Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

His words and reactions greatly pleased her.

He let out a wicked laugh that he had somehow learned, with a barely perceptible hint of trepidation in his voice.

Being cautious is helpful.

Caution served its purpose; she didn't choke on her own laughter.

Miya Xing took out some snacks she had stockpiled, using this to avoid her gaze and conceal the uncontrollable upturn of her lips, and then found a blanket:

"Give it a try? It can help pass the time, you'll probably like it."

"Hmm," the cover-up worked its purpose here, preventing a fit of anger, "When are you going to finish grading the homework?"

"It will be a bit late."

"Is this how you're supposed to do nothing and just leave the soul-summoning to you?" Her words were filled with long-standing resentment towards her colleague.

"This is within my job responsibilities."

It's not difficult to grade homework from a good class; it's just that there are quite a few familiar faces among them.

Having heard so many familiar faces reminisce about the past since childhood, it's only natural for me to diligently grade homework now that I'm their assistant. It doesn't seem like I'm invading their privacy, right?

Yes.

Not really.

Qian Jin's magical physics is only so-so, and his potion-making isn't as good as I'd imagined.

What mischief are you plotting?

"No!" he said firmly.

"Oh," she uttered a short, indistinct syllable.

Is it also within the scope of my responsibilities to be concerned about the grades of other subjects?

Miya Xing remained calm: "It's part of gathering information about Meng Academy."

She didn't keep him in suspense for long; Miya Star soon learned what the first step of the plan against Flame Star was.

The number of students in the health room gradually increased, while the number of students in the classrooms decreased accordingly.

The cause of the students' illnesses was all related to their driving skills; more specifically, no information leaked from the infirmary.

The teachers on the podium continued their lessons as usual, and the only response Huanhun gave to the students' questions was to follow the director's orders.

Director Ling...

Director Ling has requested leave to go home and will not be able to return to school for two months.

Her temporary teacher is currently delayed for some reason and has not yet taken up the post.

This argument is clearly unconvincing, but fortunately, today's students possess an advantage that teachers find very appealing—

They will not disrupt classroom discipline, nor will they make things difficult for teachers who know nothing about the subject.

After some time, recovered students gradually returned to the classroom. Not a single student lost their life in this sudden "epidemic." Everything returned to normal, and the unexpected event was forgotten by the people who had woken up.

Miya Xing stood in a corner of the classroom, seemingly aware that he was distracted, and had not called his name during this period of time.

Bobo took over the assistant's position without anyone noticing, and none of the classmates questioned it.

It seems that Bobo has always existed as the teacher's assistant rather than a student who listens to lectures like everyone else.

Miya Xing, on the contrary, was like an inspecting leader, always listening from the rear.

Without a doubt, Bobo, who grew up alongside the Soul Summoner, is more adept at the role of assistant.

The corner at the back of the classroom was convenient for him to look through the materials.

He was holding something unrelated to the course.

It's a student file.

The detailed files, including those of family members, were not something he could borrow at will.

This comes from Ruibusi.

As the number of sick students increased, the student council began organizing room checks, forcing Ruibusi to return to her dormitory and spend up to ten hours a day in close contact with her dear roommate.

She did not move her belongings back to the student dormitory.

Even if the dormitory was full of her own people, she wouldn't do something so risky.

What's more, not only are some of her roommates not her own people, but there's also a spoiled young lady watching her, waiting for her to make a mistake.

He said he wanted to see the student files, and she handed them to him without hesitation, as if they were scraps of paper.

"Students with withdrawn personalities and simple family structures always recover exceptionally quickly..."

Very detailed records.

In addition to basic information, the form even includes the number of their friends at school and the frequency of their correspondence with family members.

How could he still find the time to do these things despite the "special attention" from so many teachers?

No wonder she always occupies the sofa or the bed when she gets back to his place after a busy day.

"Is all this commotion just aimed at Flame Star?"

He recalled what the Dark Emperor did when Kenny entered the Moe Academy.

Framing someone to remove magic, and then there's winning them over.

None of the above caused a major stir.

This was partly due to the improvement of the barrier around the Moe Academy, and also because Principal Kendrick was always in his office during that period.

The barrier two hundred years later is far more sensitive to dark energy than it is today.

We are still in an era that relies heavily on human labor.

“Human resources…” Destian could no longer cooperate with the Quark Clan.

Consequently, this term is not commonly seen in the Moe Academy nowadays, and it may not even pop into the minds of anyone in this place all year round.

It was a coincidence today; besides Miya Xing, another person mentioned it.

"Destian?" Huangwu tilted his head and looked at his roommate, holding a new Magic Drink in his hand.

She knows all the students in the school, and she's especially familiar with the owners of the magic shops. This isn't the first time new products that haven't been officially sold yet have appeared in her hands.

Yin Su, however, had no energy to pay attention to these things today; she tried her best to hide her unease.

"Yes, you get along very well with your classmates. I'd like to know if any of the students in the school have some Destian blood."

"Hmm," Huang Wu frowned, looking troubled as she toyed with the cup in her hand, seemingly caught in some great dilemma. No one could see the fleeting glint of interest in her eyes. "President Yin Su, this is no small matter..."

"I know!" Yin Su clasped her hands together, met her roommate's questioning gaze, realized she was too excited, and quickly withdrew her hands. "I won't talk nonsense, I just want to confirm some things."

“But ‘Destian’ is a taboo word throughout the entire Quark race.” Her eyes were lowered, her voice soft, and the four words “Destian” were barely audible, yet they reached the ears of those who were meant to hear them.

Like a gem that flickers on and off, it emits a light that draws people in.

“I need to know why.” The cup slammed onto the table with a dull thud, and Yin Su felt her heart sink. “For my friend.”

“The epidemic in the school,” Yin Su took a deep breath, closed the window, and organized her thoughts, “I don’t think it’s as simple as they say.”

“But most of the students have recovered, isn’t the epidemic going to be over?” She showed appropriate doubt, and when unease appeared on her face, Yin Su took her hand again.

"No, there is no past!" The voice was incredibly firm, far exceeding the volume of a conversation between two people, and even Yin Su herself was startled by what she said.

"Do you know Qian Jin?" She calmed down again, unconsciously tightening her grip on his barren hand.