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

Aura, looking dejected, led her summoned beast to the cafeteria for lunch. Along the way, she could feel strange looks coming from all directions—curiosity, sympathy, and mostly schadenfreude.

"Isn't that Aura?"

A shrill voice came from the side. Aura looked up and saw several dog-eared orcs swaggering towards her, their arrogance undisguised. She recognized the leader—Galan, the school's notorious troublemaker, whose family was an earl and who had the Marquis Mia's family backing him. His gang usually bullied baron sons from remote areas, relying on their titles and connections.

We used to keep to ourselves, but I never expected them to come knocking on my door today.

Aura ignored her and turned to walk towards the cafeteria.

"Hey, don't go!" Garland took three steps in two, blocking her path with a sidestep. Hands in his pockets, head tilted, his gaze nonchalantly falling on Ming Luochen, scrutinizing the first humanoid summoned beast in history—no wonder the Duke of Ainbo's daughter liked it, this face was indeed quite cute. He chuckled, "Your F-rank trash summoned beast looks pretty weak, how about… you sell it to me?"

"Get out of the way." Aura's voice was low, her eyes already burning with anger. She glared at Garan, the dog-eared youth a year older than her. They were both from earl families, but he was a top student in the combat department's second class, about to graduate. They usually kept to themselves, but today he was clearly here to cause trouble.

Ming Luochen frowned slightly and looked up at the burly, dog-eared youth who was over six feet tall—his roguish and nonchalant demeanor clearly indicated he was the school bully. He glanced at the other's tail and ears but couldn't tell what breed of dog it was.

"Oh, you think you're so tough?" Garan's face darkened at the "Get out of the way" instruction, and he shoved Aura. But Aura's stance was incredibly stable, and he couldn't budge her at all. He paused for a moment, then put on an even more vicious smile, deliberately drawing out his words, "You still think you're a genius of the combat type? Wake up, Aura. Awakening a trash F-rank summon beast, you'll only ever be cannon fodder—you know that? Even your family's inheritance rights will be downgraded."

The dog-eared orcs behind him burst into laughter, their laughter both shrill and unrestrained.

Although Ming Luochen couldn't understand what they were saying, he could tell from their ugly faces and mocking laughter that they were bullying his wife. He was furious and tried to pull Aura away, but another white, curly-haired dog-eared beastman blocked his way.

"Did you get permission to leave?" The white, curly-haired, dog-eared beastman, Dybala, tilted his head and looked down at Ming Luochen with a wicked grin.

Ming Luochen didn't understand a word, but his gaze had already quickly swept across the ground. Unfortunately, the campus beautification work was quite thorough; the sidewalks were meticulously paved with neat rows of paving stones, without a single pebble. He remembered a technique he'd learned from working as a cameraman for a livestreamer in the countryside—to scare away stray dogs by crouching down and throwing stones. But now there wasn't even a stone.

Then we'll have to fight. Make a scene. Ming Luochen knew exactly how to deal with school violence—it had to be met with violence. He clenched his fists, his muscles tense, ready to pounce at any moment.

Aura noticed his unusual movement, pulled him into her arms protectively, then looked up at the white-haired Dybala, glaring at him, and said, word by word, "What happens to me in the future is none of your business. Are you trying to break the school law, or the aristocratic pact?"

Garland's face instantly turned ugly.

Campus laws are fundamental to protecting student safety on campus, and no one dares to openly violate them, not even dukes or royalty. The university's lecturers and principals have countless students and are themselves S-level or higher experts, with incredibly powerful connections—angering a university could result in a complete change of leadership.

While the threat posed by the noble covenant was slightly less, it was still something he couldn't withstand.

Each noble family possessed its own territory and armed forces, and any violation of these rules constituted a declaration of war. To prevent internal strife, the royal family, along with the major ducal families, issued a noble covenant to regulate conflicts between nobles. The royal family would conduct trials, and anyone who deliberately provoked war would be stripped of their noble status, annihilated by the imperial army, and have their territory and title revoked.

Garan glanced at his underlings behind him, afraid of losing face in front of everyone, gritted his teeth, and changed his approach: "Then let's duel. I've got my eye on your summoned beast—even the school law and the noble covenant don't interfere with negotiations through duels."

"I refuse." Aura sneered, her voice as crisp as a knife. Although the school law and the noble covenant do not interfere with duels, if one does not accept a duel, the other party is considered to be provoking trouble and will be subject to sanctions under both laws.

He hadn't expected her to refuse so decisively. Garland's face flushed and paled in turns, his chest heaving violently as if he were choking. He quickly forced a mocking expression, raising his voice several octaves so everyone around could hear: "Oh—give in? You admit you're the weakling?"

"If you keep blocking my way, I'll go to the administration office." Aura ignored him, pushed aside the white curly-haired Dybala blocking her way, and led her summoned beast toward the cafeteria without looking back.

Behind me came the unrestrained laughter of Galan and his gang, each sound like a needle pricking my back.

She'd lost all appetite. Aura mechanically sat down, tray in hand, her mind a jumbled mess. She wondered how people would see her at school—those in the elite class would surely laugh at her F-rank summoned beast. Suddenly, she didn't want to go to school anymore.

Ming Luochen noticed that Aura was in low spirits and hadn't even touched her food. His heart tightened, and he reached out to pat her hand comfortingly. He desperately wanted to learn the language of this world as soon as possible—at least to know what his wife was going through, and not to remain deaf and mute forever.

Inside the cafeteria, many beast-eared girls secretly glanced at Ming Luochen, almost melting from his adorable appearance—that chubby face, that bewildered yet innocent gaze—they had never seen such a cute summoned beast. They dared not approach Aura, but their loving gazes couldn't help but drift towards Ming Luochen, whispers rising and falling:

"So cute—"

Ming Luochen had no idea that he was being treated like a cute pet.

The afternoon class was still about telepathy.

Thor stood on the platform and explained how summoned beasts complete the final contract ritual—it requires the beastmaster to train the summoned beasts for a long time to inscribe magic circles and perform the contract ritual. Through long-term training of summoned beasts, the essence is to establish conditioned reflexes and long-term memory, firmly remembering and executing the "command → action → reward".

After listening to the instructions, many students couldn't wait to start guiding their summoned beasts to inscribe magic circles.

Thor glanced down and couldn't help but shake his head: "When you first start training, remember not to teach the complete contract magic circle. You can start with a single circle, and give some rewards as encouragement each time it's completed, proceeding step by step."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rurik deliberately raised his voice and shouted loudly to his summoned beast, "Come on, Aura, draw circles, great job!"

When the name "Aura" was uttered, several students in the classroom couldn't help but burst out laughing, then quickly covered their mouths.

Aura gritted her teeth in anger, her nails almost digging into her palms. Now Rurik wasn't even going to pretend anymore—he publicly humiliated her, not even sparing her name.

The class teacher, Thor, overheard this but couldn't offer a comment. After all, naming one's summoned beast was the Beastmaster's own right. He frowned, glanced at Rurik, and added loudly, "Giving commands by calling out the summoned beast's name is indeed a good method, but the name will accompany the summoned beast for its entire life, so it's best not to name it randomly."

Aura took a deep breath, turning her gaze from Rurik to her summoned beast. So much had happened yesterday that she'd forgotten to name him. Actually, she'd thought about it before—she hesitated for a moment, then softly called out, "From now on, you'll be called Guilar, okay?"

Ming Luochen was observing his surroundings. Although he didn't understand the language of this world, it didn't mean he was stupid—the beastmen around him were clearly teaching their little animals to draw patterns similar to magic circles. Some of the little animals were drawing circles crookedly, some were simply lying on the ground sleeping, and others were being held down by their owners and moved step by step.

"Guiral, draw a circle with me." Aura held Ming Luochen's hand and slowly drew a circle on the paper.

Ming Luochen was speechless for a moment.

He looked down at his hand being held, then at the crooked circle on the paper, and a strange sense of absurdity welled up inside him.

—I'm a grown person, being treated like a pet and being trained?

No, in their eyes, they were originally summoned beasts. They were F-rank "little animals" that needed to be trained from scratch.

He recalled the short videos he used to watch in his original world—those pet dogs and cats who ate and slept all day, with their owners bathing them, grooming them, buying them snacks, and carrying them in bags when they went out. Some of them lived better lives than working people.

Especially the cat food, it's cleaner than even pre-cooked human food.

The key is that they don't have to go to work, they can lazily sleep at home, while their pet owners work hard outside like beasts of burden.

He thought it was absurd back then. Now it's his turn...

Ming Luochen raised an eyebrow, as if there was nothing he couldn't accept?

No need to go to work, no need to pay loans, no need to put up with a boss. Every day, I'm patted on the head, fed, and slept in someone's arms. If I don't understand human language, I don't understand; if I can't learn something, I can't learn it—after all, I'm an F-rank summon beast, who can expect a little cutie to do anything earth-shattering?

At worst, I'll just point at the radish.

Being a fool is fine too.

He couldn't help but smile. Coming to his senses, he pulled his hand away from Aura's grasp, picked up a quill pen, and began to draw the magic circle's pattern stroke by stroke. The lines were fluid, the proportions precise, almost as if it had been imprinted.

After finishing the drawing, he turned his head and looked at Aura, who was staring at him with her mouth agape in shock, as if she were an idiot.

Sure enough, she really thinks I'm a fool.

[Then I'll show you something special, do a backflip, and stun you.]

Aura was completely stunned.

The class teacher, Thor, noticed the commotion and quickly walked over. When he saw the complete and precise magic circle on the paper, his eyes lit up, and his voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement: "Aura—your summoned beast seems to be very intelligent. Perhaps…we should teach him how to form a contract directly?"

In the classroom, Rurik's face instantly darkened.