geniuses to emerge from commoners, since extraordinary genes are inherited through bloodlines).

Gao Shenxue asked, "What's wrong?"

Xia Xiyao pouted and asked, "Xue'er, don't you feel sad?"

Gao Shenxue asked, "Why are you sad?"

Xia Xiyao grumbled, "Now that Ye Ge has a Tian Ding Ren, won't she definitely have less time to play with us?"

Gao Shenxue thought to herself that she didn't care.

Anyway, she'll ask to join later.

Xia Xiyao rested her chin on the table, looking sad, and said, "I've heard Dad say before that in royal marriages, the younger generation are sacrifices made for the family's interests... Waaah, I feel so sorry for Xiaoye. He'll be forced to play with a complete stranger every day. Maybe that princess is ugly, has a bad personality, is willful and capricious, and will bully Xiaoye, not giving him food or water. Maybe she'll even force him to wash her feet and feed her... Maybe she'll even be violent, tying him to the ground and stomping on his head... Ahhhhh! Just thinking about it makes me feel so miserable!"

Xia Xiyao sat up and grabbed Gao Shenxue's hand, anxiously saying, "Xue'er, what should we do? Is there any way to save our little childhood sweetheart?"

Gao Shenxue blinked gently: "I think that people like Xiaoye are usually the ones who bully others."

Xia Xiyao: "But..."

Knock knock knock!

An elderly scholar in a grey-white robe slammed his teaching board on the podium, his face stern, and said in a cold voice, "Xia Xiyao, repeat what I just said: What is the significance of building the Great Wall for the human race?"

"Ah..." Xia Xiyao jumped up in surprise, stammering, "This..."

Gao Shenxue whispered from the side, "Page 64, lines 3 to 16 of the book."

Upon hearing this, Xia Xiyao quickly picked up her book: "Hmm... The Great Wall, stretching for millions of miles, is an important defensive line for our human race against all kinds of enemies. It is the crystallization of our human civilization's wisdom..."

Gao Shenxue turned her head, her clear eyes gazing out the classroom window.

Outside the window, on a lush green tree, three brightly colored butterflies are fluttering around a small flower on a branch.

Just then, footsteps echoed down the corridor.

The classroom door was pushed open, and a tall man with scars on his face led a girl into the classroom.

The girl was none other than the ninth princess of the empire—Long Ying.

"The principal has given instructions that Princess Longying will return to the Prodigy Class for further study."

Scarface (the instructor of the protagonist during the academy's assessment) spoke to the old man who was giving the lesson.

"I never expected that Princess Longying would return to the academy. Haha, welcome, welcome..." The old man's smile made his wrinkles crease.

The students in the class were already whispering amongst themselves. Long Ying stood on the stage and bowed slightly to the students politely, her expression calm and composed: "I am Long Ying."

Xia Xiyao was surprised. She had just been discussing Prince Longying with Xue'er when he actually appeared in front of them and became their classmate!

and......

This dragon tassel is actually so beautiful!

This ninth princess was clearly not only beautiful, but more importantly, she possessed an elegant and noble temperament. Her beautiful eyes revealed a composure and calmness beyond her years, and every gesture she made was full of royal grace, as if she had stepped out of an ancient painting.

Xia Xiyao felt deeply hurt from their very first meeting...

After she sat down in a daze, Gao Shenxue calmly asked her from the side, "Now you should be relieved, right? At least you shouldn't be ugly."

Xia Xiyao: "......"

"Well... being pretty doesn't necessarily mean she has a good personality..."

Xia Xiyao stammered again.

Long Ying's gaze quickly swept across the entire classroom.

Night Song is not here.

He was the principal's personal student; aside from public lectures, he probably received private tutoring from the principal...

Long Ying thought to herself.

......

The principal's bedroom.

Lan Mi's bedroom is no less luxurious than the palace of the Empress of the Empire.

This was my first time here before Night Song.

The dormitory walls are covered with thick magic stones as wall tiles. It is said that this room was designed and built by the empire's best mechanics. These magic stones on the walls are connected to the most advanced magical technology device of the human race, which converts and transmits spiritual energy into the room 24 hours a day, just like the heating system on Earth in my previous life.

Therefore, the concentration of spiritual energy in this bedroom is almost 3-4 times that of the outside world. Sitting here to cultivate for a day is also almost 3-4 times more efficient than outside.

Ye Ge sat cross-legged on the dragon skin rug on the ground, cultivating quietly.

Lan Mi, meanwhile, lay on her side on the bed next to her, one hand lazily supporting her cheek, reading a book in a very comfortable position.

Ye Ge opened her eyes at this moment: "Teacher."

"Hmm?" Lan Mi turned her head, looking at him with a gentle smile in her eyes: "What's wrong, my little Yege? Is there something you don't understand?" (Picture)

Night Song said, "You are the principal of the War Academy, so have you ever led troops to the battlefield of all races before?"

"Hehe, of course." Lan Mi twirled her hair with her fingers. "But that was a long, long time ago."

"That's why you said in your last public lecture, let us experience real war."

"Yes."

Lan Mi smiled: "Speaking of which, I don't think I've asked you yet what you went through when you fought your opponent in the illusion."

"Can't you see it?"

“I can choose to see it, but that would require a hundred times more mental effort than the original illusion.”

Ye Ge nodded, and just as he was about to say something, Lan Mi pressed a finger to his mouth and shook her head at him: "I don't want you to tell me what you experienced in the illusion. Even if we are master and disciple, you don't have to tell me everything. If you can process it yourself, sometimes it's better for you to process it yourself."