“Whew!”
As soon as the words left her lips, a gust of fierce wind howled from behind her.
Yet the back of Shijietang’s head seemed to have eyes, triggering an automatic counterattack.
She spun around abruptly, gathering force, and unleashed a blazing Enflamed Fist.
“Bang!”
The powerful strike collided violently in the corridor.
“Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!”
The ferocious impact shattered every glass window along the corridor.
Looking closely, it turned out that the one making a move was that mysterious hooded transfer student.
After being scolded, she had launched herself into an elbow strike at Shijietang, but was blocked by the Enflamed Fist.
But for some reason, when her Enflamed Fist met that elbow strike, its power diminished sharply? She couldn’t land a single magical blow.
“Half-Dragon, you’re looking for death!”
Even Shijietang rarely lost her temper, unable to accept being suppressed by a Half-Dragon hybrid.
“Huff, huff, huff!”
The hooded transfer student said nothing, simply launching a relentless chain of elbow strikes.
“You—?”
Shijietang could only feel hatred pouring off the screen; in front of her, even her own contempt seemed insignificant.
This girl genuinely wanted to elbow her to death.
Clearly, this was only their first meeting.
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Inside the conference room, Haime President and guard Weima Ana Aru watched Shijietang’s departing figure, their smiles slowly fading.
Because, as old hands at this, they could see right through what she was thinking.
They knew this woman would never just sit and wait to be dealt with.
“She’s not afraid of you,” said Weima Ana Aru.
“That’s right, she’s not scared of my Dragon’s Might.” Haime President sat back down, thought for a few seconds, then said coldly, “Help me contact the Martial Arts Club president.”
“Aren’t I supposed to take over the Tea Ceremony Society?” Weima Ana Aru asked with a smile.
“Go if you’re not afraid of dying. The Martial Arts Club has surely held a grudge against that girl for a long time. I want to join forces with them to teach this young one a lesson, let them learn what it means to respect their seniors.” A cold, scheming smile crept over Haime President’s face.
This was the true nature of the Red Dragon.
Their clan was able to crush the other Ancient Dragon Clans in numbers not because of overwhelming strength, but because the Red Dragons were notoriously cunning.
But as they chatted, a sudden crash from outside startled them both.
They rushed out of the conference room to take a look, only to find Shijietang in a brawl with someone.
“Stop! Stop! No more fighting! Witch Instructor? What on earth is going on?” Haime of Orange shouted to halt them.
“Stop, Little Black.” The Faceless Witch spoke up.
Only then did the mysterious hooded transfer student withdraw, returning to the Faceless Witch’s side.
Seeing them protect each other, Shijietang could no longer maintain even a fake smile.
She swept them all with a cold glance, said nothing more, and turned away with a vicious expression.
Because, in her eyes, this Dragon Servant who’d ambushed her had to be following Haime’s orders, purposely lying in wait outside to give her a taste of humiliation.
This was her first time being made a fool of in public—unforgivable. She no longer bothered hiding her wolfish ambitions.
Between dragons, there could be no reconciliation—there must be a victor. Two dragons cannot share one mountain; this was fate.
But this time, she’d truly misunderstood the President.
Many Tea Party members had come to watch after hearing the commotion. Seeing Shijietang storm off in fury, they all knew things wouldn’t be peaceful for a while.
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Shijietang went outside to meet up with the Golden Fang Beast Sisters, and they left together.
Yeqi and Lianjian had never seen Shijietang so angry before and didn’t dare ask too many questions for the moment.
“Yeqi, help me notify Xueyuedai, as well as Qingshamu and Feini. We, the roommates of Room 302, need to sit down and have a talk,” Shijietang said coldly.
“Feini? Should we call that Weapon Demon too?” Yeqi asked.
“She’s not the point—the focus is that transfer student. If you call Feini, the transfer student who’s always with her will surely come too,” Shijietang explained.
“Understood.” Yeqi hurried off.
“Boss, what are you planning?” Lianjian asked.
“The Senior Students think we’re developing too fast and want to suppress us. I’m preparing to unite all the Freshman Experts to resist,” Shijietang revealed her plan.
“Good, good, good.” Lianjian immediately grinned. After all, as a Fierce Beast, she was a natural battle maniac.
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The perspective shifted back to the Tea Party’s senior building, inside the President’s office.
“Faceless Instructor, please have a seat.” Haime of Orange offered a bitter smile. “But why did you have to cause such a big stir as soon as you arrived?”
“Haime President, long time no see. I should have notified you in advance of my reason for coming today,” the Faceless Witch greeted her.
“I know. The child you wanted to introduce to me is this one?” Haime looked toward the mysterious hooded transfer student.
She stood a full 1.8 meters tall—a veritable giant among girl students.
She wore only a shirt with her uniform, no jacket, but instead had on a large hoodie, hands in pockets, an utterly arrogant air about her.
“To show such disrespect in front of the President? Take off your hood!” Weima Ana Aru barked angrily.
“Heh.” The mysterious transfer student sneered, completely unmoved, standing ramrod straight.
“You…” Weima Ana Aru assumed a fighting stance, clearly preparing to teach this brat a lesson.
“Enough, let’s skip these tired old tests. You’ve just seen her strength. She can go a few rounds with Shijietang, and I know you’re short on talent right now, so I brought her here. If you don’t want her, I’ll take her to the Martial Arts Club.”
The Faceless Witch raised her hand impatiently, seeing through the Tea Party’s little tricks.
After all, Weima Ana Aru was obviously picking a fight, trying to test the mysterious transfer student’s strength.
“Don’t go, don’t go, Faceless Instructor, no rush—have some tea and snacks first.”
Haime of Orange hurried to play the good cop, personally brewing two cups of tea to entertain the Faceless Witch and the mysterious transfer student.
At the sight of snacks, the mysterious transfer student immediately became noticeably better-behaved.
“You should have noticed by now, right? She’s a hybrid,” the Faceless Witch sipped her tea. “That’s also why I came to you first. Otherwise, I’d have taken her straight to the Martial Arts Club.”
“I can see that. She’s a Half-Dragon. I can take her in, but I want to know her origin. Besides us Red Dragons, who else still has the technology to create Dragon Servants?” Haime of Orange asked.
“I can’t say… Actually, I don’t know. She doesn’t know either. I don’t know much about your Ancient Dragons, and your secrets are hidden even deeper than ours, the Witches. Investigate for yourself—but don’t bully her. The eyes of the Witches are always watching you,” the Faceless Witch replied.
“I understand.” Haime nodded, forcing a smile.
“Little Black, you’ll stick with them for a while,” the Faceless Witch said, patting the mysterious transfer student on the head, before vanishing on the spot.
“Got it.” Little Black nodded.
“Child, what’s your name?” Haime asked.
She tossed her head back, draining the hot tea in a single gulp, and at the same time threw off her hood.
A cascade of black hair tinged with dark blue tumbled out—what a devilishly cold and handsome face.
Sword-like brows and bright, starry eyes lent her a delicate beauty, but her gaze carried the lazy, nonchalant air of a big eater who didn’t care for anything, giving her an unruly charm, yet with an innocent undertone.
Such a cool yet righteous aura was always a hit with the little sisters, especially when paired with those strong, slender fingers.
Tsk tsk tsk~
This look alone would make her a top-tier boss character in any yuri visual novel.
“My name is Kurosaki.”