Mischievous Lolita in the Doll

Unlike the discord on the boys' side, Xiao Lu and Xia Ye showered together. At first, Xiao Lu just jokingly suggested that they shower together, but unexpectedly, Xia Ye actually agreed. It seems that Xiao Lu will have to teach Xia Ye how to protect herself in another world.

In the eyes of modern people, it's not a big deal or anything new for girls to shower together. But in Xiao Lu's eyes, she was too unguarded. Does that mean women can be so careless? It seems she needs to teach this girl a lesson right away.

Xiao Lu stood behind Xia Ye, put her hands under her armpits, and directly covered Xia Ye's breasts. They felt soft and had a nice texture, but they were too flat.

"what!"

Xiao Lu's sudden attack made Xia Ye, who was caught off guard, cry out. He quickly turned around, pushed her away, and looked at her warily.

What do you want to do?

"Let me check if your development is normal." Xiao Lu walked over to her. "Oh, are you blushing?"

Xia Ye frowned; this teacher's behavior was really not normal.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore." Xiaolu took a few steps back to keep a distance that made Xia Ye feel at ease. "In another world, girls can't just take a bath with a strange older sister, especially when you're not sure about her orientation. She might just take advantage of you on the spot."

A sense of shame is something that is taught from a young age. If everyone grew up without clothes, perhaps there would be no such thing as shame.

Hearing her words, Xia Ye frowned even more. She had never heard of such a thing before. Although she often saw two girls or two boys hugging by the lake in the academy, she thought it was just normal interaction between good female friends (male?). She didn't expect the world to be so relaxed about sexual orientation, but it shouldn't be that easy to see a lot of them, right?

Seeing Xia Ye's conflicted expression, Xiao Lu couldn't help but laugh, which made Xia Ye look at her with confusion.

“These are some phenomena of psychic abilities,” Xiao Lu began gesturing wildly with her hands. “Unlike ordinary people, we mid-level or high-level ability users have unlimited lifespans, so we don’t need to worry about things like procreation.”

"Some ordinary people feel jealous when they see someone of the same sex who is more attractive than themselves. For us long-lived beings, being jealous of others is meaningless. So we start to appreciate their beauty. Of course, you can also understand it as our bodies changing after we become ability users, and we begin to be able to accept the same sex."

In other words, nothing is useful except for the last sentence.

"You've been an ability user for so many days now, haven't you noticed any changes in yourself?" Xiao Lu asked while washing her hair with a little shampoo squeezed out, her back to the other person.

"I don't feel that way; I haven't met that many people."

Xia Ye thought hard for a moment, and realized that there probably wasn't a woman who could make her heart flutter... right?

Chapter Seventy-Eight: Too Many Tears to Tell

By the time everyone had finished showering and was ready to eat, it was completely dark.

Everyone was crammed into one room to enjoy the restaurant's food, in Mir and Carlo's room.

It must be said that this hotel is very conscientious in terms of food; the quality and taste of the meals are quite good.

"Hey, this meal almost wipes out all the money we earned from this training, right?" Carlo ate the delicious food with trembling hands. Although he knew the meal was very expensive, he couldn't resist the temptation.

"What does it have to do with anything?" Mil chewed the food in his mouth and answered him indistinctly, "I told you it's a super low price. It will only cost a little over a thousand after we leave."

"Isn't this the same thing? Half the money is gone!"

Hearing their conversation, Xia Ye fell into deep thought. She could only earn two thousand dollars a month, and half of that was gone after eating and drinking at this restaurant a few times. This income was completely insufficient, and she would probably have to borrow money again next month.

Xiao Lu, who was standing nearby, noticed Xia Ye's thoughts and, thinking of Xia Ye's appearance after coming from the real world, couldn't help but explain it to her.

"Don't complain about the low income. After all, you're just students. Besides, the reward this time was originally split among us. The reward we can get will vary depending on the task. The highest amount each person in my class received was over 50,000."

"It makes me so angry just thinking about this!" Mil angrily pointed a chicken leg at Xiao Lu. "Why do you get the same amount of money as us when you don't do anything?"

Xiao Lu didn't answer his question, but looked at him with loving eyes.

"Isn't that a mercenary group?" Xia Ye, who often reads novels, had some knowledge of these things. "A reward of 50,000 per person must be very dangerous. How is that any different from a mercenary group that sells their lives?"

“Yes, that’s pretty much it.” This time it was Mil who answered her. “Speaking of which, this academy was originally a mercenary group. It seems that many scholars joined later and it was changed into an academy, but some rules haven’t been changed back.”

"Huh? Is that so? How come I didn't know that?" Carlo, who was completely unaware of this, widened his eyes.

“It was BBA who told me.”

Eileen told Mil a lot of stories about the academy's history to lull her to sleep when she was being disobedient. Although Mil had no idea what was so interesting about it, the hypnotic effect was indeed top-notch.

Xiaolu glanced at Mir in surprise. It seemed that the title of "Dean's son" wasn't for nothing; Eileen had even told him this, after all, the predecessor of the world's number one academy was a mercenary group or something...

"Even if we encounter danger, there's no need to be afraid." Xiao Lu stretched out her not-so-strong arm, striking a fit pose. "What do you think we teachers are for? Just to write evaluations?"

"Isn't that right?" Mil curled his lip at her disdainfully.

His deepest impression of teacher Xiaolu was the evaluation she wrote about him in her little notebook. Evaluations were basically equivalent to grades in this academy, and sometimes these devilish teachers would even use magic to send them to the students' parents. As Erin's adopted son, Mir received special treatment from this girl, and almost every evaluation of him would be personally handed to Erin by her.

Can you imagine how your mom would react when she sees your teacher personally handing her a test paper with a score of no more than 60?

Anyway, Eileen won't give Mir a good look, and if he does too badly, he might even get a scolding from Eileen.

This is the main reason why Mil's attitude towards Xiaolu is bad. If the teacher in charge of the team is Lux, Mil can ask her for a little bit and she won't hand over the evaluation to Eileen. Even if Eileen asks her for it, she will change the evaluation to be better, although Eileen never believes it.

But this guy in front of her was different. She always liked to settle personal scores, not only highlighting where Mil's performance was bad (because most of his performance was recorded there), but also liking to give him a big "bad" rating. Mil's evaluation never exceeded "good" after passing through her hands. Even the only time he got a "good" rating was because he called Mil to bring him toilet paper when he ran out.

In short, in Mir's eyes, Xiao Lu was a teacher who could do almost nothing except write "bad" marks, and she even lived off the team's money, making her a complete parasite.

Look, after hearing Mil's doubts about her, she started writing them down in her notebook again.

However, Mir did not stop her, and continued to look at her with disdain.

Anyway, even if she burns her little notebook, this guy can use her [mystical] magic to restore it.

"If you're done, go back inside. This is a boys' room. What are you girls doing here causing trouble?"

"Tsk, who would want to stay here?" Xiao Lu gave Mill the middle finger, then dragged Xia Ye back.

After the two men left, Mil lay down on his bed, ready to go to sleep.

I won't be letting people out today. I was hoping to get a single room.

"Hey, Mill, I need to talk to you about something." Carlo lay on his side on his bed, looking at Mill, who was only two meters away from him.

The double room has two beds, but if a couple stays, they can combine the two beds together and have a larger mattress provided by the hotel.

Now the two of them are on two beds, two meters apart.

"What?" Mil turned his head to look at the nerdy guy.

"Can I tie you up with my chains before you sleep...?"

"roll!!"

"Please, otherwise I won't be able to sleep peacefully."

Don't misunderstand anything inexplicable. Carlo is referring to Pamir suddenly getting up in the middle of the night to beat him up. As mentioned before, this guy has terrible sleeping habits. When he's in his loli form, it's okay, at most he'll kick off the blankets or something, but when he's in his doll form, his terrible sleeping habits increase countless times, and also increase in power countless times. He even goes from having terrible sleeping habits to sleepwalking.

The fact that their special apartment was built specifically for him shows how bad his sleeping posture is. Carlo still can't forget the time when they were doing field training and this guy sleepwalked out of his own tent in the middle of the night, went straight to Carlo's tent which was two tents away, violently tore his tent open, and forced him to do a whole set of radio calisthenics.

I will cry if I continue.

Chapter Seventy-Nine Attack

The night was deep, and Carlo, who had said he couldn't sleep peacefully, was sleeping like a log, while Mill was having trouble sleeping.

He always had a bad feeling. He had said before that his premonitions were sometimes accurate and sometimes not. When they were accurate, he would even get some insights when buying lottery tickets. When they were inaccurate, he might fall into a sewer without feeling anything.

"I always have this feeling of being watched..."

What's the right choice at this moment? Of course, it's to wake up your companions and discuss your intuition with them. Carlo and Xiaolu have teamed up with him countless times, so they naturally have some understanding of Mir's intuition. Xia Ye is similar; the Shadow Lord who had them completely fooled back then was caught because of Mir's intuition, although it might be related to their intellectual limitations…

If Mir had woken them up at this moment and told them how he felt, he would have been taken seriously.

But who is Mil? He's an unconventional genius... a wise man. At this moment, he has no intention of informing his companions at all, and even has the leisure to take out a watercolor pen and draw poop on Carlo's face.

After finishing the drawing, he lay back down on the bed, trying to ignore the intuition and fall asleep. Danger... it didn't exist. First of all, judging from the strength of his intuition, it didn't seem like it would pose a serious danger to him. He had had this intuition several times before. At first, he thought it was some kind of terrorist attack, which made him nervous for a long time. In the end, it was just a train derailment that knocked him fifty meters away.

This time will definitely be no exception. In a little while, a train might suddenly derail and knock him, who is on the third floor, more than fifty meters away. Rather than let such a trivial matter disturb his sleep, he might as well fall asleep first, be woken up, and then go back to sleep. Maybe he can even use this to blackmail the hotel owner. If something happens in your hotel, it would be a bit unreasonable not to give some compensation, right?

No, that's not right either. Mir rolled over and continued thinking. Wouldn't it be even worse if he were suddenly woken up while he was sleeping? After all, no one would be happy to have their sweet dreams disturbed. Moreover, this intuition felt like someone was scratching a blackboard with their fingernails in his mind, and he couldn't ignore it at all.

"Tsk, what a hassle."

Mir put on his shoes, got up and walked outside. If someone else were in this situation, they would probably find a few more people to increase their sense of security, or hide in an absolutely safe place to minimize the danger they intuitively sensed.

But Mil is different. He's a thick-skinned, simple-minded guy. What danger could be more important than eating and sleeping? In situations like this, he simply runs out to face the danger he instinctively senses. Let any train or something come crashing into him. After he's done, he'll go back to sleep anyway.

After greeting the young man at the platform, Mir left the hotel.

The location of this inn is quite good, with a small grove of trees right outside. Because several people with special abilities were hired to take many protective measures during the construction of the inn, ordinary insects and the like cannot get close to it.

After leaving the hotel, Mil felt his premonition become even clearer, a feeling as uncomfortable as wearing five layers of underwear that hadn't been washed for a month.

Then Mil saw the source of his intuition—a priest who looked rather strange.

The priest didn't look any different from the other priests, except that he was holding a strange book and was about two meters tall, the tall and thin type. He looked at Mil, who appeared in front of him, with a compassionate expression.

There are priests in this other world too, but basically, apart from some kind-hearted people who genuinely want to do charity and provide a better living environment for children without parents, they are just some pretentious charlatans.

The environment and conditions here are different from those in the real world. In the real world, if you say that there is a god and perform some miracles, all sorts of scholars will pop up and use scientific methods to make various proofs, and finally successfully prove that the god does not exist.

The other world is much simpler; you can just attribute everything to magic.

"The sun was so scorching just now, and now it's suddenly raining. This must be a miracle!"

"You're overthinking it, this is magic."

"This person was covered in wounds and almost died, but suddenly he recovered completely. This must be a miracle!"

"You're overthinking it, this is magic."

"My chocolate pudding suddenly disappeared! It must be because God didn't like it, so He made it go away!"

"You're overthinking it. I stole this."

"Damn it!!"

In conclusion, it is clear that being a priest in another world is even more difficult than in the real world. No matter what big news you make, people will say it's magic. They may not even know what kind of magic it is, or they may have never even seen such magic before, but in any case, it is magic.

So the moment Mil saw the priest, he immediately labeled him as "not a good person".

It seems this really was a terrorist attack?

"Are you the one who stays up all night and randomly flashes your light in other people's minds? Are you crazy? Isn't that annoying?"

Despite Mil's blunt rebuke, the priest did not show any anger. He extended his free hand and, under Mil's wary gaze, drew a strange symbol on his chest. Nothing happened, so it didn't seem to be magic.

"Lord, please forgive this ignorant youth, and do not be angry for such a lowly ant."

A lowly ant? Interesting, this is the first time someone has called me that… but this first time is incredibly unpleasant… absolutely unpleasant…

“I’ll give you two choices. First, get out of here right now…” Mil took a small step forward with his left leg and clenched his fists. “Second, you stand here and let me do three Euler’s… no, seven Euler’s. Which do you choose?”

The priest did not answer him, but stood there looking at Mir with a compassionate gaze, a gaze that made Mir very uncomfortable.