Anna watched as Teacher Luo Ye instantly withdrew his hand, his expression slightly stiffening. The little daydream in her mind had already turned into a full-length drama.
The teacher must have been unable to resist the urge to touch her just now, right?
He only stopped because of his identity and Princess Alysia’s presence!
She could imagine Luo Ye struggling inwardly to suppress the forbidden flutter in his heart—one that was only intensified because she was Alysia’s guard knight.
The teacher must be planning to first win her loyalty and body, then use this taste of betrayal on Princess Alysia…
What a wicked yet wonderful plan!
Anna nearly closed her eyes in response, her body trembling slightly—half from nervousness, half from twisted anticipation—
Come on, teacher, let’s defile the sacred princess…
“Daydreaming about what?”
The cold touch on her face snapped Anna out of her trance.
She looked up, noticing that Luo Ye had finished tidying himself up sometime ago. He held the clothes she wore last night—washed and dried by his own hands.
The clothes were folded neatly, carrying a faint scent of soapberries. Luo Ye, with an impatient air, simply tossed them into her arms.
“Hurry up and change! It’s the first day of formal classes, practical magic class, and the professor is still that same Professor Elmero II! If you’re late, even if I beg my dying old man to intervene, it won’t work in front of the Second!”
Luo Ye’s tone was so serious it was almost like a disciplinarian.
“Stop dawdling. I’m leaving in three minutes. Handle yourself. Don’t show up near my apartment within half an hour!”
With that, he didn’t wait for Anna’s reaction, heading straight to the kitchen to start frying eggs and bacon.
Anna hugged the clothes still warm with Luo Ye’s residual body heat, feeling a little dumbfounded.
Why did this feel like the scene after it’s all done—he pulls up his pants and even tosses her a pack of tissues, saying, ‘Clean yourself up’?
And the storyline… wasn’t it supposed to be different?
Shouldn’t the teacher have seized the moment and acted on his impulse…?
Could it have really been an accident just now?
Anna lowered her head to smell the fresh scent on the clothes, then glanced at Luo Ye moving efficiently in the kitchen, fully in “sage mode.”
The fiery fantasies that had just flared up seemed to be doused with a bucket of cold water.
Teacher Luo Ye… really is that serious?
At such a critical moment, he only thinks about class?
What she didn’t know was how anxious Luo Ye was inside.
Right now, Luo Ye was on the edge of a meltdown!
The pressure of time loops, the overlap of reality and simulations, the looming threat of death like the Sword of Damocles hanging overhead—what he needed most was steady, undisturbed time to study magic!
This “serious class day” was like a refreshing rain in the desert!
No matter how tempting the gravity-defying beauty was, compared to the core goal of improving his skills to survive, all distractions had to be pushed aside.
Luo Ye almost treated heading to the magic class like a pilgrimage.
After a quick washup, Anna saw the table set with fried eggs, bacon, and toasted bread.
She didn’t refuse, quietly finishing this unexpectedly proper “post-event breakfast.”
Under Luo Ye’s silent urging gaze, she pulled up her collar and slipped out the back door.
Half an hour later, Luo Ye set off on time, heart pounding with excitement, heading straight for the magic teaching building.
The second-year “Sunday class” stepped lecture hall was spacious and bright.
After Luo Ye appeared at the door, he immediately saw an unexpected scene inside the classroom.
Most noble children’s gazes were fixed on the most eye-catching figure in the front row—Her Highness, the Empire’s First Princess Alysia.
She sat elegantly upright, her sky-blue hair cascading like a waterfall. Her lowered eyelashes focused intently on the open magic tome before her.
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting upon her like a carefully painted oil portrait.
Next to her, Anna sat upright and composed, as if nothing had happened the previous night.
Students in the back rows, male and female alike, looked on with fascination and admiration, silently worshipping this perfect princess.
However, the atmosphere shifted the moment everyone’s eyes inevitably landed on Luo Ye at the door.
Whispers rippled through the quiet classroom like drops in a still lake.
Contempt, disdain, coldness, and even a hint of jealousy filled the air.
“The Sage’s illegitimate son… what right does he have to sit among us?”
“Top of the grade by nepotism? Without the Sage, he wouldn’t even qualify to set foot in this noble cradle!”
Luo Ye was already used to this atmosphere.
He ignored those stinging glares, calmly scanning the classroom before his gaze settled briefly on the front row.
Alysia seemed to sense the stare and happened to look up.
Their eyes met, and Luo Ye gave her a slight nod—an acknowledgment purely out of courtesy between “collaborators” and nominal “fiancés.”
Alysia returned a barely perceptible nod, her amber eyes calm and unruffled.
This brief interaction only added fuel to the fire!
“Hiss… he actually dared to greet Her Highness?”
“Shameless…”
“The Sage’s bastard really thinks he can stand on equal footing with the princess?”
“Hmph, he’s been dragging the academy’s reputation through the mud…”
A few noble kids in the back rows openly scoffed, their looks toward Luo Ye more hateful, as if that nod was a sacrilege.
A particularly lavishly dressed duke’s son in the middle row snorted coldly, his eyes darkly sweeping Luo Ye’s back.
“What’s wrong with them? Can’t beat me one-on-one, so they talk trash behind my back,” Luo Ye thought.
The top rank wasn’t decided by professors but by the year-end exams. Luo Ye didn’t want to be this spotlighted outlier, but no matter how many nobles teamed up, none could match the original’s magic skill.
Luo Ye pretended not to hear, strode down the aisle, and under everyone’s watchful eyes, firmly took his seat in the very last row—the corner that was his and his alone.
He set down his book, took a deep breath, and locked those hateful comments outside the door.
Luo Ye focused all his attention on the upcoming lesson—this was the sole purpose of his visit.
Soon, Professor Elmero II entered in his deep blue robe, striding to the podium and scanning the room.
His sharp gaze finally landed on Luo Ye, carrying a subtle scrutiny.
“All right, first lesson for new students. We will review and deepen our understanding of basic fire magic shaping, especially for those who have mastered third-tier spells—how to stabilize and control the trajectory and range of explosive fireballs. This is crucial in combat to hit targets precisely and avoid collateral damage…”
The professor’s voice was steady and powerful, directly addressing the most urgent practical aspect Luo Ye wanted to improve.
Luo Ye immediately flipped open the heavy magic tome, fully concentrated.