A little girl at a magic school, she's a goofy troublemaker who can do anything.

"Why are all the students in Canghai Academy so rigid! So stubborn!" Mu Feng roared, unable to contain himself any longer.

Yu Zhiyuan looked up from her "World of Warcraft Refined Care Guide": "What happened?"

"A few days ago, didn't our teacher Wuya step in and get a Wednesday holiday for the whole school?" Mu Feng plopped down and started complaining. Being a volunteer meant he would often complain about people like this. "Our college, Oak College, and Poppy College were all very happy, but Canghai College kept complaining, saying that it was delaying their studies."

"Ugh," Li Wenyin made a "this is disgusting" expression and pointed a finger, "This is how Canghai Academy is."

Mu Feng spread his hands in annoyance and said incredulously, "Look, he's been arguing with people online these past few days. Some students from Canghai Academy insist that if our Teacher Wuya wants a holiday, we should just give the students from Heiyao Academy a holiday. Why should we extend it to the whole school without asking their opinions?"

"Upon hearing this, both the Oak and Poppy Houses were unhappy, and they started arguing with the Ocean House, saying that although Teacher Wuya is the Dean of Obsidian House, it doesn't mean that he belongs exclusively to Obsidian House. This is called impartiality and being on the side of all students."

In conclusion, the whole thing boils down to the fact that the students from Canghai Academy were too stubborn.

"At first glance, you might think some madman has gone crazy, but upon closer inspection, since it's from Canghai Academy, it seems understandable." Li Wenyin said she was used to it.

What kind of people are these? Yu Chi Ting, Lin Feng, Xing Rui, Nangong Zhi, Xun Zhou Du, Su Zhuo Yun—these completely incomprehensible guys are all from Canghai Academy. It makes me feel like everything makes sense.

Having gone through so much, Li Wenyin has grown into a pathetic person with very serious school stereotypes.

"I think so too." Qin Junzhu sat down.

"Sister Junzhu?" Mu Feng exclaimed in surprise, "What brings you here?"

Qin Junzhu glanced sideways arrogantly: "What, can't I come to your dormitory building?"

Mu Feng scratched his head: "That's not what I'm asking..."

"Especially the men of Canghai Academy, they are inexplicably stubborn," Qin Junzhu felt she had a lot to say on this topic. "The old ones are called 'eldest fathers,' the young ones are called 'youngest fathers,' and there are fathers and fathers, each one of them is frighteningly obstinate."

Being a father, stubbornness... Li Wenyin nodded in deep agreement. For example, Mo Mouguan, whose Canghai Academy content was estimated to be 100%, had always wanted to be a father, even his own father.

Qin Junzhu has become increasingly trendy these days. She has several bracelets on her wrists, which look very shiny when she shakes them: "They have a strong sense of order, but they are also like children in the order period. Once the order is disrupted, they immediately shut down, go crazy, and then you don't know what they will do."

"Your analysis is absolutely spot on," Li Wenyin said, grasping her hand. "Sister Junzhu, I want to form an in-depth analysis group about men in Canghai Academy with you."

"His face still looks really grumpy!"

Mu Feng grumbled harshly.

"I've helped so many people as a volunteer, but Canghaiyuan's attitude was the worst. They had a deadpan expression and spoke coldly. From top to bottom, they were all expressionless!"

"Just like their dean," Li Wenyin chimed in with a complaint.

"That's right, Jun Da'e is just like that too," Qin Junzhu said contemptuously. "He has a face that's as cold as snow and as aloof as frost, and the students he teaches all have faces that are as cold as ice."

Only the fiery Luo Qi fared somewhat better; everyone else's expressions were identical.

Li Wenyin thought for a moment and said yes, then asked with some curiosity, "Do you think that if we use the concept of the Order Period to describe it, would Jun Da'e ever have a moment of emotional breakdown after the order is disrupted?"

Qin Junzhu had a complicated reaction to Li Wenyin's thoughts: "That's impossible."

Li Wenyin thought so too. Jun Da'e was tied up by Mo Guan in Baicheng and forced to watch his idol's downfall. He was led by former Dean Helian Feng to call Li Wenyin "senior". He was constantly being criticized by Kong Ling. He also witnessed so many things happening in Canghai Academy, such as the professor's accident and this and that. He remained as cold and indifferent as ever. What could possibly cause him to lose control of his emotions?

Li Wenyin could hardly imagine it.

-

The witch's hat party lasted for seven days and seven nights.

He had thoroughly enjoyed his lustful desires and had a great time sleeping with them. The minor regrets of not being able to see the arrogant man's ugly face or successfully anger the greedy man were long forgotten and vanished into thin air.

After the party ended, Lust lingered, reluctant to leave, embracing a handsome male concubine, and sauntered back to his mansion.

A communication tone sounded.

Lust answered the phone: "Hmm—?" He was drunk and excited.

"White Owl, the party must be over by now, so I'm sending a message to see how it went."

It's the voice of the external brain of lust.

"You're the one who cares about me the most," Lust chuckled, shaking his head. He put his arm around the girl's neck, pinched her chin, lowered his head, and kissed her lips. Then he turned to Polaris across from him and said, "The party is so much fun! Why didn't you come? This is your first big party since you joined the Witch's Hat."

"I really want to go too, but it's a real shame," Xing Rui smiled gently, "I recently learned a new skill, and it will take time and effort to get used to it."

Lust chuckled twice: "Fine~ Anyway, it's good to know you're thinking about me~"

Xing Rui said, "Judging from your voice, you're really happy."

"Of course."

The white owl shook its head, then seemed to remember something and asked a question.

"I'm very concerned about Nangong Zhi from Canghai Academy."

Xing Rui was not surprised by her words, as she knew that the amusement park's secondary area had been shut down by the Nangong family.

Mentioning this, the white owl became somewhat indignant: "Give me some advice on how to sleep with him? My business was taken over by his family, so I'll just take his handsome, single son as my own. That's not too much to ask, is it?"

"It's not excessive, it's not excessive," Xing Rui coaxed him as usual.

The white owl urged, "Then hurry up and give me an idea."

"No problem, but this isn't something I can figure out in a short time," Xing Rui said calmly. "Just wait patiently for my news."

"No problem~" The external brain started working, and lust was happy again, immediately raising its eyebrows and smiling.

Xing Rui was quiet on her end, then suddenly asked, "White Owl, I've observed all the prey you've collected, including Ying Ruyu, and more than half of them are men from the Canghai Academy."

Does she have some kind of fetish? Xing Rui vaguely remembered that White Owl had mentioned that she was from the Poppy House.

"Don't you think the men of Canghai Academy have a unique charm?" Lust talked about this as if he were appreciating a gourmet meal, speaking eloquently, "I love watching them initially being extremely unwilling, but in the end having no choice but to obediently submit to me, even begging me for mercy."

In other words, you lustful older sister enjoys ravaging the aloof, icy beauty.

Xing Rui, on the other end of the call, hesitated for a moment before replying, "Okay, I understand."

"Then bye-bye," Lust said with a smile, "I'm going to have some fun with my little baby in my arms."

Xing Rui hung up the call on her own initiative, afraid of hearing something she shouldn't have.

The young man she was currently embracing was one of the twelve treasures she had brought to the banquet. He was her favorite recently, handsome, quiet, and pleasurable to use.

At the same time, he was also a fourth-year student at Canghai Academy, and it was Lust who abducted him from the school.

Holding him close, like holding a soft jade, lust likes this feeling. She tilts her head to flirt, asking him if he knows how to use the props, saying that they should be used tonight.

The young, inexperienced man had a thin blush on his face. Even though he had witnessed such a grand banquet with lustful desires, he was still easily embarrassed, and his face would turn red so easily that you could pinch it.

He gently shook his head, looking at Lust with a secretive yet expectant gaze, as if asking her to teach him.

Lust laughed heartily and assured him that she could teach him tonight.

The journey was very pleasant.

Until lust stepped through the gates of his own mansion.

She sensed something unusual and slowly lowered her hand from the young man's waist.

Lust clicked her tongue listlessly and pushed the young man who had just been embracing her tenderly: "Go back to the amusement park by yourself, I have something to do."

The unpredictable nature of the lustful hat is something that the prey under the lustful hat have long been accustomed to.

The young man nodded, and very sensibly turned and took his leave.

With a look of utter disappointment, Lust glanced at his own house in front of him, stretched lazily, took off the messy erotic hat he had made, and scratched the back of his head.

She casually cast a spell and changed her clothes—well, they were much more normal than her previous outfit.

Then he pushed open the door to his house.

The room was dark, but Lust still spotted the man sitting impatiently on the sofa.

Many picture frames were scattered at the man's feet.

The photos displayed in the picture frame... After all, this is a house of lust, so they must be all sorts of wonderful moments between her and all sorts of men.

She used to hang them up with great pride and admire them in the most prominent place on the wall, but now a man has taken them all down and thrown them on the carpet like trash.

Lust sighed helplessly, left the door open, leaned against the doorframe, and stared at the cold, unapproachable man inside.

Junlin.

"What kind of nonsense is this?" Junlin said coldly, pressing his throbbing temples.

"You should have told me you were coming," Lust said bluntly, "so I could have packed up."

Lust reached out and turned on the light.

The action of pressing the light switch was so natural that lust subconsciously pressed that button as well.

The room was bathed in soft, romantic light, creating an atmosphere of extraordinary charm.

Junlin: "..." He stood up with a sullen face.

"I made a mistake." Lust snapped the light off again and turned on the regular light.

In those few seconds, when the lights came back on, Junlin had already stepped over the pile of messy photo frames, walked up to Lust, frowned, and looked down at her with cold eyes.

"What exactly do you do every day, Junyao?"

Lust twitched the corner of his mouth: "What is it now, brother?"