Chapter 52: The Out-of-Control Little Principal

“That was close, that was close!”

A quiet alley near the Witch Academy.

Lin Lue picked up the broken mirror from the ground, brought it to his neck, and saw the bright red hickey in the mirror.

It was especially eye-catching, like a delicate rose petal.

Lin Lue helplessly rubbed the mark repeatedly with his palm, trying to erase it.

Fortunately, he had always been cautious.

Compared to before, it was unusual that Luo An’an and Luo Miaomiao had let him go so easily this time. Something was off.

When children are quiet, they’re usually up to no good.

Sure enough, before entering the Witch Academy, Lin Lue ducked into this alley to check if he had anything extra on him.

This check revealed that he did.

If he hadn’t checked and his sensitive sister saw it when he entered the academy, her eyes would definitely go blank instantly.

Just thinking about his sister emitting a gravity field made Lin Lue shudder involuntarily, and his rubbing became more forceful.

He had sincerely treated the Luo sisters as brothers, completely off guard, never expecting them to sneakily leave a mark on his neck while he was asleep.

Lin Lue was indignant.

He treated them like brothers, but they wanted to put on a show of “Brother, you smell so good.”

Fortunately, in the end, he was one step ahead.

After rubbing for a long time, the bright red finally faded.

Lin Lue carefully checked his entire body, confirming that there were no more strange red marks or prints on his exposed skin, before breathing a sigh of relief.

He threw the broken mirror into a nearby trash can, clapped his hands, left the alley, and raised his hand to shield his eyes from the evening sunlight.

He walked toward the nearby Witch Academy.

The setting sun gradually sank, dyeing the skyline a brilliant orange-red.

The afterglow spilled over the streets, casting long shadows.

It was almost time for school to let out.

Lin Lue had come for two reasons: first, to pick up Lin Xue’er and Ye Beiming and take them home; second, to discuss Ye Beiming’s tuition with the principal of the Witch Academy.

Lin Lue kept his word.

If one day Ye Beiming’s family came looking for her and tried to take her away…

Lin Lue snorted.

Want her?

That’ll cost extra.

Speaking of which, today was Ye Beiming’s first day of school in the Lower District.

Would the spoiled Upper District young lady get used to it?

Would she be bullied?

And his sister, how was her day? Was she bullied?

Anyway, he would ask Tang Xinxin about it when he saw her.

“…”

Lin Lue stood in front of the imposing main gate of the Witch Academy and stared for a good while.

He turned and left.

He circled to the back of the academy, found that familiar wall, and with agile movements, climbed over the wall in a few quick motions, leaping lightly into the grounds.

This time, his luck was good.

He didn’t end up landing on a petite loli wearing cream-colored white silk stockings, with long straight hair and a small hat, less than 1.4 meters tall, like last time.

Most of the teachers in the academy already recognized him.

Walking through the main gate was certainly possible.

But as a man, swaggering into a Witch Academy full of girls could easily be misunderstood if an outsider saw him, making him seem like he was going in to be gawked at.

The thought made Lin Lue’s scalp tingle.

After weighing the options, climbing the wall was still the best.

The surroundings were quiet, with no one patrolling… as if this place was specially kept for him.

Lin Lue understood.

Tang Xinxin, as the principal, was a responsible person, and he had somewhat figured out her temperament.

Such a big loophole was exactly the “convenient passage” she had deliberately left for him.

Lin Lue had just taken a step.

The system began to flood.

[Magic Power Points +1]

“…”

Lin Lue: “???”

Seeing the rapidly flashing pop-ups, Lin Lue raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, and then walked straight toward Principal Tang Xinxin’s office.

Last time he came in, the system had no reaction.

Now with such intense flooding, and since the strongest person in the entire Witch Academy was definitely Tang Xinxin…

The situation was clear.

Something had gone wrong with Tang Xinxin.

That was why such a massive amount of magic power was leaking out.

Since he had run into such good fortune, Lin Lue naturally wouldn’t be polite.

He would absorb a wave of it like a parasite.

Lin Lue took a deep breath.

Lin Lue wanted to comment on how truly sweet the air was.

Lin Lue wasn’t going crazy; it was just that he was very sensitive to magic power.

Air rich in magic power really did smell sweet.

Milky scent.

But Lin Lue was afraid that if he said it out loud, two female students might randomly spawn from the nearby bushes, and under their shocked gaze as if looking at a pervert, he would be so mortified he could dig up another Witch Academy.

“…”

Inside the principal’s office.

It was in complete disarray.

A violent magic power storm raged within the office.

Countless objects—desks, chairs, books, ornaments—flew uncontrollably in the air.

Papers were caught by the gale, fluttering noisily, scattering everywhere.

The entire office was a mess.

Hovering silently in midair was a petite figure.

Tang Xinxin held a soft white pillow, her eyes closed.

She wore an exquisite little hat that was firmly attached to the side of her head, completely undisturbed by the storm.

Her silver-white hair fell softly, very long, wrapping around her white-silk-clad calves, each strand glowing with a soft luster.

Her long lashes trembled lightly like butterfly wings, casting faint shadows.

Her small red lips were slightly parted, exhaling thin, warm breaths.

She opened her eyes, revealing magnificent and calm violet irises, then quickly closed them again.

Her purple-and-white skirt was lifted by the magic power, revealing a pair of slender, straight calves wrapped in white silk stockings, barefoot.

Her delicate little feet had a faint strawberry-pink hue.

Near the door, pressed against the wall, a tall woman in a sharp black business dress with gold-rimmed glasses had a pale face.

Murong Xiuxiu, as the academy’s second-strongest combatant and an Eighth-rank Witch, was exerting all her strength, barely withstanding this storm caused by Tang Xinxin’s out-of-control magic power overflow.

Her arms were tense, held in front of her, as she condensed her magic power into a protective barrier.

But it was of little use.

Her arms were already sore and numb from the violent magic power shocks, and the barrier was covered in cracks, denser than a spider’s web.

Murong Xiuxiu was bitter.

As an Eighth-rank Witch, she was very strong.

But in front of Tang Xinxin, she was no different from those papers fluttering in the air.

Within that petite body lay a mass of magic power dozens or even hundreds of times greater than her own.

Was that old saying true—

“Good things come in small packages”?

Top-talented witches absorb magic power much faster than ordinary people and cultivate at an incredible speed.

They become masters before their bodies have even developed… prone to being stuck in a loli form?

Murong Xiuxiu let her mind wander.

Were all the reclusive top witches little lolis?

Murong Xiuxiu was distracting herself, otherwise, she couldn’t calm her heart.

…Damn it! I’ll just fight these freaks!

“Principal! Principal, please calm down!”

Of course, Murong Xiuxiu was just grumbling internally.

She was struggling to maintain her protective barrier, her voice torn apart by the gale.

Tang Xinxin, still hovering in the air, kept her eyes closed without opening them.

But a soft, sweet voice rang in Murong Xiuxiu’s ear.

“Sorry, you should leave here first.”

“The magic power within me is now too abundant. I’ve accumulated so much that I can barely suppress it anymore. It’s completely out of control.”

Hearing this, the corner of Murong Xiuxiu’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.

She found these words too humblebragging.

She cultivated day and night, exerting all her effort to absorb magic power, yet still felt that her magic power could never be filled.

Advancing to Ninth-rank Witch seemed distant.

But this little principal was troubled by having too much magic power, causing an overflow and loss of control.

Comparing oneself to others is truly infuriating!