Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

Xia Guanglei's attempt to steal Kenny's scroll failed, and the Dark Emperor failed to kidnap Princess Naya. Indeed, thanks to his cleverness...

A bottle of beverage that suddenly appeared in front of him interrupted his unfinished self-praise. Miya Xing pointed to himself:

"For me?"

Upon seeing who it was, he waved his hand and refused, saying, "Unsolicited kindness is either a trick or a theft."

Miya Xing took a step back warily, narrowed his eyes, and looked as if he had seen through everything and that no one could fool him.

"If you don't want what Blue Jewel gave you, I'll keep it for myself."

He inserted the straw into the drink, but before Rui Bu Si could even bring it to her lips, he snatched it away.

I shook the drink slightly.

"Since it's for me, of course I'll take it."

Then, without warning, he took a sip, his eyebrows furrowing so tightly they almost knotted together.

Mmm, this drink tastes so good...so good...so good...

I forced myself to swallow it; the taste really did resemble the cheapest one—I glanced at the packaging, and it was true.

Few students would buy such an unpalatable drink, so why would Lanbao think of buying it?

This eased the unbearable and lingering sensation in my mouth:

"But I'm very curious, how exactly did you know that Xia Guanglei was a member of the Dark Clan and that he stole Kenny's scroll?"

Compared to this inexplicable drink, what he cared about was definitely this.

Even he had to use mind-reading to realize that he couldn't read the other person's thoughts at all before he could gradually confirm his inner suspicions. How did Rui Bu Si find out?

Mind reading can only read the thoughts of infants and the dead.

"We'll talk about that later. Is the drink really that bad? Why do you look so pained?"

The owner clearly told her that people who like this flavor will really like it.

"You want to try it?"

"Still not."

I took the drink, opened the lid, glanced at it, and smelled it a few times—I couldn't tell if it tasted good or not.

"Really want to try?" There was a hint of anticipation and enticement in his tone.

"No way! I paid for this, I'm going to take it back and argue with the shop owner later!"

"Hmm." He neither confirmed nor denied it, but was certain of one thing: "You really did buy the drinks."

He knew it; why would Lan Bao, who was perfectly fine, think of buying him a drink?

Most likely, the money for this cheap drink was squeezed out of Lanbao by hand.

"Are you going to say next that Sapphire just happens to have another question or something she wants to ask me?"

"Wow, you're so clever, you guessed that."

Holding her drink in one hand, she patted the cup with her other hand instead of clapping.

"Of course, I am..."

She brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, then stopped mid-sentence, her gaze filled with disdain: "You ask for help with this kind of drink?"

"I don't have any money~"

He was found out, but showed no remorse: "Help me out, it's just a small favor, I'll do it when I have money..."

Raising her hand to interrupt her, Miya Xing said very sincerely, "I think it's difficult."

Even if you do have it, you probably won't remember it.

But I'm still curious, what kind of trouble could she possibly have that made her insist on coming to him?

"Tell me first, what kind of help do you need?"

"I have an old lady's class tomorrow, and I don't know how to do the homework."

The old lady was practically the teacher of magical botany in their class, and every time she assigned homework, it would cause a chorus of groans.

Currently, the students in the class are not as prejudiced against Earthlings as they were at the beginning of the semester, but the relationships between them are not good enough to allow them to exchange homework.

—Moreover, most of the communication is one-sided.

Originally, Rui Busi and the others could still count on Xia Guanglei, but after the undercover operation was exposed, Xia Guanglei no longer needs to do his homework.

"Want me to teach you?"

No, that wasn't her original intention.

I just wanted to use the other person's work to create an assignment that didn't seem to be copied, but was actually completed.

"Uh-huh."

That's my current thought.

"Of course I can help you, but the fact that you discovered Xia Guanglei is an undercover agent—"

Oh, of course, it doesn't need to be too complicated, just let me read it..."

She sidestepped Miya Xing's outstretched hand and refused:

"No, although it's convenient, it feels terrible to have your mind read every time."

With mind reading ability, there's no room for her to maneuver.

What if one's thoughts suddenly diverge...

It's great that being discovered to be a member of the Dark Clan means you don't have to do homework, but compared to your life, doing homework isn't entirely unacceptable.

See you at the library later.

She needs to talk to her boss first.

"Row."

He happened to have nothing else to do today, and he was planning to go find Barbie and play some pranks on them.

Okay, another day.

After successfully receiving a full refund, in the library, Rui Busi sat opposite Miya Xing and frankly explained the reason:

"Because of a feeling."

"Just like I can sense when you read my mind, I feel very uncomfortable when I'm around Xia Guanglei."

"Feeling uncomfortable?"

"OK."

She nodded firmly.

Well, from the very beginning, I had a feeling that the other person was from the Dark Clan, and I also felt uncomfortable.

But the discomfort was mainly psychological—she sensed the aura of the Dark Emperor on Xia Guanglei.

This dark aura went unnoticed even by the barrier of the Moe Academy; even someone with exceptional perception might not have been able to detect it.

But who is she?

The five spirit stones were originally part of the Dark Emperor. If one couldn't even detect the Dark Emperor's aura, how could one have worked for so many years, slacking off year after year without getting caught...?

Ahem, I've gone off on a tangent.

"Can you tell from your intuition whether the other party is a member of the Dark Clan?"

Is that perceptive?

Compared to the magic he had seen and heard Nyarlathotep mention, which seemed to only cause trouble for the neighbors... no, no, no, he didn't mean at all that his classmate's magic was useless.

Completely unaware that Miya Xing was inwardly criticizing her magic, Rui Bu Si shook her head:

"No, it's not that. It's just a really bad feeling, like the other person isn't a good person. What kind of perception ability is so powerful that you can tell someone's race just by meeting them?"

She leaned closer and whispered to Mi Yaxing, "Xia Guanglei smells like an underground sewer."

The other party seemed to realize something upon hearing this:

"Indeed, anyone who comes into contact with the Dark Emperor will definitely pick up some of that scent. I'll remember that."

"However, I suspect that the other person's reaction is also because of you."

"I?"

What does this have to do with him?

“Kenny’s scroll disappeared inexplicably. They say it’s an illusion, but what if it’s not?”

During that time, you were also observing Xia Guanglei both openly and secretly, and Xia Guanglei was sharing a dormitory with Jianni...

However, the situation was urgent at the time, so I thought I'd take a gamble. If it really was just a ruse and Xia Guanglei was innocent, I could apologize to him afterwards. Since it concerned Kenny's life, he wouldn't mind.

"So that's it."

He thought that Ruibusi had discovered some detail that he had missed.

However, he hadn't really paid attention to the smell of the underground sewers...

"Alright, that's all for now. Can we get down to business?"

For example, a certain assignment in a magical botany course.

So late at night, Ya Ya, dragging her tired body and slightly better round belly, looked at her homework with a pained expression and half-open eyes.

Her good roommate, Ruibusi, waved her completed homework in front of her:

"I'm done writing!"

He reached out to grab it, but failed.

"Lend it to me, little radish, I promise it'll be completely different!"

No, this plot development is wrong. Normally, they should be in the same painful struggle right now.

Regaining some of the rationality that had been swayed by the homework answers, Ya Ya withdrew her hand from grabbing the notebook, somewhat doubtful:

Did you write it yourself?

"Written under the guidance of others."

This time, Ya Ya withdrew her doubts.

It's not that I don't trust the assignments written by Rui Bu Si herself, but rather that I trust them too much.

I trust that she can't write anything worthwhile.