The worse you are, the stronger you become: My summoned beast is a photographer.

As Aura felt the power of the moves, the more she practiced, the more she felt that her body was simply perfect. When rushing forward and braking suddenly, because of the grip on the ground with her toes, her center of gravity was adjusted with extreme precision; with her arms and flexible fingers, she could easily control whatever weapon she used or whatever angle she changed—it was simply the most perfect body structure.

Honey, your body is so incredibly useful. It's such a waste that you don't practice martial arts.

"That's right, we descendants of Yan and Huang have thousands of years of heritage, how could we be bad?" Ming Luochen boasted proudly, his tail practically wagging in the air.

However, to be fair, his wife's centaur body was indeed not very convenient. Dragging such a large horse's rear end, even a gust of wind would make his bottom feel chilly. Wiping after using the toilet would be inconvenient; and if someone were to use a "thousand-year kill" technique, he would be in serious trouble. He subconsciously tucked his tail between his legs, a chill running down his spine.

Not far away, the students watched in astonishment as Aura's summoned beast practiced its moves. Its powerful punches seemed to almost create sonic booms, the wind whistling through the air, its momentum terrifying. They all stopped to watch in shock. They became even more convinced—this was definitely not some F-rank summoned beast; it was clearly a monster disguised as an F-rank.

After lunch, and until the official test in the afternoon, Aura stood confidently on the track. The sunlight cast a long shadow over her. She looked at her opponents, then at the chaotic scene—the professor hadn't given the order yet, and the summoned beasts were already wandering around, completely disobeying commands; some were sniffing the ground, others were chasing butterflies, making for a rather comical scene.

"Alright, first event, standing long jump, Aura's summoned beast goes first."

Aura walked to the designated spot, took a deep breath, and leaped forward.

"Two meters and one inch."

Compared to real summoned beasts, a jump of 2.1 meters is quite ordinary. Compared to those giant grasshoppers that can jump several meters or flying summoned beasts, it's nothing special. Aura swayed a bit when she landed, but steadied herself and didn't feel ashamed.

The old professor glanced at Aura's summoned beast and nodded silently in his heart: This summoned beast's core ability is intelligence; it doesn't need a beast tamer to control it and can independently understand and complete tasks. Compared to other summoned beasts, the difference is enormous; its slightly weaker physical abilities are insignificant. Moreover, it was just summoned, and all summoned beasts are in their infancy; with proper training, it should grow very well.

The old professor wrote down the grades, then, without looking up, continued calling out:

"Next up, the giant horned frog of the Shire."

The scene immediately changed. A bear-eared girl carried a giant, one-meter-long frog to the starting line. The frog's eyes bulged, and its cheeks puffed out. Her summoned beast wasn't very intelligent and couldn't understand human speech. She laboriously placed the frog on the starting point, straining her eyes to look at it, almost desperately trying to convey her will: "Wilson, go for it! Jump farther!"

Frogs can only understand simple commands. With a push of their hind legs, they leap up like a green cannonball.

"Ciel: 27.3 meters."

Xia Er breathed a sigh of relief—the summoned beast hadn't let her down as class monitor. She happily ran over, picked up the frog, and kissed it on the head.

"Smith: 7.3 meters..."

Harry: Nine and a half meters…

"Next, Philip—" the old professor read out the names on the list, and the familiar scene appeared as expected.

A student with brown wings on his back and sharp claws on his feet led a husky to the starting point. The husky, tongue lolling out, had a bright, adorable look in its eyes. As soon as the rope was untied, the husky dashed off, running around happily with its rear end sticking up, drawing a large S-shape on the playground.

"Hahaha! Philip, your dog ran away!" Someone in the class immediately burst into laughter, the sound echoing across the playground.

"Your grades are unsatisfactory. You need to strengthen your training and communication." The old professor lectured in a serious tone, suppressing the laughter in his stern voice, but the corner of his mouth still twitched slightly.

"Yes, I'll strengthen communication when I get back." Philip lowered his head in shame. He was laughed at by everyone, and his face turned red with anger. He quickly chased after his summoned beast, forgetting to use his wings and running as fast as he could on his own two legs.

The old professor, long used to this, calmly continued reading: "Next..."

"12.8 meters..."

"Fifty meters."

"Next, Christine."

A wolf-eared woman led a cute, chubby pink pig to the starting line. The pig was round and plump, its four short legs almost invisible. She earnestly called to the pig, her voice as gentle as if coaxing a child, "Weiwei, jump!"

The pink pig grunted twice to indicate that it wouldn't, and then simply lay down on the ground, refusing with its actions.

"Hahahaha!" Ming Luochen laughed so hard he cried, tears streaming down his face. He really wanted to see how a pig would jump. He clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he couldn't straighten up.

The old professor remained as steady as a mountain, his gaze calm as he said, "Even pigs can jump. You need to give it more guidance. You can hold it and help it learn the move. Failure. Next, Rurik."

"Thank you, teacher." Christine left dejectedly, carrying the little pig. The little pig yawned in her arms, completely unaware of how heartbroken its owner was.

Rurik led his fire crow to the starting line, puffed out his chest, and looked determined: "Aura, fly to the farthest place."

The Flame Raven flapped its wings and flew away into the distance, its wings bearing faint flame patterns that were particularly dazzling in the sunlight.

"Perfect score, next one," the old professor said calmly. For flying summoned beasts, long jump and running are not problems; the key lies in weightlifting, speed, and endurance.

Hearing that he got a perfect score, Rurik became smug, his smile almost reaching his ears. He called out to the fire crow, deliberately raising his voice a few octaves: "Aura, come back."

The raven crow cleverly turned back and landed steadily on Rurik's shoulder, even preening its feathers with its beak. The surrounding students exclaimed in admiration.

"Wow, he's so handsome!"

"They're coordinating so well already, and the fire crow is even covered in flames—it's so cool!"

Hearing the praise around him, Rurik's vanity swelled to its peak, his chin held high. He looked at Aura, his confidence seemingly restored, a hint of defiance in his eyes.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman before?" Ming Luochen, using Aura's body, put his hands on his hips, made an extremely disgusted expression, rolled his eyes to the sky, and mocked, "Trash, slut."

The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for everyone to hear.

The playground fell silent for a second, then whispers surged up like a tide.

The other students looked at her strangely—Aura was usually so polite and well-mannered, how could she suddenly become so rude? The contrast was too great!

"What's so great about a trash summon that jumped two meters and one inch?" Rurik clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white, and then angrily turned and left, avoiding the gazes of the others, his steps quick and heavy.

"Next, Quinn—" the old professor shouted loudly, his voice drowning out all other noises, urging the test to continue and quickly bringing up what had just happened.

After finishing the standing long jump, Aura easily completed the 100-meter sprint, weightlifting, and high jump. She followed Ming Luochen, watching the chaotic competition of the others—some summoned beasts veered off course, and some jumped directly onto the referee during the high jump—it was like watching a farce.

When it came to the 5,000-meter long-distance running test, Aura realized that Ming Luochen's body was really lacking in exercise. He could use explosive power to get through the long jump and high jump, but in the long-distance running—after only a few hundred meters, he was already out of breath, his lungs felt like they were going to explode, his legs were sore and weak, and he couldn't exert any strength, as if he was walking on cotton.

Sweat poured down her face, soaking her collar. Aura hadn't felt this exhausted from running in a long time; her body felt like it was filled with lead, her legs so weak she wanted to collapse, and every step required all her strength and willpower. It was nothing like her former body—the lightness and freedom she felt when running against the wind, her hooves flying like the wind—all gone now.

She ran the 5,000 meters entirely on sheer willpower. After finishing, she felt like she was going to die; her vision blurred, her ears rang, and she even seemed to see an old woman waving to her with a kind smile. No wonder Ming Luochen was so reluctant to run long distances; even she couldn't withstand this feeling of exhaustion.

"No, he needs to train properly. He's too weak. He's already like this after just 5,000 meters." Aura bent over, her hands on her knees, panting heavily. Sweat dripped onto the ground, forming small dots. She could easily run dozens of kilometers to class, but her husband's body was exhausted after just a few steps. In the future, he probably wouldn't even be able to escape or save his life.

Ming Luochen brought water and a towel to Aura, his eyes filled with guilt and embarrassment: "Wife, I'm sorry, I make my living with my brain, running really isn't my strong suit." He scratched his head, like a child who had done something wrong.

"It's alright, I'll train you from now on." Aura took the water and towel, unscrewed the cap, and took a big gulp, not even bothering to wipe the water running down her chin. She knew about Ming Luochen's previous life; it was in a peaceful country where there wasn't even a war, so there was no need to risk his life. Coupled with the pressure of his work, she could understand his difficulties. The towel wiped her cheeks, taking away the sweat, but it couldn't take away the exhaustion.

"My wife is so good." Ming Luochen looked at Aura with emotion, his eyes sparkling. Such a sensible and precious wife, he really wanted to go up and kiss her, pull her into his arms, and give her a good cuddling.

But when he saw his own face, he stopped—kissing himself, looking at his thick lips, round face, his eyelids twitching, he felt a little uncomfortable. He couldn't bring himself to kiss himself, he really couldn't.

Aura smiled and shook her head, finding Ming Luochen truly amusing. Despite having so much inner turmoil, he always appeared timid on the surface. However, she also found kissing herself strange, like kissing the person in the mirror while looking in it—an indescribable awkwardness.

Aura recalled the sweet words Ming Luochen had uttered in her mind, the classic lines from those domineering CEO dramas, and found it amusing. So she mimicked them, saying, "Okay, you're my husband. If I don't treat you well, who else should I treat well?"

She paused, then straightened her face, slightly raised her chin, and with a hint of mockery in her eyes, mimicked the tone of a domineering CEO, saying each word slowly and deliberately:

[Man, you'd better be a good husband to me, okay? I'll protect you.]

Seeing her raise her eyebrows, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, and her eyes brimming with laughter, Ming Luochen couldn't help but smile, a warm feeling welling up in his chest. He playfully raised his chin and added:

Woman, you're playing with fire.