Chapter 172 : So that’s the way she acts in front of you, but with me, it’s completely different.

The first class ended.

As the bell rang, many students who had been dead asleep came back to life.

Some gathered to chat, others rushed out of the classroom.

Lu Mo stretched her arms and leaned back.

Her fair arms rose into the air, her long hair swaying gently.

Sunlight fell upon her.

At that moment, Cecilia could faintly see the subtle curves of her figure.

When her clothes lifted, a glimpse of pale skin peeked through.

So beautiful.

So… intoxicating.

Cecilia felt the antenna on her head uncontrollably stand up straight.

It stood stiff.

As if it might burst at any second.

She quickly pressed her hand on the antenna, flattening it.

Lu Mo was startled by Cecilia’s sudden movement.

“Huh, Miss Cecilia, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing at all…”

Cecilia pressed her antenna with one hand and waved the other at Lu Mo.

“Um, Miss Lu Mo, you hadn’t finished the story you started before class.”

She spoke again.

“Mm… okay.”

“Can you continue telling it now?”

She rested her hands on the desk, gently laid her head down, and turned sideways to look at Lu Mo.

Gradually, her antenna softened.

She smiled, her golden hair spreading like seaweed.

The classroom was noisy.

But at that moment, she seemed to hear only Lu Mo’s storytelling voice.

Her eyes were fixed on her desk mate, Lu Mo.

She whispered in a voice only she could hear:

“Like…”

So Lu Mo continued the story from before.

Cecilia listened quietly.

Soon, the break ended and the second class began.

Before they knew it, the morning lessons were all over.

“How time flies,” Cecilia remarked.

“Is it?” Lu Mo said.

“Especially… when I’m with you, Miss Lu Mo.”

Cecilia smiled at Lu Mo again.

“In the blink of an eye, class was over.”

“And I only heard a little bit of that story.”

“It’s fine, we can continue next class,” Lu Mo said.

“Miss Lu Mo, if you’re free next time, you can come to my place and hang out.”

“We can spend a long time together at this academy,” Cecilia said.

“My house is pretty big. You’re welcome to come over. If you get tired, just sleep straight—no worries~”

But still, that sounded a bit strange.

Sleep straight if you’re tired? No worries?

When I go there, am I going to see something more intense than a game?

Would I end up in bed with her?

“After all, my foundation is pretty weak, so I might have a lot of things to ask you, Miss Lu Mo.”

Cecilia stuck out her tongue sheepishly.

“And besides…”

“I still want to hear the rest of that story…”

Is that so?

Lu Mo smiled and nodded.

So it was just my own dark imagination.

She is the Saintess after all—how could she have those dark, heavy thoughts?

“See you later, Miss Lu Mo.”

Cecilia walked forward, then suddenly turned around and waved at Lu Mo.

“Mm, goodbye, you dum… Miss Cecilia.”

Lu Mo also said goodbye to Cecilia.

She almost let the word “dummy” slip out.

There were a lot of people and noise now—the Saintess probably didn’t hear that, right? Lu Mo thought.

She watched Cecilia walk further away, then smiled and turned to leave.

But in the crowd, Cecilia wasn’t the only one watching Lu Mo.

At that moment, Koman’s figure also appeared nearby.

He looked at Cecilia, hesitated for a long time, and finally made a decision.

Lu Mo and the Saintess were way too close.

So close that even he found it unbelievable.

He felt he had to stop this.

He had consulted his father about it.

And his father agreed with his idea.

Today, he would expose Lu Mo’s true face in front of Cecilia.

“After all, she’s the Saintess… I can’t afford to offend her…”

“Let me think about how to phrase it.”

“Your Holiness the Saintess, so that’s the way Lu Mo acts in front of you, but with me, she’s a completely different person. If you can handle it…”

“No, that tone sounds off. Let me rethink…”

At the same time, in the best class.

Elia was also packing up her books, ready to leave.

Her notebook was densely filled with content.

To others, it seemed like Elia had been listening attentively and taking notes throughout class.

But in reality, most of what she wrote had nothing to do with the lesson.

However, if a teacher stood beside her and looked closely, they would surely be speechless with shock.

The notebook contained an analysis of a super-tier sword technique.

Elia had dissected every move and every battle skill pattern in detail.

It was easy to understand, yet she captured every key point.

She even provided several improvement plans.

Copious, yet concise.

Even those senior professors and hall masters would struggle to reach this level!

And all of this was prepared for Lu Mo.

“I’ll find a good time to give this notebook to Sister Lu Mo,”

Elia closed the notebook and smiled.

“If Sister Lu Mo asks, I’ll say it’s what the teacher taught in class.”

That was a very good excuse.

This way, she could teach Lu Mo many battle skills.

And Lu Mo wouldn’t suspect anything or feel too shy to accept.

Looking at the notebook, Elia thought back to the time at the Binglan Academy.

Back then, Sister Lu Mo had tirelessly dissected battle skills for her and patiently explained them until she fully understood.

The girl had never abandoned her.

She had always been that gentle, never leaving her side.

“This time, it’s my turn to teach you, Sister Lu Mo…”

Elia murmured softly.

She put away her books and stood up.

Her gaze swept across the classroom, but she didn’t see Cecilia.

That made her a little puzzled.

“That annoying person… doesn’t seem to be in this class…”

Elia muttered.

The exchange students from the Holy Sanctuary were all talented.

Most of them, like her, were placed in the best class.

A very small number were placed in the second-tier class.

“Could it be that she’s not talented enough and got placed in a lower class?”

“Or did she deliberately avoid me?”

Elia guessed.

Just thinking about Cecilia made a chill pass through her eyes.

“Fine then.”

“At least she won’t ruin my mood during class.”

Elia said as she walked out of the classroom.

But still…

For some reason, she felt a vague unease in her heart.

Lu Mo didn’t know about Koman’s plan, nor did she know what Elia was doing.

She was just thinking about the System and the second simulated reincarnation as she headed back to her quarters.

“Meow~”

At that moment, she heard a cat cry.

“A cat?”

“Huh?”

Lu Mo turned her head and saw an orange cat sitting in the grass nearby.

Its front paw was casually toying with a small bird.

The bird looked very young, badly injured, and on the verge of death.

Not good!

It’s a badJimmy!

Seeing the bird in danger,