Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

Chapter 407 He encountered a low-probability event

Knowing the outcome, the person moved their lips but said nothing.

He had heard that it was not easy to get into the Moe Academy. After passing through layers of exams, there were still many internal assessments. If you failed the assessments several times, you would face expulsion.

If students are held to high standards, then teachers are even more so.

Moreover—

I glanced at the person who was handling business for a while and touching the gold coins for a while.

The books on the table were rarely touched throughout the day, and even if the timeframe were extended by several decades, he really couldn't believe she could pass the exam.

A few days later, she threw the books that were on display on the table into a corner, saying they were in the way.

Miya Xing asked her, "Have you decided to give up your teaching license and take the cleaning certificate exam instead?"

Currently, it's also difficult to get in as a cleaner at Moe Academy.

But it's easier than being a teacher.

"Of course not." She glanced at the documents Xu Jinzhao handed her, a relaxed and confident look on her face. "What else do I need to learn? With my magical abilities, how could I possibly fail to obtain a simple teaching license?"

Miya Xing hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

It's not just that they haven't studied it; they don't even understand what the teacher's license exam entails.

Is her dislike of studying in the future related to the harsh pressure she faced while working as an undercover agent?

She noticed something in his expression, and a fleeting look of guilt crossed her face before she regained her composure: "I've been busy with the Dark Clan these past few days, how could I have had time to look at any licenses!?"

Being a qualified Dark Lord is indeed not easy.

The woman he knew a little further back only cared about lying around and having fun, leaving everything else to Mingmo.

Sometimes it's also night.

In very rare cases, it will be a soul summoning.

It was never gloomy.

"Mmm," Miya Xing replied perfunctorily, casually changing the subject, "I saw a green light falling from the sky today, was it some kind of magical experiment?"

From a great distance, he vaguely felt that the green light looked somewhat familiar.

After thinking about it, I realized it probably wasn't.

However, he also knew perfectly well that the Dark Clan did not have the celestial phenomenon of green specks of light appearing in the sky.

Even the Dark Emperor couldn't make this noise.

"Green light?" Finding these words utterly uninteresting, Huangwu yawned. "What magic experiment? You've got it wrong."

"I rested well, my eyes are not blurry, and I wore glasses."

He wasn't as perceptive to energy as she was, and he was going to ask her about it, but unfortunately she was called to a meeting by the Dark Emperor.

"Hmm? The green light in the sky..." He stroked his chin and pondered for a while, then stared at the paper in his hand for a long time before suddenly sitting up straight.

Miya Xing watched as she spoke to Xu Jinzhao, and a clear look of surprise appeared on the usually expressionless face of Xu Jinzhao. Then, as usual, she respectfully withdrew.

"What's wrong?" It doesn't look like good news.

What's bad for the Dark Clan is often a great thing for the Quark Clan.

But this time...

“You Quark people,” Huangwu lay back down, a half-smile on his face, “seem to be kicking your own allies when they’re down.”

Such discourse was extremely niche among the Quark people who lived two hundred years into the new calendar.

She ordered him to pour water and prepare magic drinks, giving him no chance to ask any further questions.

Not long after, Xu Jinzhao returned and handed her a few sheets of paper.

After glancing at it, Xu Jinzhao left again without making any other move.

The elder ring, which she hadn't seen for a long time, reappeared before her. She held it between her index finger and thumb, rolling it back and forth as she examined it closely: "Does your council of elders allow elders with mind-reading abilities to be in the same room with them?"

"of course."

With magical artifacts as a safeguard, colleagues don't need to worry about being mind-read by him.

"Indeed, the ring couldn't be more real." There was a hint of sarcasm in the voice.

This sudden and inexplicable change made Miya Xing feel extremely uncomfortable.

He often engaged in cryptic exchanges with others—this was unavoidable when establishing diplomatic relations and signing contracts with other magical races.

But when this all-too-familiar feeling appeared on her, Miya Xing always felt a kind of stressful irritation.

"what happens?"

He leaned closer to look at the paper in her hand, but the other person neither stopped him nor handed it to him.

Before he could see what was on the screen, a force struck his waist, making him dizzy. When he came to his senses, he found himself falling into her arms.

You can piece together what happened without much thought.

Has the injury fully healed? Using magic again.

Did I drink the wrong potion?

What happened to the Dark Emperor while she was having a normal meeting?

"Don't just stand there!" She adjusted his glasses, her voice full of delight. "Look, your great-grandfather caused a scene at the elders' council and got expelled."

His frustration subsided considerably; she hadn't been lying to him.

"What should we do, Miya Xing? You've lost someone you could turn to, and it seems like you can only rely on me here."

Sometimes, without mind-reading abilities, he really has a hard time guessing what kind of nonsense she's thinking.

“I would never have gone to seek refuge with him in the first place.”

He was telling the truth.

Even his great-grandfather didn't know him.

His mind-reading ability is not necessarily superior to his.

It would be better to seek refuge with Elder Pikachu than with his great-grandfather.

"Aren't you worried?"

"do not worry."

He was simply devastated and went back to inherit the family fortune.

To be more precise, it's about enjoying the family fortune that his grandfather had managed for him.

He only started worrying about this after he had eaten too much.

Uncomfortable in this position, Miya Xing struggled to get up.

Not permitted.

"No need to use any tricks, I'll just take it as you playing hard to get."

The vines sprouted again.

At such close range, he always felt that she would grab his neck at any moment.

Every time I was pinched, it felt terrible.

She was truly intent on killing him.

"Your magic hasn't recovered yet, so use less magic." Teacher Da Tiantian always liked to tell the freshmen how disobedient they were back then, but they had no idea what she was like now. "You're not as tall as me, so it must be uncomfortable for you."

“It’s okay,” she obediently replied, only listening to half of what he said. “I’m not upset, but you’re the one who’s upset.”

The vines retracted; she didn't pinch him, nor did she place her hand on his neck or face.

However, the feeling of having one's waist tightly wrapped around is also not very pleasant.

"Aren't you going to keep watching?"

I tried to convince myself to accept her intermittent bouts of madness and to focus my attention on the paper: "What else?"

He didn't want to know too much about his elders' past. He already knew that there were some things he shouldn't be curious about.

"There's a 'strange phenomenon from the sky' that might interest you."