“Master, these are the credits I earned today…”
Su Yun had barely stepped through the door and hadn’t even had time to take off his shoes before he scurried over, looking exactly like a Samoyed that had just won a prize and couldn’t wait to be praised.
He wagged a pink-blue tail that was so fluffy it could sweep the dust off the floor.
In his fair, tender little hands, he held a brand-new crystal card. The card was crystal clear with a faint magical aura shimmering along its edges. Carved into it in rounded, golden runes was a large **[50]**.
Two chubby little red flowers were also printed in the corner of the card, giving it a child-like cuteness. It was a style specifically made by the academy for low-rank students.
Mo Qingqing leaned back against the soft velvet sofa in the living room. Her fingertips carelessly traced the delicate patterns of the armrest as she glanced at the card, which still carried the warmth of Su Yun’s palm. She didn’t reach out to take it, only lazily tilting her chin up.
“Keep it for yourself.” As soon as she spoke, she raised her hand to show her own crystal card.
A value of 80 shimmered with a cold light under the warm yellow lamps. Her card was made of more transparent material, featuring only pure, interwoven magical circuits without any extra decorations. It was clearly much higher in rank than Su Yun’s.
Su Yun froze instantly. His pink-blue tail stiffened in mid-air as if someone had pressed a pause button. His ears, which had been standing straight up, drooped slightly, and his eyes were filled with shock.
He hadn’t expected to keep these credits for himself from the start; he only wanted to study hard to become a bit stronger.
At the very least, he didn’t want to be easily manipulated by anyone other than Mo Qingqing.
He also wanted a bit more confidence to survive in this cruel world.
But now… he actually didn’t have to hand them over?
“Um…”
Mo Qingqing scratched her cheek unnaturally. Her fingertips brushed against her delicate skin, bringing a trace of imperceptible warmth.
The tips of her jade-like ears quietly turned a faint crimson, which slowly spread down her fair neck.
“In a bit, go to the storage cabinet and pick one… prop.”
“Eh?” Su Yun’s eyes suddenly widened, round like two topazes soaked in a clear spring. His cute face was written with disbelief, and his breath even hitched for a beat.
She was letting him choose?
Was she serious?
‘Could this be a new excuse for a prank?’
After the last parallel battle, he had been pulled into that weird room by Mo Qingqing and tormented for a long time. If he actually believed her and went to take something, he would probably be beaten again under the pretext of “not knowing the rules.”
Thinking of this, his petite body trembled instinctively.
“Well… it’s not to compensate you. I just think…”
Mo Qingqing raised a hand to rub the back of her head. The crimson spread across her cheeks until even the roots of her ears were hot. Her eyes instinctively drifted toward the red clouds outside the window, not daring to look directly into Su Yun’s sparkling eyes.
“Look, everyone knows you’re my disciple. If you don’t have a decent prop, people will get suspicious.”
Her voice was lower than usual, carrying a bit of forced indifference that couldn’t hide the awkwardness in her tone.
‘Is she for real?…’
Su Yun’s heart hammered against his chest, and his small hands instinctively gripped the hem of his shirt.
But on second thought, even if it were a trap, he had to jump in.
If Mo Qingqing really wanted to mess with him, he couldn’t escape anyway. It was better to just be straightforward and save himself from even greater harm.
Besides, maybe… this time it was real?
“Then, I’m choosing?”
Su Yun asked tentatively, his voice carrying an imperceptible tremble. His large, fluffy tail lightly swept across the floor as if he were cheering himself on.
“Go on, go on.”
Mo Qingqing waved her hand, her tone feigning indifference. However, her fingertips secretly gripped the velvet fabric of the sofa, her knuckles turning slightly white.
Su Yun no longer hesitated and rushed to the storage cabinet in the corner of the living room like a gust of wind.
The cabinet was crafted from deep-sea dark iron, its surface carved with a simple dust-repelling barrier. Inside, various magic items, weapon fragments, and looted spoils were arranged on different shelves.
He didn’t even glance at the other items, heading straight for the innermost compartment. There sat a solitary, magenta transformation device.
It was exactly the one he had been eyeing for a long time!
He never expected he would actually get the chance to have it!
He carefully reached out his small hand. As his fingertips touched the cold metal surface of the transformation device, a slight ripple of Law energy spread from the contact point, as if responding to his touch.
He gripped the transformation device tightly, fearing it might be an illusion. He ran back to Mo Qingqing’s side and held it high in front of her.
His voice was filled with uncontrollable anticipation and a hint of hidden anxiety. “Master, can I use this one?”
“Ugh…” Mo Qingqing’s gaze landed on the transformation device.
Her face instantly turned incredibly grim, as if she had swallowed something bitter. Her brows furrowed deeply, and her body even trembled instinctively.
The memory of being beaten to a pulp by another Su Yun in the parallel battle — who had been wearing golden armor using that very device — instantly flooded her mind.
The agonizing pain of having her head ripped off, the burning sensation of her body being pierced by the Thunder Flame Fist, and the tearing sensation of the light cannon blasts… every scene was as vivid as if it had just happened.
This caused her to tighten her fists involuntarily.
Su Yun keenly sensed that something was wrong, and his sparkling eyes dimmed instantly.
His fluffy little ears gradually went limp along with Mo Qingqing’s changing expression, slowly flattening against his head. His tail stopped wagging, and he stared nervously at Mo Qingqing’s face.
‘Was it really a prank?’
But in the end, Mo Qingqing took a deep breath. As if she had gone through a massive internal struggle, she gritted her teeth and nodded. Her tone carried a hint of resentment, yet it was laced with a trace of helpless resignation.
“Take it.”
“Woohoo! Master is the best!!”
Confirming that Mo Qingqing wasn’t messing with him, Su Yun instantly erupted with genuine joy. He lunged forward and hugged Mo Qingqing around the waist, burying his face in her soft black mage robes and nuzzling her vigorously.
His pink-blue tail wagged happily, nearly becoming a blur, and even the fur on his body trembled slightly from excitement.
His voice carried a cheerful, youthful lilt. The tips of his ears were red enough to bleed as he tightly gripped the transformation device. His fingers were so strained from his grip that his fingertips turned white.
This was the first time since coming to this world that he truly possessed something he longed for that actually belonged to him.
It was also the first time Mo Qingqing had experienced such unreserved passion from Su Yun. Her body froze for a moment, and she remained stiff for a while before finally raising her hand to gently rub Su Yun’s fluffy little head.
Mo Qingqing’s fingertips brushed through the hair that was as soft as clouds. Her voice carried a hint of awkward cover-up as she coughed twice. “Ahem. Remember, you aren’t allowed to embarrass me outside. If you don’t use it well, just wait and see how I deal with you!”
“Mm!” Su Yun nodded vigorously, nuzzling his head against her palm. His eyes were as bright as a sky full of stars. He held the transformation device tightly against his chest.
Feeling the cold sensation of the metal, his heart was filled with unprecedented treasure and joy.
It seemed the suffering he endured yesterday hadn’t been in vain!