“Wryyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!”
Bright and early, Xia Ye was jolted awake by a bizarre scream.
Face still foggy with sleep, the girl looked around at these unfamiliar surroundings.
Sure enough—it hadn’t been a dream…
There was still a weight in her chest, but after last night’s release she felt a good deal better.
She sat up to work the stiffness out of her bones and discovered a white blanket sliding off of her.
So far in this world she knew only one person—Mir—with Asiya just barely counting as a second.
So there was no need to guess who had tucked her in.
Her face went faintly red—not from any flutter of the heart, but from the fear that Mir had seen her crying the night before.
And no telling how that guy had even gotten in, or when.
Rubbing her eyes, Xia Ye went to the bathroom, splashed water on her face, and then set out to see what was going on outside.
The instant she opened her door, Xia Ye saw two hulking men, each around 1.9 meters tall, brawling down below, with a blue-haired cat-eared girl frantically trying to break it up beside them, and a whole crowd of gawkers ringed around to watch the show.
“ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!!!”
“MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA!!!”
“Stop it! Stop it right now! Would you two quit fighting already!”
???
What on earth is going on?
One of the two trading blows was a purple-haired, beast-eared bruiser—feline, by the look of him—and the other a blond, pointy-eared bruiser of some race she couldn’t place.
The scene looked for all the world like two strongmen fighting over a beautiful woman.
Just then Mir came sauntering up out of nowhere:
“What’s this about?
Why are you two at it again?”
Spotting Mir, the blond bruiser jabbed a furious finger at the purple-haired one: “This bastard actually ate sweet douhua for breakfast!
A heretic like him should be dragged out and shot for a solid hour!”
“You savory-douhua-eating bastard dare call me a heretic?!
You who are filthier than frog piss!” The purple-haired bruiser fired right back, not to be outdone.
Xia Ye truly could not fathom what about this was worth two grown men brawling over first thing in the morning.
She turned her gaze to Mir—only to find him covering his face in exasperation as well.
“You two idiots can both go die! Douhua is only good spicy!” And with that, Mir hoisted up a road roller he’d produced from who-knows-where and threw himself into the fray.
“ROAD ROLLER DA!!!”
“ORA ORA ORA ORA!!!”
“Too late! This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
There’s no dodging it now!”
“MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA!!!”
“Wryyyyyyyyyy!!!”
“Stop it!
Stop it right now!
Would you all quit fighting already!”
Why is it like this?
Is there really not a single normal person in this whole academy?
Xia Ye covered her face, unable to keep watching, and began to wonder whether agreeing to Mir’s offer to join the academy had been the right call.
In the end all three were pried apart by a teacher who’d been watching from the sidelines for quite a while.
“Damn it—just you wait!” The purple-haired bruiser stalked off, cursing under his breath.
“I’m so sorry—our class monitor caused you all this trouble.” The blue-haired girl kept bowing apologies to the teacher who’d come to help, then—perhaps out of sheer embarrassment—covered her face and dashed off too.
With no more show to watch, the gawkers dispersed as well.
That blue-haired cat-eared girl looks kind of familiar.
Mir cupped his chin and thought hard, but for the life of him couldn’t recall where he’d seen her.
(Took the girl’s candy just yesterday, and today doesn’t even recognize her—people really do drop a face the moment it stops being useful.)
Never mind—if he couldn’t remember, it couldn’t have been important.
Mir curled his lip and straightened out the neck he’d slightly wrenched in the fight, just in time to catch sight of Xia Ye coming down the stairs.
“Morning!” Mir raised a hand in greeting.
Xia Ye gave a nod and called it a reply.
“Mir, who’s this girl? Is she a new member of our class?” The blond bruiser from before, seemingly having forgotten all the unpleasantness, asked Mir curiously.
Mir, likewise not one to dwell on a little scuffle, obligingly answered: “Yeah, I brought her back from the modern world yesterday.
Her name’s Xia Ye.”
“Oh, oh—hi there, Xia Ye!
I’m Ura, an elf.” Ura extended his right hand to her in a friendly way.
The girl sized up Ura’s brawny muscles and that hand big enough to palm her whole head.
You seriously expect me to believe this is one of those peace-loving, delicately handsome elves from the novels?
Though inwardly she was howling that Ura had clearly been born into the wrong body, outwardly the girl politely shook his hand:
“Xia Ye.
I’m a human.”
“How about I go call everyone out to meet Xia Ye?” Ura offered.
“No need. You lot made such a racket you woke us all up anyway.” The pretty-boy Carlo, who’d been watching from the side for a while, spat out a sunflower-seed husk and walked over.
Someone else had come over with him.
He was a red-haired young man with a rather sunny air, the kind who gave off the impression that “this guy is genuinely upright.”
“Welcome, Xia Ye. I’m Sak, a Malevolent Spirit subtype of the Spirit Race.” The sunny boy smiled warmly and shook Xia Ye’s hand in a friendly manner.
A malevolent spirit?
Xia Ye gave Sak a careful once-over.
Tell me he’s a knight of the light and I’d believe you.
“Is Vills not around?” Mir asked, puzzled.
“She went to help out at the library first thing this morning,” Sak replied.
“Never mind, then. Have you all had breakfast? I brought you some cabbage.” So saying, Mir produced the bag of cabbage Erin had forced on him.
“No thanks. We wouldn’t dare eat anything you pull out.” Carlo curled his lip.
That scornful attitude raised Mir’s eyebrow in mild irritation:
“What’s with the attitude?
When I tell you to eat, you eat—don’t forget I still owe you money!”
“You owe me money and you’ve still got the nerve to act this cocky?!” Carlo nearly coughed up blood at the sheer righteousness of Mir’s tone.
“bba made this. I didn’t slip anything extra in. If none of you want it, I’ll just throw it out.”
Carlo was still a little suspicious, but he took the bag of stir-fried cabbage anyway.
“Speaking of cabbage—you’ve obviously got to eat it with beer!” Ura pulled a few cans of beer from somewhere and shoved them at Carlo.
No one had the faintest idea how he’d arrived at that conclusion, but Carlo accepted the beer all the same.
“So then—how about we throw Xia Ye a welcome party once Vills gets back? I’ll perform my signature aerial splits.” Mir slung an arm around Xia Ye’s neck and made his proposal.
Carlo: “The aerial splits, no less!”
Ura: “The aerial splits, no less!”
Sak: “The aerial splits, no less!”
Xia Ye: “…”
Face full of distaste, the girl peeled Mir’s arm off her neck and murmured, “Is there…
not one normal person in this class?”
“You’re right—maybe the two of us are the only normal ones left in here.” Mir said it with the deadest of dead-fish eyes.
Xia Ye didn’t answer.
She simply shifted her gaze to that road roller, hammered clean out of shape.