Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

Chapter 207 A Terrible Magic Training Ground

Cat Delivery Service is very fast.

It's fast, but this thing...

"Barbie, are you going to cosplay as Zhu Bajie?" Ya Ya glanced at her as she passed by on her way to class and wanted to laugh, but she didn't.

Barris seems to be in a bad mood. You can suppress your laughter, but provoking Barris is not a good idea.

Gritting her teeth, Barris put down what she was holding and snorted coldly, "This is the new fashion, you know?"

“I don’t know.” She shook her head, only feeling that Barris and Meow Meow Katie were becoming more and more alike.

Ya Ya would rather be a mongrel than let her aesthetic sense appreciate such things. She reminded him, "It's almost time for class. This class is Teacher He Yan's magic class. We need to meet at the magic training ground."

"Okay, okay, I know. If you're worried about eating it, just go ahead and do it yourself. I didn't ask you to..."

See you in class!

Barris: "..."

It's not good to go back on your word on the spot. Watching her roommate's departing figure, after much hesitation, Barris still carried the ugly "I See You Through" sign with her. She couldn't possibly admit that it was unattractive. Then she hurriedly caught up with Ya Ya.

After the magic class, it will be the witch's class. She will surely find a moment when no one is watching to secretly observe Kiki's true age.

As long as I can expose Kiki, I'll hold onto my magic items and cheer myself up. Barris, I can do it!

In their first hands-on magic class, the students experienced firsthand the difference between their new and old teachers.

"Departed teachers are always especially missed." While He Yan went to inspect another magic training ground, Rui Bu Si stopped what she was doing and sighed.

She wasn't interested in how skilled she became at making the magic wooden fish.

In the past, magic studies, whether it was theoretical lectures in the classroom or practical training in the magic training ground, mostly consisted of everyone sitting and chatting, talking about the latest gossip on campus.

Almost a year has passed, and the teacher has left. Few students in the class remember what the magic teacher looked like or what his name was.

"I just resigned, and it wasn't even recently."

Everyone was happy to have fewer classes before the new teacher arrived; not only did no one miss the previous ones, but they were actually quite pleased.

Halfway through the class, Mi Yaxing watched her practice perfunctorily and casually, showing none of the diligence she had shown at the beginning of the semester.

All I felt was the longing for get out of class to end.

However, no one was focused on practicing; those diligently honing their magic attracted even more attention. The scene resembled a large-scale funeral; an unsuspecting person entering might mistakenly believe that a beloved teacher had died a tragic death.

However, it wasn't until someone floated in the corner and said, "The magic teacher's name is 'Munashe'," that the person being honored at this "memorial service" finally had a definite name.

Watching her casually summon and then recall the wooden fish, Miya Xing asked, "Have you looked up what the 'magical wooden fish' looks like after its advancement in the library?"

They were huddled in a corner, with someone else watching to see if Teacher He Yan was coming back. Coupled with the atmosphere around them, Rui Bu Si was blatantly slacking off.

"Can it change size?"

It was quite obvious that she hadn't checked.

But I remember the system saying that being able to grow bigger or smaller is the magic after the upgrade.

Oh, the system said upgrade, not advancement.

“Of course not,” he replied, unsurprised by her answer. “Would you like to go to the library to look it up after class?”

"Do not want to."

"Hmm? Aren't you curious about what advanced magic will be?"

Few people are not curious about what their magic will look like after it advances to a higher level.

"I don't really like this magic, and I don't really want to use it often." After explaining the reason simply, the surroundings suddenly became quiet. She immediately stood up straight and assumed a posture as if she had been training diligently. After a while, she still didn't hear He Yan's voice.

I glanced towards the door twice, but didn't see the teacher. In an instant, my mind went back to what it was a few seconds earlier.

Clearly, she wasn't the only one who noticed that He Yan wasn't there—the training ground, which had inexplicably quieted down for a moment, suddenly became noisy again, even more so than before.

Can I ask why?

"Oh, what's the reason?"

"I don't like my own magic."

"Well, I found it very interesting when I first learned it, but I stopped liking it after a while and don't want to rely on it too much," she said, twirling the wooden cone in her hand. "Besides, basic magic is enough for both fighting enemies and anything else."

"Only basic magic?"

"Isn't basic magic created for this purpose? To allow those who learn magic to be free from limitations and to have choices."

Just as Miya Xing was about to say something more, she glanced at the black figure out of the corner of her eye and signaled to Rui Bu Si: The teacher is here.

The tacit understanding between people was on full display at this moment—the entire training ground gradually became busy, which made He Yan both amused and exasperated, and also gave him a headache.

—The students only study properly when he's at the training ground; they don't seem to feel any sense of urgency. Perhaps we should add more tests next semester.

No one knows what Teacher He Yan was thinking as he watched them train.

Those who signed up for the Kiki witchcraft course are looking forward to what interesting things they will learn, while those who haven't signed up are thinking about what to do with their free time.

In short, the training in the entire classroom exuded laziness and casualness. He Yan silently repeated "normal at the end of the semester, normal at the end of the semester" several times in his mind, but in the end, he turned his head away because he couldn't bear to look at it.

I have no idea how the previous magic teacher conducted his classes.

I must gradually correct them next semester.

Similarly, no one here foresaw the wailing in magic class next semester.

After class, Rui Busi and Mi Yaxing still went to the library.

Instead of researching what would happen after the "Magic Wooden Fish" was upgraded, they sought out practical basic magic.

"With my current magical abilities, I can easily handle the invasion of the Dark Race. There's no need for me to learn any more magic."

No matter what, she shouldn't be unable to defeat a few Dark Soldiers.

“I’m just worried,” he said, glancing through the catalog and finding a few spells, then looking at the specific practical applications of each spell, “that the emergence of a large number of dark spies in the Moe Academy is ultimately not a good sign.”

Moreover, there are still some undercover agents who have not yet revealed their identities.

"Hmm, didn't you glean anything from the undercover agent?"

“No.” Miya Xing shook his head. “After we caught the undercover agents, we temporarily locked them up in the attic. I used mind-reading abilities then.”

Their situation was the same as Xia Guanglei's before; they couldn't read anything.

The subsequent interrogation was handed over to Director Pa and Teacher He Yan, and he did not participate further.

"The Dark Clan only wants to find a person and the Dark Spirit Stone, so they shouldn't waste their energy on students."

"Just in case, I can't guarantee I can get to you in time in case of an emergency."

"I can protect myself now!" She didn't do badly when the Dark Clan invaded before, did she?

"Hmm." Miya Xing only looked at the book and didn't look at her.

"I can still protect you!"

This time, Mi Yaxing glanced at her twice: "Then it's good to learn a few more. I'll be counting on you to protect me in the future."

An irresistible call to study.

Rui Bu Si suddenly felt that learning a few more useless spells wouldn't be a bad idea.

Before long, I was lying on the table, watching him earnestly search for magic in the catalog, and I was really bored.

Two fingers moved forward alternately, pretending to be a little person walking, slowly "walking" to his side, tentatively poking the hand next to the book, and then quickly withdrawing.

She glanced up at Miya Xing—her expression remained unchanged. Her retracted index and middle fingers then "traveled" from a great distance on the table, quickly poked at something, and then retracted.

She glanced at him again, but Miya Xing remained focused on his book, completely oblivious to the commotion beside him. Her mischievous fingers set off again, this time poking his wrist, but failing to "return to their nest."

He was caught red-handed.

"It wasn't me."

With a rather innocent tone, his fingers tried to sneakily "escape," but failed.

"They insisted on doing it! I tried to persuade them, but they wouldn't listen!"

“Hmm,” Miya Xing glanced at her, then looked away, “I caught those too.”

"Alright," he said, letting the two fingers "escape," and handed her the book. "Take a look at these first. Any problems?"

Rui Busi glanced at it briefly: "No problem."

"Really?"

"Of course, I'm a magical genius!"

"Okay, genius, let's give it a try now."

There's no need to be so efficient in execution.

I just finished magic practice, and my eyes are already tired just looking at the magic practice field.