The hero's gender is yet to be determined after rebirth.

Lorenwei chuckled inwardly; the inspectors had indeed arrived. A crucial part of the proposal awaited them.

She despised this kind of inspector from the bottom of her heart; she had no good impression of him from the other world. He's always shouting about education needing to do XXX, but anyone who believes him is a complete idiot…

Upon hearing Lorenwei's refusal, the receptionist looked embarrassed: "Miss Lorenwei, would you please reconsider?"

“No need to think about it. By the way, the inspector doesn’t have any coins, does he? Did he give you any silver coins? No, right? He didn’t even pay you, so you definitely can’t sell it,” Lorenwei said. “I’m just running a small business here. Do you expect me to come here and eat and drink for free?”

Kurara gently nudged her shoulder, but seeing that Lorenwei didn't respond, she let it go.

She didn't even care about a mere inspector, let alone Lorenwei.

Lorenwei could certainly have avoided this conflict with the inspector, but out of her disgust for that organization in the other world, she felt a secret satisfaction in confronting them. How could she waste her reborn identity?

The receptionist was disappointed and went back empty-handed.

Despite his best efforts to explain, the inspector remained angry.

"Who is Lorenwei?" The inspector was surprised to hear that someone dared to use her presence as an excuse to deny priority access to milk tea.

He questioned her, his belly protruding.

The receptionist explained, "The daughter of the great sage Jansen and Cardinal Ethers..."

"..." The inspector didn't say anything more and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Soon, after Lorenwei and the others finished their afternoon free class and returned to the milk tea shop, a supervisory order was issued.

[Gatherings of large numbers of students outside of classroom areas without prior authorization are prohibited. Groups exceeding fifty people require application processing.]

This is the restriction order on milk tea shops.

"Boss Lorenwei, the Imperial Oversight is bullying us!"

"It must have been that inspector from this afternoon who caused this trouble!"

The employees at the bubble tea shop were furious. The shop rules included a commission system; employees received bonuses for good sales. Now that the bubble tea shop was so popular, they were already thinking about how high their commissions should be.

"Trying to restrict our bubble tea shop with educational safety directives? Heh heh o(*￣︶￣*)o Dream on." Lorenwei chuckled inwardly: Actually, the academy could completely ignore the Empire's regulatory directives, but this was an opportunity to create hype in the plan.

Kurara sighed, "This is revenge on us."

Lorenwei waved a folded piece of paper: "I thought of this possibility a long time ago. Here, there's a brocade pouch. Take a look."

Lorenwei took out the "Pretentious Tips" she had written in class and handed them to Kula first.

"You actually came up with a plan?" Kurala unfolded the folded brocade pouch, which was actually just a piece of paper, and said with relief, "It's good that you're prepared."

Lorenwei said confidently, "Don't worry, the purchase limit will only make milk tea even more in high demand and sell better."

Soon, the students who bought milk tea heard about the restrictions.

"No way?"

"How can you do this?!"

The students were furious.

But soon, they heard about the academy's support.

The academy has launched a purchasing agent program, with the academy sending tea delivery specialists. Students who are interested in earning some extra money can also become purchasing agents.

At the same time, the cash ban on student-owned shops was lifted, allowing silver coin transactions at milk tea shops, meaning that students can now purchase items directly with cash without needing school coins.

This was actually a premeditated excuse by the academy to make money off the aristocratic students. After all, aristocratic students have extremely high spending power, and milk tea could become an excellent way for aristocrats to socialize.

The student union also issued a call to action: In order to resist unreasonable and authoritarian regulation, we hope that all students will support Vivi Milk Tea Shop!

Where there is oppression, there is resistance! The students responded enthusiastically to the student council's call.

I wasn't planning on buying milk tea, but I ended up trying it all this time.

Moreover, in response to the lockdown order, the bubble tea shop quickly announced: a buy-one-get-one-half-price offer for the second cup within seven days!

"It feels like it hurts us singles..." Many students felt this way.

But soon a rumor began to circulate.

Outside the bubble tea shop, you can wait under the cherry blossom tree for someone to buy bubble tea with, sharing a discount for buying two cups together. Boys can also offer to buy it for girls, who can choose to accept or decline – essentially a proposal under the cherry blossom tree.

Many beautiful women who admire handsome men can wait under the tree to buy milk tea together.

The area in front of the bubble tea shop was packed with people, and the school guards did little more than maintain order and did not disperse the large crowds.

From then on, the milk tea culture gradually flourished within the academy.

After dinner, Lorenwei went to Bordonna's first office to discuss the operation of the milk tea shop further; she planned to be a sole shareholder.

Bordonna was not there, but the eunuch recognized Lorenve and asked her to wait in the office for a while.

Bored, Lorenwei wandered around the office and unexpectedly discovered a small secret room.

Inside the secret room, there were no treasures, but rather some precious books and a special notebook.

The notebook was filled with densely handwritten research notes. Lorenwei glanced at it curiously, and the words on it immediately made her pupils dilate: [Analysis of the qualitative principles of the Seville people…]

Chapter 101: Why is it always a woman? The key to defining the Seville ethnicity.

This small, secret room was located to the side of the screen. If it weren't for Lorenwei's penchant for tinkering with the strange and unusual, and her dedication to studying knowledge similar to Qimen Dunjia in this world, it would have been difficult to discover.

The bookshelves in the secret room were filled with many books, which were more attractive than the books that Kurara had seen on the bookshelves in the small villa office. For example, there were books such as "The Secret History of Assassins", "The Eighteen Techniques of the Subduing Woman - The Ultimate Skill of Saint Elena", "How to Find the Son of the Holy Son and Marry the Daughter of the Holy Maiden", and "From Empire to Federation - The Biography of Leia". Each of them was very appealing.

But none of that matters in the face of a notebook.

"Qualitative Analysis of the Serbian People..."

Such notes immediately caught Lorenwei's eye.

She quickly looked around, even carefully sensing the surroundings, and indeed there were no fluctuations of monitoring magic.

Lorenwei cautiously circled the table where the notes were placed before taking out a glove from her spatial ring and touching the notes while wearing the glove.

She was worried that this was a trap.

Having been tricked by Bordona before, she was afraid of falling into her own trap.

In fact, Lorenwei was overly cautious; this notebook truly is an authentic record of research that has not been falsified.

The contents of the notes appear to be Bordona's personal notes after her breakup.

First, she vehemently criticized why such bizarre biological characteristics exist. It is clear that Bordonna was greatly misled by Ethers. However, this is not her diary after all. After a few words, she began to objectively analyze the characteristics of the Seville people who were classified as teenagers at the age of 16.

According to the notes, Bordona had clearly researched a lot of information and even consulted many people in the know.

However, people of Seville descent are extremely rare, perhaps even few on the entire continent. Bordonna's notes are a compilation of information she gathered over several years after her heartbreak.

[During the pre-estrus phase, people of Seville descent may experience symptoms similar to those of estrus, such as thirst, fatigue, rapid heartbeat, glazed eyes, body heat, and a strong urge to hug everyone they see.]

At this time, the Sevi people also possess a great charm; both men and women exhibit qualities that are very attractive to others.

The basis for classifying a person's physical identity lies in kissing, and this classification changes depending on the kisser. Generally, if the kisser is male, the person is classified as female. If the kisser is female, the person is classified as male.

However, according to summaries, for nearly a century, the Sevi people seem to have been cursed, with their gender being strangely assigned as female at the age of sixteen.

[Currently available records: (1) Vitara kissed a cross-dressing man at the Flower Festival, leading to her being identified as female.]

[(2) Vitara's descendant, Sevi, kissed the saint Elena, and was surprisingly identified as female!]

[(3) Ivy, a descendant of Sylvia, kissed the son of the handsome young man from the Saint Show, who is classified as female.]

[(4) Ivy's descendant, Iserlohn, kissed that damned perverted Jansen who dressed as a woman at the Flower Festival! Naturally, she is classified as female.]

Lorenwei noticed a problem: the second item raised a significant question—why was the woman still identified as a virgin after being kissed? Fortunately, the subsequent records were quite clear:

[According to Vitara's drunken remark, his ancestors said that to be identified as male, one must engage in a deep, tongue-kissing kiss, allowing the body to fully experience the feminine yin energy of the other person; otherwise, the body will spontaneously identify as female, the means of procreation.]

[Therefore, it is evident that the key to the Seville people's ability to be identified as male lies in: a deep, prolonged French kiss, allowing the body to experience the feminine essence of the loved one, in order to activate male transformation!]

Actually, the preceding data was all compiled, and the conclusion is drawn in the last paragraph. Simply put, as long as you don't wet kiss a girl for a long time, the Serbian will turn into a girl!

In programming terms, unless you're doing a long, wet kiss with a girl, fast forward to: you become the girl!

Lorenwei read this passage several times.

Goodness, thank goodness I saw this note, or something terrible would have happened! When it comes time to determine my identity two years from now, I need to be wary of cross-dressing men, make sure the girl I'm kissing doesn't resist or suffocate, and avoid being disturbed by others…

Seems a bit too difficult, and easy to fail? That way, I might end up with a big bust, a slim waist, and long legs...

Pshaw! No need to make promises you can't keep! Lorenwei shook her head.

Then, following the notes was a bunch of incoherent, emotionally charged words from Bordonna. Lorenwei quickly skipped over them, and saw that only a few important paragraphs remained:

[During the Serbian characterization process, the body undergoes complete reconstruction. The fact that Serbian characterizers later recounted experiencing significant pain and that their original wounds disappeared serves as evidence.]

[Once this classification is finalized, the Sevi tribe's martial and magical abilities will both increase dramatically, propelling them directly into the ranks of top-tier fighters.]

Lorenwei was quite interested in this.

Although I am outstanding among my peers now, I haven't felt any significant improvement for a long time. I never thought that I could improve after I stabilized my personality.

Lorenwei flipped through the notes again and again, finding mostly other comments from Bordonna about various complaints.

It seems this notebook isn't a trap after all.

After confirming that she had gained nothing else, Lorenwei restored the notebook to its original state. She glanced wistfully at the other books on the shelf before leaving the secret room.

Don't be greedy. Since it's a locked room, it's easy for someone to trap you inside.

Lorenwei could imagine all sorts of locked-room scenarios. What if some burly guy barged in? Her hole was too small... Pshaw! I'll revert to my hero form in three minutes, and who knows who'll beat whom then!

But what if Bordonna rushes in and traps him in the secret room? Should he give up struggling? Or should he give up struggling? Or should he give up struggling?

Lorenwei closed the secret room, put away her gloves, and sat back down in her office, her mind still wandering.

After waiting a while, Lorenwei glanced boredly at the coffee that was almost cold. The aroma was still there, but she didn't dare to drink it. She had witnessed Jason's painful lesson firsthand.

After a while, Bordona returned: "Hey? You're here to see me again? This time the milk tea business is doing well, at least it didn't fail like the lipstick business. Your marketing ideas are really interesting."

"Who says lipstick is a failure? It'll be popular sooner or later, and it'll make more money than milk tea. It's definitely a sure-fire way to make money, it just takes time," Lorenwei retorted stubbornly. Of course, she couldn't be stubborn about anything else.

"By the way, the Black Robe Organization has backed down, paying the academy 2000 magic crystals in compensation and promising not to operate within the academy."

“Your power is quite formidable,” Lorenwei said in surprise.

"Of course, having been able to survive in the Fate Empire for so many years, why would we be afraid of a mysterious organization?" Bordona sat in her office chair, crossed her sexy legs, and waved her hand proudly. "By the way, I've been watching your performance these past few days. Your strength completely surpasses that of a first-year student. Have you considered skipping a grade?"

Lorenwei was taken aback: "I skipped a grade? I've only been in school for less than a week, haven't I?"