Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

After the small gathering, Yin Su was filled with admiration for Shi Si Shi.

Poetry Seeds attends seven such small gatherings a week.

Sometimes it's fortune telling, sometimes it's about emotions, and sometimes it's a niche hobby that Gin-Su has never heard of before.

Never before has so many familiar and unfamiliar classmates extended invitations to her to gatherings that seemed like small groups unable to properly welcome outsiders.

"It's even more tiring than practicing with the Cute Knights."

Sinking into the bed, the light from the ceiling gradually blurred in her eyes, and she realized she was truly exhausted.

It wasn't even described as the intense work when the student council was busy.

"Practice with the Cute Knight?"

My friend is still full of energy.

“Yes, there used to be about ten days a month where we would push our limits through repeated overexertion and recovery,” Shi Sishi added, knowing she didn’t know much about Meng Academy. “Principal Leonardo doesn’t agree with this. Since he became principal, such training has not exceeded five days a month.”

"Oh." Huangwu was sitting at Yinsu's desk, looking through the things on it. He could only sense a very limited amount of fatigue from the words of the desk user.

Partying is a relaxing thing.

It was even more relaxing than a party; all I could do was watch others train hard while I ate fruit platters on the sidelines.

"Would you like to go and have a look?"

The rough edges of the lamplight smoothed out, and Yin Su turned her gaze away.

At this moment, Shi Sishi's eyes were shimmering with a hazy glow.

"What?" Huangwu didn't react for a moment. "The Cute Knight training?"

Oh, "just for fun".

"Yes, I made an appointment with them tomorrow—Sisi, that's not allowed to be touched!" With wide eyes and a sprang up, Yin Su almost flew off the bed.

However, it was a step later that night.

"So cute." Huangwu pouted. People usually react like this when they see something cute, as if there is a baby in front of her being teased.

She had never seen the cub before, and looked at it with great interest for a long time before saying that the photo and Yin Su were of the same person at different times.

Yin Su's face flushed red instantly.

But at this moment, someone completely lost their sense of propriety, their fingers still flipping through the pages: "Did you put the photo album on the table so you could easily admire how cute you were as a child?"

"I just took them out to organize them!"

The voice sounded more like Cecilia's than Gin-Su herself, only much more restrained—Cecilia always liked to express her emotions in a way that would irritate other people's eardrums.

Unfortunately, those who lose their ability to see also lose their ability to hear.

“Oh,” the desolation remained calm, “what kind of arrangement do you want it to have?”

Yin Su quickly pressed down on the eager hands: "No need! Thank you, I've already done it!"

Taking the opportunity, she snatched the photo album away: "Let's continue talking about the training of the Cute Knights. There are many things to pay attention to."

She successfully distracted him from the desolation, but he was still curious about the photos.

So, did Miya Star also have a childhood?

"Have it?"

Miya Xing was taken aback by her words.

"Yes, there is... I'll go wash a cup first," he muttered to himself, "I wonder how long this water has been sitting here."

The desolate figure stared at him, and his gaze made him feel uneasy.

“Hey, hey, let’s get this straight,” the cup fell back onto the table, “I really can’t produce any footage of myself from when I was a child.”

"I know."

She appeared calm, seemingly unaffected by the memory of seeing him as a child.

Miya Xing, however, dared not let his guard down.

"I remember a magic potion that could temporarily shrink people..."

"I remember the side effects were quite significant."

"The side effects are temporary!"

"It will take twenty years to slowly return to the state before drinking the potion; the side effects are not short-lived."

“Oh, that’s because it’s too limited, it can only take people back twenty years—you really know a lot about the potions here, you know all the private inventions.”

"I left her notes with me a while ago when I was summoning souls."

"Peeping at other people's things is not something a decent person should do."

"I didn't know it belonged to someone else until I opened it."

"So you accidentally opened it, accidentally read it all, and accidentally wrote everything down before realizing it wasn't yours?"

Huangwu took a sip of water, not forgetting to pour one for Miyaxing as well: "You were really too careless."

“Sometimes it’s just that careless—how did you know the Soul Summoner would have such a potion? She doesn’t have that willingness to share.”

"Sometimes you see it by accident, and sometimes it just happens by accident."

After a minute and a half of silence, the two naturally moved on from the potion.

Did you have any traumatic experiences or similar experiences when you were a child?

Miya Xing calmly replied, "No, my psychological trauma is all your doing."

"Perhaps I could be honored by this?"

"of course can."

She persisted: "I think you do."

"why?"

"You were lying to me just now, otherwise why would you pick up the water glass and then put it down?"

"I remember this is the water left over from yesterday."

"This is what I just poured; you just washed the cup."

"I didn't notice you poured water; I thought I hadn't washed the cup and had misremembered."

He picked up his water glass and took a sip to avoid being accused of disliking her later.

"When did your eyesight and attention become so poor?"

"I've been working for too long."

"Really not?"

"real."

"A perfect and happy childhood?"

"Very bland."

"No twists and turns at all?"

Not at all.

"I smelled a lie."

"Hmm, I bought two new potted plants this morning, which might be affecting my sense of smell a bit."

"If I find out you're lying to me, you're in big trouble."

This was a minor incident; Miya Xing didn't believe she had such a good memory: "I've always been honest with you."

The conversation was presented to Yin Su in an abridged version the next day.

Yin Su is in charge of setting up the venue for the upcoming performance. They will be assisting the training of the Cute Knights later, and Wen Li will take over her work.

“I was thinking last night that I’d come to tell you today that I’d modified the magical device used for testing one’s mental state at school, whether it’s a tragic or happy experience or not. Oh, classmate, watch out for bumping into it—” she directed the two students carrying it to keep their distance.

They devised a foolproof plan: first, they would propose a flawed solution, and then a harmless one.

The goal is to increase the probability of the first step of the plan going smoothly.

Yin Su doesn't think it's a bad thing for couples to look at each other's childhood photos.

"He wants to make my life difficult."

It's not that serious, Yin Su choked for two seconds: "Everyone has a privacy."

Seemingly having heard a new term, Huangwu thought for a while and said with certainty, "He shouldn't have feelings for me."

"Maybe he doesn't want you to see him in a vulnerable state?"

"Impossible, he must just want to make my life difficult."

"Hmm..." She felt guilty towards Mi Yaxing, and after taking the time to think of a reason to save him, she said, "Maybe he wasn't good-looking when he was a child, or he was fatter than he is now, or he had scars on his face that he didn't remove back then, and he didn't want you to see the bad side of him."

Wasteland accepted this view.