Flower Fairy: After transmigrating again, I became An'an's younger brother.

The morning classes proceeded as scheduled.

The second period was math class, which was undoubtedly a "disaster" for Xia An'an.

The formulas and graphs the teacher was explaining on the blackboard seemed to her as constantly spinning runes, making her dizzy and unable to concentrate.

Xia An'an rested her chin on her hand, her gaze gradually fading, completely unaware that the teacher's gaze had lingered on her for several seconds.

Xia Tong, sitting directly behind her, appeared much more "composed," or rather, she was "daydreaming" in another form.

The textbook was open on the table, but the pen in his hand was not being used to take notes. Instead, he was drawing on a blank sheet of paper, drawing the flower fairy kings he had seen.

For him, elementary school level math content was not challenging enough; he only listened attentively in class to respect classroom discipline, and drawing became the best way to pass the time.

"Xia An'an, my classmate."

The teacher's voice was not loud, but it clearly carried throughout the quiet classroom, carrying a unique, nerve-wracking atmosphere of "roll call" in the classroom.

"Huh? Yes!"

Xia An'an suddenly came to her senses and subconsciously stood up. Her movements were a little flustered, and the chair legs made a slight "sizzling" sound as they rubbed against the ground.

She stared blankly at the problem on the blackboard, a word problem that combined graphics and numbers, which seemed like gibberish to her.

She could even feel the curious or sympathetic gazes of her classmates around her; her cheeks flushed slightly, and her mind went blank.

"Please answer this question: What is the final answer?"

The teacher adjusted his glasses, his gaze calm yet scrutinizing, awaiting her answer.

Xia An'an opened her mouth, her pleading gaze instinctively sweeping over her deskmate Qian Han. Qian Han was looking at her worriedly, her lips moving slightly, but she didn't want to give a clear hint under the teacher's watchful eye.

She quickly glanced behind her, only to see her younger brother Xia Tong with his head down, seemingly engrossed in his textbook (but actually looking at the drawing paper).

Ruined……

Just as she was getting so anxious that her palms were sweating and she was about to bite the bullet and guess a number, something suddenly poked her in the back.

Immediately afterwards, a very low voice came from behind her, brief and clear: "24."

Almost simultaneously, Qian Han, who was next to her, leaned closer under the cover of her book, and quickly repeated in the same soft voice, "24," while using the act of turning the pages of her book to cover her mouth.

It's Xiaotong and Qianhan!

Xia An'an grasped at a straw, then immediately looked up, her voice trembling slightly but still loud enough to answer, "Yes...it's 24!"

The teacher looked at her, nodded, and her expression softened: "Yes, the answer is correct. Xia An'an, please pay attention in class and sit down."

"call……"

Xia An'an felt as if she had been granted a pardon and quickly sat down, her heart still pounding.

She quietly leaned back to her right and whispered, "Thanks, Xiaotong, Qianhan."

Qian Han on the right turned her head slightly and looked at An An with a gentle yet worried gaze, thinking to herself, "Did An An not get enough rest yesterday?"

Xia Tong, who was behind her, stopped writing and gave a barely perceptible "hmm".

However, although he appeared calm, he secretly slipped his hand into his pocket.

Things are not so peaceful in my pocket right now.

As time went on, the tedious lessons began to test their patience.

The Ninth Prince in the plum blossom pendant was the most composed. The pendant would only occasionally flicker very faintly as she used her magic to perceive the outside world and regarded the human child's classroom as a novel observation sample.

The card formed from Shadow Camellia remained quiet, but the other two were quite different.

The cards formed by Shadow Nine Thousand Years and Shadow Mountain Dream were emitting a slight energy fluctuation through the fabric. However, it was not a violent struggle, but a subtle and continuous tremor and heat, like a small animal trapped in a cage anxiously scratching at the edge of the "cage".

Xia Tong could even "feel" the two cards slightly wriggling in her pocket.

Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old probably just felt stifled and wanted to come out to find some fun, craving something new and exciting; while Shadow Mountain Dream might simply be unable to stay still and wanted to come out, or perhaps he was just infected by the dull classroom atmosphere and the restlessness of the other person in his pocket, and also became a little anxious.

Xia Tong sighed inwardly, feeling a bit like she should have known better: 'I told you, it'll be boring... and it's only been two classes...'

The bell rang at the right time, announcing the start of a short break. The classroom was instantly filled with the noise of people moving desks and chairs and chatting.

While leisurely tidying up the textbooks on the table and the paper covered with simple drawings of the Elf King, Xia Tong was quickly thinking of a solution.

Let them wander around the neighborhood on their own. They just need to avoid people for a bit, or find a quiet corner to let them out for some fresh air... Hmm? What's going on?

His movements suddenly stopped.

It wasn't the restlessness in my pocket, but a completely different feeling coming from the outside.

A special entity is approaching this place.

Xia Tong frowned slightly, gently pressing the two still restless cards in her pocket with her left hand, while simultaneously channeling a wisp of magic: "Quiet down, something's up."

This was clearly more intimidating than simply saying "Stop messing around," and the restlessness in my pocket immediately subsided.

Xia Tong then looked up and shifted her attention from the cards in her pocket to the direction of the corridor outside the classroom window.

It's getting closer...

And then—

The short break ended, and the bell rang again. The students returned to their seats, and the classroom gradually quieted down.

The bell had just rung for the third period when the homeroom teacher walked into the classroom, followed by an unfamiliar boy.

"Students, please be quiet."

The homeroom teacher clapped her hands, drawing everyone's attention, her usual smile on her face.

"Today, we will have a new student in our class. Let's give them a round of applause!"

Amidst sparse but still enthusiastic applause, the boy stepped forward and stood beside the podium.

He wore a well-fitting school uniform, his light blue short hair was neatly styled, and he wore oval glasses on the bridge of his nose. Behind the lenses were deep violet eyes, making him look quiet and well-behaved.

He bowed slightly and began his self-introduction in a clear and steady voice: "Hello everyone, my name is Lucio."

He was well-mannered and had a perfect smile; he was exactly what a transfer student should be like.

However, when Xia Tong, sitting in her seat, saw the boy who called himself "Lucio," and especially when she sensed the unique energy fluctuations emanating from him, a question slowly formed in her mind:

He is... Edwin?

The person introducing himself on the stage at this moment is none other than Edwin, disguised.

The disguise itself wasn't a big problem, but in Xia Tong's opinion, the other party's actions were very confusing.

You painstakingly disguise your appearance, temperament, and even age, but if you don't completely conceal the energy aura that belongs to a powerful flower fairy magician, or even a "non-human" being, then what is the point of your disguise?

On the podium, "Lucio"—or rather, Edwin—after giving a brief self-introduction, calmly swept his gaze across the entire class.

His gaze lingered briefly on Xia An'an, as if confirming something, and then...

Whether it was a trick of her imagination or not, Xia Tong felt that his gaze seemed to linger on her for a fleeting moment.

The homeroom teacher then arranged for Lucio to sit in an empty seat in the middle of the classroom.

Lucio walked over calmly, put down his bag, and sat down. His movements were smooth and natural, showing no signs of unfamiliarity or nervousness as a newcomer.

The classroom quickly returned to order, and the teacher began the lesson.

Xia Tong looked away and returned to her textbook, but her mind was no longer entirely on the lesson.

His fingers tapped the table unconsciously as he pondered:

Edwin disguised himself as a primary school student and came here, probably to observe the Flower Fairy Demon up close...

Just as Xia Tong was still pondering, a soft, slightly teasing, and curious voice broke his thoughts in his left ear—

"Huh? Isn't that Edwin?"

?

Xia Tong subconsciously turned his head to look to his left, only to see that the Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old had appeared when he wasn't paying attention.

At this moment, she was leisurely floating to Xia Tong's left, curiously observing Lucio in the classroom.

However, before Xia Tong could react, almost simultaneously, another faint, somewhat bewildered sound came to his right ear:

"Edwin? What's he doing here?"

Dark Mountain Dream also emerged, flying to Xia Tong's right. Her deep purple-red eyes were wide open, looking curiously in the direction of Lucio. The ahoge on her head swayed gently because of her movements.

Just as Xia Tong turned to look at Shadow Mountain Dream on his right, his gaze inadvertently swept across most of the classroom and met the gaze of Lucio, who had just settled into his seat and seemed to be casually observing the classroom environment.

Lucio's eyes, through his oval-shaped glasses, calmly gazed in Xia Tong's direction.

No, to be more precise, his gaze seemed to have bypassed Xia Tong and landed directly on the Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old to Xia Tong's left.

For a moment, Xia Tong and Lucio were separated by half a classroom, their eyes meeting.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Xia Tong could clearly see that Lucio's originally calm and unwavering gaze narrowed slightly the instant he caught sight of the Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old. A clear look of astonishment and disbelief flashed deep in his eyes. Although he quickly regained his composure, that momentary loss of composure did not escape Xia Tong's notice.

"..."

Then, Xia Tong casually raised both hands, one in each hand, and accurately and quickly grabbed the Shadow Nine Thousand Years and Shadow Mountain Dream floating on the left and right sides, pulling them down and pressing them into the space below the desk.

At the same time, he used magic to convey a message to them: "Don't speak, be quiet."

At the same time, Xia An'an, who was sitting in front of Xia Tong, seemed to vaguely hear a very faint voice behind her, like a girl speaking softly. She subconsciously turned around and looked back with a bit of doubt.

Facing her sister's gaze, Xia Tong took out the plum blossom pendant that had shimmered slightly from her pocket, quickly waved it in front of her, and then quickly put it back. At the same time, she winked at her, giving her a "It's okay, don't worry" look.

Xia An'an was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized, and a look of understanding appeared on her face, even with a subtle smile that said, "So you are one too."

So Xiaotong brought the Ninth Prince with her too?

Thinking of the troublesome Kukuru in her schoolbag, she said nothing, only mouthed "shh" to Xia Tong, and then turned away.