I am a god-slayer, not your hero.

And aren't you part of a dating system?

It seems like all they know how to do is work with colors.

It's so low! It's way too low!

Forget it, I'll just have to figure it out myself.

Mingxian's thoughts raced as he analyzed the current situation.

Sylvia's decisiveness is on a completely different level from others. If he were to admit his feelings for her, he would probably launch a full-scale offensive. As for that blonde heiress fiancée...

She is making the world smile.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that Sylvia doesn't care at all whether she has a fiancée or not.

If all else fails, just snatch it.

She would only regret doing nothing because "the other person has a fiancée".

As expected of the world's number one diva, her efficiency is unmatched!

If you clearly express your dislike for her, Sylvia will choose to give up and not pester you further, but she will be unable to hold back her tears after returning home...

I'd really like to see the world's number one diva secretly wiping away tears.

The battle of love is truly complex!

Mingxian couldn't help but sigh inwardly, and then couldn't help but ask himself, did he like Sylvia?

I kind of like it.

The main thing is that she sings very well.

After listening to it, you might even want to record it and listen to it twice a day.

[Suggestion: Kiss her, unlock the CG right here, and teach this woman a lesson]

The system repeats its proposal.

Mingxian: "..."

Please, please don't make such a proposal that would kill even the most virtuous lovers during a relationship like this!

However, I really can't think of a better proposal.

Rather than...

Want to give it a try?

Try half of it.

"you……"

Sylvia parted her lips slightly, uttered only one word, and then stopped abruptly; the air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a slightly incredulous and unbelievable sob, that chilling face suddenly loomed closer, like a ghost in the dark, silently invading her world.

Sylvia's world seemed to stand still at that moment; time seemed to be gripped by an invisible giant hand, no longer flowing.

"Ugh...ugh...!"

She suddenly let out a miserable scream, her hands clenched into fists, like two small mountains, pressed tightly against Mingxian's body, her eyes flashing with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Push him away...

This thought was like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, brilliant but fleeting, before quickly disappearing into the endless darkness.

My heart was like a surging sea, turbulent and turbulent, both resisting this sudden intimacy and looking forward to further contact with him.

These conflicting emotions intertwined, making her feel as if her entire body was being pulled by invisible threads, unable to move forward or backward, only able to struggle in this delicate balance.

Sure enough, the only taste of this kind of thing is saliva.

It mainly depends on what the other person ate for their last meal.

and so……

It tastes like sugar and honey.

A faint aftertaste lingers on the lips and teeth, like a gentle breeze in early summer, softly caressing the heart, leaving one utterly intoxicated.

Sylvia Lunelheim, a girl of only seventeen, already has someone she likes.

Muster the courage to pursue your own happiness, just like a brave knight embarking on an unknown journey.

Right now, she is very happy. This happiness is like warm sunshine spreading all over her body, making her feel an unprecedented sense of peace and contentment.

The air began to flow again, carrying a slight warmth and the fragrance of flowers, and time resumed its rhythm, like a melodious tune ringing in your ears.

Sylvia's pretty face flushed slightly, as beautiful and shy as the morning glow.

"Terrible... He already has a fiancée..."

Upon hearing this, Mingxian's lips curled into a playful smile.

He compared the kisses between different girls, and then said seriously, "I've kissed more than just Xiaoxin, and you, who want to steal someone else's fiancé, also have a problem."

"It's really too much!"

Sylvia puffed out her cheeks slightly, as if she were sulking.

A complex emotion flashed in her eyes, a mixture of anger, resentment, and an indescribable sense of loss.

"I never said I liked you, I only ever said thank you."

The sound of the zither instantly brightened my eyes.

Could it be that this songstress has a tsundere side?

That would be great.

A proud and aloof personality is the best reason to break up!

If you say "break up," the other person will reply with "Fine, let's break up then."

Even if I regret it to death, I will never back down.

Unfortunately, things did not go as Mingxian had hoped.

"So, I'll say it again seriously."

Sylvia's voice was as clear and gentle as a breeze brushing against amethyst, and her eyes sparkled with a star-like brilliance.

I like you!

These words, like the warmest first ray of sunshine in spring, pierced through the winter's chill and reached the heartstrings.

Her confession was without the slightest hesitation, pure and firm, just like herself.

Noble yet sincere.

After saying that, Sylvia took the initiative to hug Mingxian's neck, her posture elegant and natural, as graceful as a swan spreading its wings.

As if in revenge, she mimicked Mingxian's earlier gesture and offered her lips, as if she wanted to pour all her emotions into this kiss.

Mingxian: "..."

This woman's level is really high.

Not a Dragon Rider: Chapter Seventy-Six - Make a Wish to the Gods!

In the central area of ​​the six-pointed star.

Where the commercial district and the administrative district quietly meet, a towering skyscraper stands majestically.

Hotel Ertona.

This hotel is not only a favorite accommodation for VIPs and political and business elites from all over the world, but it is also famous for its giant egg-shaped rooftop garden.

This celestial paradise, crisscrossed by waterways and blooming with flowers in all four seasons, is also a forbidden zone that is difficult for mortals to access.

Even those with distinguished status here, or elite executives of conglomerates, cannot set foot inside without special permission.

The garden is a sacred gathering held once a month, exclusively for a select few elites.

Only the student council presidents of the six academies are qualified to open the door leading to the garden.

"Hello everyone, it's an honor to see you all in good health and full of energy."

As a gentle, melodious voice rang out, a graceful young woman, bowing slightly, slowly took her seat on a Western-style pavilion atop a small hill in the center of the garden.

Claudia, with her usual gentle smile, sat in the fifth seat.

"Welcome, Miss Enfield, you are always so punctual."

On the left, a distinguished-looking young man greeted Claudia with a gentle smile.

He had a handsome face, and his light golden hair shone brightly in the sunlight. His every move exuded composure and competence.

The young man's faint smile, at first glance appearing composed and reserved, was exactly the same as Claudia's smile, making it difficult to discern his true inner feelings.

His white St. Galedovas Academy uniform seemed tailor-made for him, fitting him perfectly.

"Now that everyone is here, let's begin. After all, you are all busy people."

After Arnister Fairclaw finished speaking, the spatial window opened, and a secret meeting regularly held by the student council presidents of the six academies began.

This gathering, known as the "Six Gardens Conference," was ostensibly a forum for the six universities to brainstorm ideas to maintain friendly relations, promote mutual development, and ensure the smooth running of the "Star Martial Arts Festival."

In reality, it is a secret stage where various academies spy on each other and engage in political power games.

In addition, the winners of the previous season's "Star Warriors Festival" served as the heads of this meeting.

"As you all probably know, the thing that the parent organization behind our academy is most worried about right now is this," Yennester confirmed first.

The five student council presidents reacted differently.

After a slight pause and receiving no response from anyone, Yanest spoke directly: "Regarding this, the student council president of Jielong has something to say."

"Oh, is it my turn now?"

A voice, both youthful and mature, rang out.

Rather than calling this girl a "young girl," perhaps "virgin" would be a more fitting term.

She possessed an endearing face, with her jet-black hair meticulously braided into a round bun resembling butterfly wings, gently cascading down her forehead, adding a touch of softness to her innocent and adorable features.