Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

"I reported to Director Pa that Ulala was likely under the Dark Blood Curse. Head Nurse Da Tiantian checked her over the past two days and confirmed it."

The symptoms of the Dark Blood Curse have not yet appeared. After a night's rest, Ulala looks lively and energetic.

But the consequences of the Dark Blood Curse weighed heavily on their minds; everyone knew that this was only a temporary facade.

As expected, Head Nurse Da Tiantian let slip what had happened, and Naya was furious when she found out.

This was entirely within his expectations, and he didn't take Naya's anger to heart.

"I spent the whole night searching for information in the library, but I couldn't find a way to break the Dark Blood Curse."

There is no solution other than blood exchange between close relatives.

"Don't put so much pressure on yourself," Kenny said, regaining her optimism after her anger subsided. "Ulala is so cute, she'll be alright!"

He embraced Miya Xing, as if all the difficulties before him had already been resolved.

"Yes, she'll be fine."

What Miya Star is most worried about right now is not Ulala.

However, there's no point in talking to Genny about this.

For the vast majority of students, the class went very smoothly.

Besides Ginny and Sapphire.

No one would have imagined that the beautiful and gentle teacher Victoria would suffer from a sudden, explosive personality disorder, where her personality would change whenever she sneezed, and the other personality would still be just as violent.

They didn't even get a second chance to touch the materials for making potions during the entire class; the whole time was spent watching Teacher Victoria unilaterally beat up Genny and Lambo.

In the end, it was the kind-hearted Xia Guanglei who made Victoria sneeze again, saving Ginny Lamb's life.

Ruibosi felt quite sympathetic about this: "Both of them are destined to be students of Potions."

That's great. Not only did I not have to attend class, but I also saved myself a homework assignment.

She looked at Mi Yaxing, who had been absent-minded since the start of class and was still standing there long after class ended: "Aren't you going to the library to look up information?"

"No."

He knew perfectly well that the library wouldn't provide any information.

Last night, I was still somewhat unwilling to accept it, unwilling to accept that even though I saw through the Dark Clan's scheme, I was still powerless to do anything about it.

“Rui Bu Si”.

"Ok?"

"Coffee?"

"Don't drink."

Ya Ya said that drink is extremely bitter and tastes awful.

"I invite you."

"If you say that, I'm really sorry."

It's rare for someone to offer to treat you, so even if it's not good, it's worth a try.

Why were you so convinced yesterday that Genny would definitely get out?

"Why do you ask this suddenly?"

That's because it was Victoria's arrangement.

Lan Bao brushed past the teacher at the entrance of the infirmary before Lan Bao became one of the top ten students, and ever since then, she has always felt that everything this teacher does has a deeper meaning.

As it turns out, there was indeed a deeper meaning behind it.

But she couldn't say that:

"Because he's a good friend, and as a good friend there's nothing else I can do, of course I choose to believe him."

Miya Xing responded softly, staring blankly at the coffee in her hand, her thoughts wandering elsewhere.

Rebecca was in a great mood after unexpectedly receiving a bottle of beverage she had never tried before, and she waved her hand in front of Mia Xing's eyes:

"What would you have done if Genny hadn't been able to get out?"

"Hmm..." Her thoughts paused for a moment, and it took her a while to realize what she had asked. "First, go to Teacher Victoria for help. If that doesn't work, then go to the Magic Prophecy Book."

"Do you want to break the school rules?"

School rules explicitly state that students are not allowed to use magic prophecy books without authorization.

“Kenny is trapped in the Backlash Mirror because of me, and I will do everything I can to get him out.”

Special circumstances require special handling, and Director Pa couldn't possibly expel him from school.

"That's true," Rui Busi thought. "He entered the Meng Academy at a young age and knows so much about many forbidden areas. He must have secretly violated the school rules quite a bit."

"I think what you said makes sense."

Huh? What makes sense?

She had never tried a canned drink before, and was wondering how to open it when she looked up to see Miya Xing, who had regained most of her energy.

"grateful!"

He let out a soft sigh, as if he had figured something out, and left with light steps: "If you don't know how to do your homework next time, just come find me."

"Thank you... for what?"

Those who had already left could not hear her doubts, leaving Ruibusi with one more thing she couldn't understand.

It's so strange, boys' feelings are really hard to understand.

Forget it.

"Maybe that's just how kids this age are."

I opened the coffee in my hand and took a sip.

It tastes weird.

Take another bite.

Not bad.

Again……

“Rui Bu Si, what a coincidence! I just got back to Meng Academy and I ran into you.”

Familiar voices, familiar faces, and well-behaved, polite students: "Hello, teachers."

Qian Jin, and the stern-faced old man beside him.

Having gone through that hair incident, Rui Bu Si now finds it hard to stop her gaze from drifting to the wig the old man is still wearing.

That's too presumptuous.

So he could only look at Qian Jin.

She felt it was presumptuous, but Qian Jin wouldn't.

"Oh dear, Rui Bu Si..."

Rui Bu Si's expression was all too familiar.

She could almost instantly tell what he was going to say the moment he opened his mouth.

Qian Jin seemed to enjoy talking about the old man's hair all the time.

It wasn't just her; he encountered almost everyone. As long as he felt the other person didn't know, no matter what the topic of conversation was, the old man's hair would inevitably be mentioned.

Suddenly remembering another small incident after the backlash mirror incident, she asked cautiously, trying to appear curious, "Teacher Qian Jin, do you remember how you died?"

Although the two people's conversation was rambling and disjointed, Rui Bu Si was confident that all three of them could understand it.

Even when you're working, you can't just slack off and do nothing. More than two hundred years ago, the first thing she did after emerging from the Reversal Mirror was to send a message to Yin Sen, telling him that it would be best to launch an attack while the five stars were not yet complete.

Of course, the specific reason she was so proactive was that if she didn't let Yin Sen handle this matter, she would have to do it herself.

The reason for choosing gloomy is simple—at that time, only gloomy would work hard and actively to gain the attention of the Dark Emperor.

So, while the teachers and students of Meng Academy were still recovering, the Dark Clan took the opportunity to launch an attack.

After a short time, Yin Sen began to be unable to withstand the Quark Clan's counterattack. Seeing that Qian Jin's magic was about to burn her clothes, Yin Sen unceremoniously pulled the undercover agent over to be used as a shield.

Yes, the reason she remembered this little thing so clearly was because at the time, Yin Sen used her as a shield without warning.

They're about to lose, yet they're still so happy. It's reasonable to suspect that Yin Sen has been planning this for a long time.

In order not to harm the innocent girl, Qian Jin abruptly changed the direction of the magic midway.

The eerie escaped unharmed, as were the other students present. The only one who was unlucky was the hair of a certain unfortunate soul.

Afterwards in the infirmary, the unlucky guy was laughed at quite a bit.

However, it seems that in less than a week, all that hair grew back.

Has it grown... out yet?

It has emerged, but it may not necessarily be long.

"What do you mean, how did it disappear?" Qian Jin frowned.

Why does this kid talk so incoherently?

Ah, he knows:

"You mean my old buddy's hair, right? Oh dear, it's two..."

The conversation suddenly paused here.

He touched his bald head, his smile completely gone, replaced by a serious expression.

"As people get older, their memory tends to get worse. Look at me, wasn't I just about to go and discuss the meeting with Director Pa? How did we end up chatting here? It's really..."