Didn't you go to Teyvat to earn money to support me?

Before Siegfried could react, Shigure Kira took a deep breath and looked at Siegfried with admiration in her beautiful eyes.

"It seems the Kaslana family is playing bigger games."

"I...I!" Siegfried gritted his teeth in anger. "That's not what I meant! My mom just happened to be going back to Norway today, I was just...oh dear!"

She could only type immediately.

Siegfried: Dude, can't you understand human language?!

Siegfried: I told you to call your mother to pick you up.

My younger brother is a cat: Mom came to pick me up.

Siegfried's expression froze.

Shigure Kira's expression had evolved from admiration to reverence.

Cecilia covered her wide-open mouth in surprise: "Although it's not appropriate for me to comment as an outsider, Siegfried, aren't you being a bit... too blunt?"

"You can't understand human language either!"

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Chapter 51 Tips for meeting your baby~

The raindrops pattered against the window.

The rain came quickly; the once clear blue sky was covered with dark clouds in just a few minutes, and the afternoon sky was as dark as dusk. After a clap of thunder, a torrential downpour began, just as school was letting out.

The corridors outside the teaching building were shrouded in a white curtain of rain, and the playground was packed with people. Because of the sudden change in weather, few had brought umbrellas. So the boys hid their books inside their clothes, exchanged glances with a triumphant look, and strode into the downpour. Those who didn't want to get wet huddled together under their umbrellas, and a few huddled together as they left.

Thankfully, this is university, and the dorms aren't too far from the teaching buildings. I can escape back after enduring the ordeal for a while. It's summer anyway, so I can just grab a shower spot when I get back. It doesn't matter if my clothes get wet; I change clothes every day in the summer, it's only natural.

After a period of chaos, everyone finally left. The motion-sensor lights in the teaching building's corridors were turned on ahead of time, appearing dim and somewhat eerie in the dark, rain-soaked environment.

Brunhilde leaned against the doorframe, stretching her hand forward to feel the fine raindrops carried by the wind onto her skin—cool and damp. Brunhilde disliked this environment; the sweltering summer rain was hot, cool, humid, and sticky.

"Bu... Kaslana? Are you waiting for the rain to stop? Aren't your family coming to pick you up?" A classmate from the same major turned around at the end of the corridor and asked, looking a little nervous. "I'm going home too. Want to come together? I can give you a ride."

She was someone Brunhilde didn't know well. Brunhilde remembered her; she was a senior in the same major, but they rarely interacted. They had probably only attended social gatherings and spring outings together.

Brunhilde's social circle was small, or rather, he had virtually no friends. The age gap was too large, as were the differences in intelligence and perspective, making communication pointless. As a result, he was only there for further studies at the university and didn't even live on campus.

But he also knew that other students might not see him that way. Even if they didn't want to curry favor with the Kaslana family's eldest daughter, given his looks, there were quite a few boys and girls who wanted to get close to him. This classmate was a prime example.

Brunhilde had noticed her out of the corner of her eye. She deliberately lingered in the classroom for a long time, waiting until most of the other students had left before pretending to pass by and ask a question. In fact, she was also a boarding student and had no need to leave the school. She only called her family to pick her up because she saw him stuck in the classroom, hoping to find a reason to talk to him.

Brunhilde found it amusing that, despite his undeniably feminine appearance, none of the men were the ones who dared to approach him.

Perhaps it's because the social impact of college boys hitting on 14-year-old girls is indeed too negative.

“Someone from home will come to pick me up,” Brunhilde said calmly. “You go first.”

"Oh..." The girl clearly showed disappointment, turned around with her backpack in her arms. Some of the other students who hadn't left and were watching the conversation also looked disappointed.

On the Bergen University BBS, the most talked-about person is undoubtedly the "flower of the desert" in the philosophy department, namely Brunhilde. Despite being only fourteen years old, she has an astonishingly beautiful appearance, a cool and aloof personality that seems to have stepped out of a philosophy book, a genius who can skip through subjects effortlessly, and a wealthy family background that is said to be worth over a hundred million.

All of this led to Brunhilde attracting considerable attention and admiration for her words and actions on campus. Her young age was actually an advantage, as it prevented both male and female students from developing gender resentment due to her overwhelming charm. Brunhilde was the university's flag bearer, the speaker for freshman and sophomore speeches, the vice president of the student council who never performed his duties, and frequently skipped physical education classes—yet despite this aloof and distant demeanor, she still enjoyed immense popularity among faculty and students, resulting in no one criticizing her.

Even a beautiful girl like Cecilia probably couldn't do this. The fact that Brunhilde is so loved by her classmates only shows that humans are indeed too lenient towards beautiful and seemingly delicate underage children.

If he really needs someone to take him home, he would probably ask, and half of the philosophy department's senior students would immediately come to his aid, and those without cars would call for a ride to help.

But Brunhilde was actually lying; he didn't have a car to pick him up.

The text message had already been sent, but it was clear that Siegfried wasn't going to come pick him up.

He wasn't stupid; he knew that Siegfried meant for his mother, Claire, who was returning to Norway that day, to take him back to the hotel, but he didn't plan to talk to Claire or text her.

For some reason, he was reluctant to let Claire come to the school she was attending, especially on a non-holiday when all the college students were on campus.

He was reluctant to see that woman.

Brunhilde fiddled with her flip phone, opening and closing it with a crisp click. Adorning the phone was a small white flower charm, a lily, the Shaniat family crest—a gift from Cecilia. Cecilia had made the charm from her own hair clip; Brunhilde hadn't originally wanted it. For him, it was unthinkable to adorn his phone, let alone wear any jewelry, but Cecilia had been insistent and made him reciprocate with a gift.

The little Ragdoll cat, of course, didn't return the favor, so Cecilia pinned him down on the bed, cut off a lock of his hair with scissors, added some colored nylon rope, and skillfully braided it into a little white cat resembling Hello Kitty, which she then attached to the hair clip that had been removed. She still carefully uses this little white cat hair clip and cherishes it dearly.

Brunhilde, though bored, still kept the little white flower ornament to this day.

He fiddled with his phone, thought for a moment, and decided to send Siegfried another message. The rain showed no signs of stopping, and given his physical condition, it was impossible for him to go back in the rain.

As soon as the flip phone pops open, the screen flashes and displays, "You have a missed text message."

Brunhilde's heart skipped a beat; she had a bad feeling.

Why don't you call me?

Why don't you call me?

Why don't you call me?

"Has your temper grown?"

"Or is it the rebellious phase?"

"But it's okay, because I love you more than anyone else~"

"look up."

Brunhilde knew things were beyond repair. He closed his eyes helplessly and cursed the woman a dozen times.

Then he heard screams of "Wow!", "Whoa!", and "Why!" coming from all directions of the teaching building, the opposite laboratory building, the next dormitory building, and from all sides.

Brunhilde looked up, her heart filled with despair. She knew that some new trick was about to be played.

"boom!"

A bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the world in an instant. And amidst the raging storm, a massive military helicopter stood tall, suspended high in the rain and clouds!

The roar of the propeller could be heard even on the ground. In such heavy rain, wasn't it afraid of being struck by lightning? How could it even take off? What was it doing at the university?

Students everywhere leaned out of their windows to look at the impressive helicopter, their exclamations of amazement filling the air.

At that moment, a tiny figure suddenly leaped down from the sky!

A bolt of lightning illuminated her falling figure!

"With my true energy, I unite with the creation of heaven and earth!" The man shouted in a semi-standard Chinese dialect, then spread out upright wings behind him and stood proudly in the air. Although he was falling rapidly, his momentum was impressive!

"The birth of a god!"

Someone with sharp eyes spotted what it was.

"Iron Man! It's Iron Man!"

"Iron Man in a wingsuit!"

"Oooo!"

"It's Iron Man flying!"

A figure clad in gold and red armor glided down from the sky. She was completely covered in Iron Man's armor, clearly costing a fortune. In mid-air, her reactor shone brightly, making her appear incredibly powerful.

Then she landed with a thud, crashing onto the school playground. One leg was supporting her weight backward, the other bent forward at the knee, one hand was in a pounding position on the ground, and she coldly raised her head to look ahead.

This landing posture was maintained for at least thirty seconds.

Even as a large group of students who had braved the rain to come down surrounded her, she remained calm and composed, maintaining her cool "heroic entrance" pose, and remained silent no matter who tried to talk to her.

Soon, the school staff arrived, and even the dean of the college came. This was a completely unplanned and unexpected event. The school leaders questioned each other about when they had booked this performance art. Was Marvel coming to Norway to promote it now? And what kind of technology was this? A wingsuit flight from a thousand meters high, landing vertically without injury? Was that some kind of Iron Man suit?

A large crowd had gathered on the playground. Brunhilde reluctantly borrowed an umbrella and stepped into the rain. People quickly made way for the 1.4-meter-tall girl, and someone excitedly asked if she watched Iron Man too. Back then, Iron Man was just an American comic book, something for the common people. Did this aloof and distant Princess Kaslana also like it?

Then everyone saw the little girl holding the umbrella walk up to Iron Man, her tone a mixture of helplessness and pain, and she spoke.

"Mother."

The entire audience was stunned. Brunhilde, whose appearance was so aloof and stunning that you could count each eyelash, called this Marvel cosplayer who was performing a performance art piece... "Mom?"

That means the person inside is...

The school leaders were the first to react, immediately rubbing their hands together and breaking into bright smiles. "Oh, Miss Claire, it's an honor to meet you! Like mother, like daughter! Miss Brunhilde is an exceptionally talented student at our school, and we never expected that Ms. Claire would be no different!"

What does "like mother, like daughter" mean? What does that mean? Do you have some kind of prejudice against me? Do you think someone with my build could wear Iron Man and do a high-altitude rappelling in the rain?

"Is this the legendary head of the Kaslana family?"

"The legendary mother of Brunhilde, my junior? Tsk tsk tsk, she lives up to her reputation. Look at that aura, no wonder she comes from a wealthy family. So extravagant, truly extravagant!"

What kind of charisma does Iron Man have?

"My mother-in-law is so cool! Can I ask her to marry my junior, Bubu, to me now?"

"Sigh, the wealthy. Before I knew it was Brunhilde's mother, I wanted to touch the armor, but after I found out, I didn't dare to touch it. Sigh, the alienation of people by capitalism."

Iron Man then stood up, which showed that the armor was not very technologically advanced. It made a mechanical clicking sound when he stood up, so it was probably just a shell.

Then a female voice, slightly similar to Brunhilde's but more mature, came out.

Unlike her nonsensical style of cosplaying Iron Man jumping off a plane, this voice was surprisingly serious, even possessing a certain aloofness and coldness, much like Brunhilde's. However, Brunhilde's coldness and coldness was that of a naive, unattainable girl, still within the "school" category. But Claire's coldness and coldness was the typical business style of a successful person, someone from the upper class; it was the aloofness of a career woman, or even a female CEO, that you could immediately tell from her voice.

"Thank you all for taking good care of my Bubu."

"No trouble at all!" The school leaders were overjoyed. Everyone knew who Claire was; she was a tycoon even in Norway, the head of the Kaslana Group. Even if she had a bit of a cosplay hobby, it was insignificant. It was obvious they were here to give their daughter a surprise. The upper class, after all, liked to do things that weren't important.

Teachers and leaders shook hands or hugged Iron Man one by one, saying, "Madam, rest assured, your daughter is revered by thousands at our school, second only to the principal."