If you want to survive after transmigrating, become the male protagonist's new mother.

Pei Yuening was somewhat distracted during the morning classes.

The professor of magic circle theory was a great magician with gray hair.

His voice was so hypnotic that Pei Yuening started to drift off and her mind went blank as she listened.

Also, what exactly did Qi Zhiyue want with him?

He turned a page of the textbook, but didn't absorb a single word.

Lin Huaijin, who was next to him, glanced at him and continued to copy notes.

Finally, the bell rang for the fourth period. Pei Yuening practically launched himself off, grabbed his schoolbag, and headed for the door. He was so fast that Ryan couldn't even stop him.

What happened?! He was dying of curiosity!

The dean's office is located at the very end of the main building.

The gate, originally described in the novel as having gold trim, has now been reduced to a single layer of wooden planks by Qi Zhiyue, looking utterly plain.

Pei Yuening also wanted to complain at the time.

The dean was so greedy that gold bars would fall out every few steps, yet he still dared to build such an outrageous door.

Damn, now look what happened.

He was slapped to pieces by Qin Shuxing and went off to enjoy his life.

……

Pei Yuening stood at the door and knocked twice.

"Please come in," Qi Zhiyue's voice came from inside.

Pei Yuening pushed open the door and went in.

The office was more spacious than he had imagined.

The bookshelf against the wall was crammed with all sorts of files and books.

There was a dark-colored desk by the window, with several documents spread out on it. Qi Zhiyue was sitting behind the desk, holding a pen in her hand, and glanced up at him.

"You're here." She put down her pen. "Have a seat."

Pei Yuening sat down in the chair opposite the desk, placing her hands neatly on her knees.

"Teacher Qi."

"Um."

Qi Zhiyue's lips twitched, and she poured a cup of tea, pushing it towards him: "Try it."

Pei Yuening picked up the cup and thanked him softly.

Qi Zhiyue, who was opposite him, did not rush to speak, but looked at him for a while first.

"The Imperial Rose is indeed beautiful."

Pei Yuening almost choked on her tea: "...Teacher Qi, please don't joke with me."

"Haha, okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore."

Qi Zhiyue smiled and shrugged, then changed the subject: "By the way, what's the name of your little dragon again?"

Pei Yuening put down her cup and obediently replied, "Its name is Juanjuan."

"Juanjuan." Qi Zhiyue repeated, then nodded. "Then I'll get straight to the point."

"You must have heard about the selection process early next week, right?"

Pei Yuening paused for a moment, then said, "Yeah, I've heard about it."

Qi Zhiyue continued, "The rules for the Three Schools Cup are four spots, and all grades can register. I came to see you today because I wanted to ask you a question—"

"Do you want to participate?"

Pei Yuening was stunned.

He blinked, his mind almost not quite processing it.

and many more?

The Three Schools Cup? Him?

A person without magic?

In the original story, he got into trouble because of the Three Schools Cup—but he still had to bribe other players to sabotage it!

"...Huh?" Pei Yuening blurted out instinctively, "Dean Qi, I don't have any magic!"

Qi Zhiyue's expression remained unchanged: "I know."

"That--"

"You can bring a familiar to the Three Schools Cup."

Pei Yuening: "…………"

Oh, that's alright then.

"...So, you want me to bring Juanjuan to the competition?"

"That's right," Qi Zhiyue said. "The rules are very clear. Contestants can bring two items into the secret realm, one of which is a familiar."

She paused for a moment, then casually said, "However, most players will prioritize bringing magic swords, protective gear, and potions; very few will bring familiars."

"That's the main reason too."

"I've rarely seen a kid possess such an overpowered familiar before graduation."

"Let alone legendary level, even A-level is rare."

Pei Yuening didn't know what to say.

However, he has three familiars like this.

I suddenly feel so silly and cute...

wrong.

Pei Yuening suddenly had a thought: "Is this all we're bringing? Didn't anyone bring any food?"

"There are magical beasts in the secret realm," Qi Zhiyue picked up her tea and took a sip. "The practical training has also been teaching how to disassemble magical beasts, so you can rest assured about that."

"Oh...so that means my teammates will all be able to do it?"

"right."

Having said that, Pei Yuening had no more reservations.

"That's fine."

As long as I can eat, anything is fine.

Qi Zhiyue raised an eyebrow: "Then it's settled?"

"Yes," Pei Yuening nodded, "Thank you for giving me this opportunity."

Qi Zhiyue waved her hand: "The capable should take the lead. I was just thinking of giving Holy Academy more hope of winning the championship."

She laughed and said, "However, in order to convince everyone, you still have to participate in the preliminary selection next week."

There's not much suspense, really. If Juanjuan just stood there, anyone with a weak heart would probably burst into tears.

Pei Yuening: "Okay, I understand."

"Alright, go ahead."

Qi Zhiyue stood up and saw Pei Yuening out.

"Don't forget to tell your brother later."

"Okay," Pei Yuening bowed slightly, "Then, Teacher Qi, I'll head back now."

"Hmm," Qi Zhiyue waved her hand, "If you're interested, you can also check out the practical training these next few days."

"After all, the Three Schools Cup is a team sport, so it's never a bad thing to learn more."

Pei Yuening nodded: "I understand, thank you."

Pei Yuening walked out of the dean's office and down the corridor.

The afternoon sun streamed in through the side window and shone on Pei Yuening's face.

He walked for a while, then his pace gradually slowed down.

Qi Zhiyue's words do make sense.

The Three Schools Cup is a team sport, and I know almost nothing about actual combat training. It's better to go and observe it sooner rather than later when I'm completely clueless.

Moreover, even though he was occupying a spot, he didn't want to hold anyone back.

Outside the school gate, Pei Yuening glanced around and, sure enough, saw the butler already waiting there.

"Young Master," the butler bowed.

"Hey!" Pei Yuening jogged over to greet him: "Mr. Butler."

"I'd like to stay at school this afternoon to observe the live-fire training. Please come pick me up later."

The butler nodded without asking any further questions: "Yes, young master. I'll come back this evening."

"Thank you for your hard work."

After watching the butler leave, Pei Yuening turned and went back to the teaching building.

The classroom was indeed empty at this time. Ryan and the others had probably all gone to the cafeteria and would most likely head straight to the training ground later.

Pei Yuening had no interest in the cafeteria's savory lunches.

He put his schoolbag on the table, picked up his water bottle, and went out humming an unknown tune.

The off-season breeze carries a faint scent of grass, and the branches and leaves on both sides of the sycamore-lined avenue have grown quite lush.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the road.

Pei Yuening walked at a moderate pace, and he was in a good mood, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

There were many people coming and going on the road, and occasionally a few younger students carrying textbooks would rush by.

Under the shade of the tree, groups of two or three students were chatting, and some people glanced in his direction, but Pei Yuening didn't pay much attention.

He continued walking forward.

As I passed the middle section of Wutong Road, three or four people walked towards me from the other side of the road.

Leading the way was a tall boy with his school uniform jacket loosely draped over his shoulders, the collar unbuttoned, revealing a crooked shirt collar underneath.

He was tilting his head and talking to the person next to him, laughing in a carefree manner.

The people next to him were all pretty much the same, walking this way with their arms around each other's shoulders.

Just as the two groups were about to pass each other, the leader suddenly stopped talking.

He paused, as if frozen in place, the rest of his sentence stuck in his throat.

The people next to him were still walking forward. When they realized he hadn't followed, they turned around and looked at him in confusion.

"Joshua, what's wrong?"

He did not answer.

His gaze followed the figure in front of him.

Sunlight filtered through the sycamore leaves, illuminating that breathtakingly beautiful face even more clearly.

Not to mention the smile around his full lips.

Joshua felt that even Venus, the goddess of love, was nothing special compared to him.

He watched them go for a full thirty meters.

It wasn't until that figure turned the corner and disappeared into the direction of the training field that I finally came to my senses.

"Holy crap!"

The person next to him waved a hand in front of his eyes: "Where's your soul?"

"That's all."

"..."

Joshua licked his lips, his eyes still fixed in that direction: "Who was that person just now?"

The person next to him shook his head: "Didn't notice. If the face is unfamiliar, then we must have come to study here after we left school."

"oh."

Joshua seemed lost in thought.

A moment later, he revealed a confident smile.

"Go ask around," Joshua raised an eyebrow, "Can you believe it in three days?"

"……what?"