So here’s the question: how do the kids actually handle their business?
Their own rooms don’t have toilets, so to relieve themselves, they have to leave the storage room.
But in the end, Feini didn’t ask any more questions—after all, as long as she didn’t soil her room, that was fine.
She was exhausted, so she lay down on her bed and decided to take a nap first.
……
When Feini woke up, she headed straight to class, only to be caught by the ambushing Qingshamu.
“I’ll ask you one last time. Do you know who the Northern Demon King really is?” Qingshamu asked coldly.
“Shijietang Simon,” Feini answered without hesitation.
“That’s impossible. I’ve observed Simon’s abilities—her true form is a fire-breathing Demonic Beast. But the Northern Demon King is a Red Dragon, born with innate magic suppression. It can’t use dragon breath magic, instead gaining incredibly powerful physical strength,” Qingshamu threatened viciously.
“You can’t not know the Northern Demon King’s true identity. The Parasite Demon Sword’s first choice is a strong body. Are you still trying to fool me?”
“Believe it or not,” Feini mocked.
Qingshamu grabbed Feini’s collar with one hand, glaring fiercely, but after a moment, she had no choice but to let go.
She tossed the Beast Detector Box back at Feini without a word, putting on a cold facade before turning and leaving.
In the end, they parted on bad terms.
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The hard days passed one by one.
Feini worked herself to the bone every day, barely able to provide meals for herself and her mother and sister.
But she felt her days were fulfilling, even if her body was useless at everything except being tough-skinned and resilient to hardship.
No matter how exhausted her body was, as long as she slept and ate a Ruby Burger, she’d be fully restored.
Feini also had to take the risk daily, helping Qingshamu hide the Beast Detector Box under the dining table to secretly collect intel.
This thing was like a small radar. After gathering information, it needed to be decrypted, but the cracking process was agonizingly slow.
On the surface, Qingshamu had already severed ties with Feini, only contacting her privately.
This way, if a mission failed someday, Qingshamu had an excuse to say it had nothing to do with her—that Feini did it all on her own.
There was one more thing: Feini was no longer protected by anyone and often got picked on by the delinquent girls in class.
“Feini’s here!”
“Late again? Did you go hit on some guy?”
“Hehe, so shady!”
Fortunately, most of it was just verbal abuse and spreading rumors.
Words didn’t faze Feini at all; after all, her soul was still very masculine.
But Feini always deliberately put on a pained expression, because that gave the bullies satisfaction, and once satisfied, they naturally dispersed, completely unaware they were being toyed with by her acting skills.
“Clack clack!”
As soon as school ended, the delinquent girls would put an iron bucket lid on Feini’s head and run off, their prank a success.
That was their most violent tactic.
But the real problem came afterward…
“Feini, you okay? Why don’t you come to my dorm? My bed’s big, round, and super comfortable.”
After driving off a few delinquent girls, a few rogue boys appeared, speaking slickly. Feini’s looks were pretty good, after all.
This was what disgusted Feini the most—she almost felt like vomiting.
“No time. Please move aside.” Feini stood up, took off the iron bucket, placed it aside, and skirted around the front door to leave the classroom.
“Bitch! How dare you reject me? You’ll regret this!” The gang leader yelled after her.
Goosebumps rose on Feini’s skin. Being insulted by delinquent girls was almost a reward, but being harassed by sleazy perverts was truly disgusting. She hurried away to work.
But whenever she reached a deserted spot…
Qingshamu would appear like a ghost.
Feini said nothing, her expression cold. Those who understood knew—she took the box from Qingshamu and left.
Qingshamu watched her retreating figure, wanting to say something but unsure what.
Since they had fallen out last time, they basically hadn’t communicated.
Their relationship was purely one of use and being used.
Feini’s eyes no longer held any emotion. In her gaze, Qingshamu was a presence she loathed even more than her bullies.
“I’m doing this for the greater good.”
Of course, Qingshamu still used the same excuse to soothe her conscience.
The Parasite Demon Sword was an evil, monstrous Demonic Beast—deserved to die.
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Today in class, another major event happened.
The results from the last physical fitness test were out, and the God and Demon Academy awarded all students a symbolic tie representing their status.
Students with average strength received a green tie, marking them as [Ordinary Students].
Those with excellent ability received a blue tie, representing [Excellent Students].
Then there were two special tie colors.
A deep red tie symbolized [Special Excellent Students]. Usually, there were only two such elite students per class.
In our class, there was only one: Qingshamu Ailuma.
She had cleaved the Blackstone of Trial with a single sword, her strength far surpassing other Demonic Beast apprentices.
Besides her, two students earned a special golden tie.
These ties were given only to powerful and mysterious upper-rank species members, known as [Privileged Students].
They were Shijietang Simon and Xueyuedai Emma.
However, apart from these four tie colors, there was one more special tie color—only Feini LuoluoluoSi had the qualification to wear it.
It was a pitch-black, matte tie awarded only to terrifying little Demonic Beasts, the [Inferior Students] tie.
This one was hopeless for life.
The whole class laughed heartily at this joke, creating a great atmosphere.
Only Qingshamu was extremely displeased with the mood, but she usually wore a scowl, so no one cared. It fit her character perfectly.
Feini, on the other hand, didn’t mind at all, looking like a dumbfounded fool as she wore her black tie. Free is free, after all.
After class, she went to deliver food, living an honest life.
……
Anyway, Shijietang and the others always ate at the same benches every day. Feini could come early to hide the Beast Detector Box under the table.
“What are you doing?”
Suddenly, a wise, magnetic voice came from behind.
Feini froze all over, thinking “this is bad,” and awkwardly turned around.
There stood Xueyuedai holding a fan half in front of her face, her eyes squinting into a line. Feini could feel her suspicious gaze.
“I was just passing by,” Feini feigned calm and gave a perfunctory reply before trying to leave.
Xueyuedai’s eyes opened slightly—fox-like, cunning red pupils.
Feini’s heart sank even further.
“I advise you to show up less in front of Shijietang,” Xueyuedai threatened. “We don’t welcome you.”
“I’ll be more careful in the future,” Feini replied humbly, secretly relieved. She thought she hadn’t been discovered.
What she didn’t know was that after Feini left, Xueyuedai found the Beast Detector Box under the table where Feini had just bent down.
Looks like Feini’s going to have a hard time again!