Mischievous Lolita in the Doll

Xia Ye suddenly turned around, gathered her magic power, and punched him against the wall. Then she turned around and continued walking with the other students.

"Wow! What was that just now? So fast, such a crazy move!" The pink-haired girl's eyes lit up again as she uttered words that were easy to misunderstand. At least the students of Jialidun who heard her words were almost in tears.

"Tsk, how rude." Mil stood up. Although he was a little angry, he knew that it would be a disadvantage for a boy to argue with a newbie girl like Xia Ye about such things. So he decided to go back and find an opportunity to steal all of Xia Ye's candy.

Without even looking at the phone, Mir pulled out the communication crystal that had returned to normal vibration and answered the call. He yelled at it without any politeness, "Hello! Who is it? How dare you call your grandfather when he's about to eat?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then Eileen's emotionless voice came through: "Mill Chiris...looks like your ass's itching again, isn't it?"

"Holy crap!" Mil's expression immediately softened: "I'm sorry, I'll call your mother to apologize." After all, that was the case anyway.

The scene left the group of teenagers completely stunned. Although TV shows often depict scenes where someone yells at someone on the phone and then immediately backs down, what was with this guy calling for the other person's mother to apologize? Wasn't he just acting so fierce a moment ago?

Chapter 170 Minor Friction

"Kid, do you hear me? Come home for dinner today!" Eileen commanded in a cold, emotionless voice.

"Why?" Mil knew the reason in his heart. He must have made Eileen unhappy by causing trouble in public today. If he went over there, he might be in trouble.

"If you don't come, you're dead!" Eileen said in a gloomy voice, then hung up the crystal.

Mil stared silently at his communication crystal. He knew that if he went back, he would be in deep trouble, but if he didn't go, it wouldn't just be bad luck.

"Hey!" Mil called out to the group in front of him, saying, "My mom called me home for dinner, so I won't be with you guys."

"It really is your mother!" The people behind her were speechless.

Carlo waved to indicate that he understood. After realizing that his message had been conveyed, Mill prepared to push through the crowd and go home, but he felt his clothes being tugged.

Looking back, the pink-haired girl was blinking her big eyes at him, looking incredibly cute, but Mil felt nothing.

"what?"

Grey blinked. "I want to come to your house for dinner too."

Is this girl crazy? This is the collective opinion of Carlo and his friends. They've only just met and they're already planning to meet her parents? What business is it of yours if her mother calls him home for dinner?

A rather burly-looking young man quickly ran over and blocked Gray's path, glaring at Mill with hostility: "Kid! You're not allowed to walk with Junior Sister anymore, understand?"

Mil stared at the guy with dead fish eyes. The burly boy was annoyed by his gaze, and a strange courage compelled him to shove Mil, as if the people standing behind him had emboldened him.

Although it was always their junior sister who took the initiative to go to him, the boys knew in their hearts that their behavior was like that of a clown in a novel. But even if they became clowns, if their junior sister was about to be kidnapped and they didn't stand up, would they still be men?

Mil raised an eyebrow. What gave the other person the courage to provoke him? Mil had been thinking about how to mess with the guy the moment he spoke, but the guy actually pushed him. You know, this action, although it doesn't cause any real harm, is precisely the kind of action that's most likely to annoy people.

Visible magical power gradually gathered around Mir. He wouldn't let anyone provoke him. If someone provoked him and then went back triumphantly, it would make him very unhappy. So he would usually retaliate on the spot.

But then again, this is a scene that often appears in novels, right? But Mil really doesn't have any feelings for this clueless girl. What's the use of her being cute? Is she as cute as his own true self?

Seeing that the atmosphere here was not good, the crowd that had been squeezing around quickly dispersed, leaving a space for the group.

The burly boy blocking Gray's path was covered in cold sweat. He knew how fierce the guy opposite him was, and he didn't expect that the other party would actually dare to use magic in public. However, he thought that the guy was just trying to scare him and wouldn't make a move rashly.

"I'm telling you, you're not good enough for him..."

"Boom!!" "Hurrah!"

Mir threw a quick punch, but it didn't hit the guy. At the crucial moment, Vilse called out to Ura, who stopped Mir with his palm.

After all, they weren't like Mil, that abnormal guy. If Mil beat up someone from another school here, it would be bad for their school's reputation. Although Ura didn't understand this, he knew what he needed to do the moment Vil called him.

The rather burly-looking guy was already sitting on the ground, staring wide-eyed at Mil in disbelief. He hadn't expected this guy to attack so suddenly. If his companion hadn't stopped him, he might already be dead.

However, the boy did nothing further. Instead, he lowered his head in shame. He knew how humiliating his actions were, and he knew that if he were to provoke the other party again, he would appear even more shameful, like a dog relying on its master's power. He was prepared to become a clown, but he couldn't bring shame to his group.

His classmates didn't blame him, nor did they seek revenge on Mil for him. After all, it was just a minor conflict between classmates, and Mil hadn't done anything wrong.

"Oh ho?" The pink-haired girl didn't react to the situation, but stared blankly at Mir's fist and the red mark gradually fading from Ura's palm.

Ula didn't pay attention to the red mark on his palm. Instead, he scratched his head innocently, looked at Mil, and then at Vilse.

Mir was quite measured in his attack, because he was afraid of killing his opponent with one punch. So although his punch looked fierce, he didn't use too much force. Otherwise, even Ura might not be able to withstand a full-force punch.

Violet quickly stepped forward and slapped Mil's hard head: "Are you stupid! Hitting him here means everyone will know you did it, right? Why don't you just put a sack over his head in the middle of the night?"

The onlookers all leaned back. "Are you trying to smother us all by saying this in front of us?"

I initially thought this girl was reasonable enough to teach this violent guy a lesson, but it turns out she's not a normal person either.

"I can't stand people being arrogant in front of me." Mir first looked at Ula's hand, and after making sure the other man was alright, he continued, "Let's beat him up here, so I don't forget how he offended me and killed him."

This is not an exaggeration. Mil always keeps in mind those who have offended him and haven't retaliated yet, but he may not remember exactly how they offended him. In such cases, he usually takes the most retaliatory measures.

Mil turned to Grey and said, "By the way, my house is quite big. You can come over if you want, but it'll be too noisy if there are too many people..." As he spoke, Mil looked at the group of boys and girls dressed in the same clothes behind Grey.

“I understand, I understand!” The pink-haired girl nodded, then said to Mil, “I won’t go to your house as long as you tell me what race you are.”

"That's not what I was talking about!" Mil looked at the other person with a headache. How could there be such a clueless person in this world? But he still wanted to invite the other person to his home. After all, if there was a stranger he didn't know present, Eileen would definitely not lecture him in front of him.

"Then I'm leaving." Mir didn't indulge her and left without hesitation.

Seeing that Mil left without saying a word, Grey immediately chased after him, not forgetting to wave to her senior brothers and sisters behind her, signaling them not to follow.

The boys and girls felt their hearts breaking when they saw their junior sister chasing after him, stumbling and falling. Although their junior sister was unreliable, she was adorable. Usually, they would fawn over her like devoted fans, but now she was showing interest in a strange man. It felt like something they were protecting had been stolen.

What's so great about that guy? He's got no looks and no personality! (Sour lemon)

When Mil saw the girl run to his side, he didn't say anything. To him, the only use of this girl was to stand aside as a third wheel so that Eileen wouldn't dare to lay a hand on him.

Along the way, Grey kept asking Mil what race he was, but Mil ignored her completely.

Chapter 171 An Angle as Decoration

At Eileen's house, Eileen, wearing an apron, stared blankly at Mill and Grey, who was curiously looking around behind him.

Grey was quite surprised. After seeing Eileen, she realized that the boy she had been pestering was actually the son of the headmaster of the Beautiful Morning Academy. Didn't this headmaster have a daughter with the Queen? Why hadn't she been seen? Was she given to the Queen to raise?

Eileen was incredibly annoyed. What the hell did this mean? She'd only just met him, and he was already taking her home to meet her parents? How could she hand over her daughter, whom she'd raised for three years, to this pink toad?!

Eileen's hand gradually reached for the kitchen knife on the cutting board, and Mil almost peed his pants when he saw her move, even though he couldn't pee.

He simply brought another girl home. Was it really necessary for Eileen to turn on him with swords and kill him? It's just one more mouth to feed, right? It can't be that serious.

Mir seriously considered the idea of ​​reverting to his original form and begging for mercy, but he immediately dismissed this unreliable idea. There were outsiders here, and this unreliable guy might gossip everywhere.

Eileen deftly twirled the kitchen knife in her hand, then pointed it at Grey: "I remember you seem to be Love's student, what brings you here?"

Faced with Eileen's unfriendly questioning, Grey showed no fear, raised one hand, and replied in her still energetic voice, "I'm here to eat!"

"Eat?" Eileen was taken aback. Did this guy really follow Mil all the way to her house just for a meal? Do I even know you that well that you come to my house for dinner?! And seriously, does she have any designs on our daughter?

Eileen glanced at the distance between Mill and Grey standing—two meters, which was far too close!

Eileen beckoned to Mill with a dark expression. Mill seemed extremely reluctant. Too lazy to walk towards Eileen, he simply moved a step to the side, so that Eileen was pointing at Grey!

Seeing her son so uncooperative, Eileen used her power to bring him to her presence and slapped him on the head: "Kid, don't get too close to this girl, understand?!" Her voice was undisguised, as if she were speaking to Grey.

If other girls were close to Mil, Eileen wouldn't have thought anything of it. After all, she couldn't assume a girl was malicious just because she was close to her own child. But this girl was different! She clung to Mil so intimately on their first meeting today, which made Eileen feel that this girl was quite dangerous, as if she might snatch her child away at any moment.

But since she was already there, Eileen couldn't very well send her away. After all, she was her old friend's student, and what would it look like if she kicked her out? So even though she was a million times unwilling, Eileen still prepared an extra set of chopsticks and a bowl, but she didn't prepare a chair.

"Huh?" Grey, having served herself her food, looked at Eileen in confusion. "Where's my chair?"

“Go and move them yourself.” Eileen pointed to where the extra stools were placed, her demanding manner resembling that of a mother-in-law who was making things difficult for her daughter-in-law.

Grey looked at the stool that was some distance away with a troubled expression. She was too lazy to move it.

She looked in Mil's direction, then her eyes lit up. She walked over and pushed Mil aside, wanting to share a chair with him. She even turned to ask, "What race are you?"

Mir angrily shoved her back, almost causing her to fall to the ground. Don't call him stingy; Mir simply doesn't allow others to share what belongs to him.

Grey pouted in dissatisfaction and muttered under her breath, "Stingy."

Then she obediently went to get her own chair.

Seeing this, Eileen nodded in satisfaction. At least she knew that her little devil didn't seem to be interested in this girl, and that was enough.

After Grey was seated, Eileen didn't immediately pick up her chopsticks. She looked at Grey sitting opposite her and asked seemingly casually, "You're a dragon, aren't you?"

“That’s right.” Grey admitted without hesitation, “We’re dragons, you know. By the way, you’re one too, right, Eileen? I’ve heard Mom mention you…”

Grey sweetly called Eileen "sister," even though Eileen did look very young. Mil, on the other hand, didn't care about such things, because he had been taken advantage of by countless people because of Eileen.

Mil looked at Gray with a puzzled expression. Dragons are the race with the strongest average attributes among the races in the other world, which is universally acknowledged. But nowadays, dragons should be rarely seen. This is the first time he has seen a dragon other than Eileen. No, perhaps the pedestrian he saw before was a dragon, but he didn't recognize it because it was in human form.

However, after a moment of doubt, Mir didn't pay much attention to it. After all, no matter how rare dragons are, they are not nearly extinct, and no matter how powerful they are, they are not invincible. Even Eileen once exclaimed that Mir's power was enough to crush some dragons.

Looking at Grey's head, he didn't find the same thin horns as Eileen, which made Mil a little puzzled. Could it be that these horns represented a special identity?

Mir reached for the pointed horn on Eileen's head, only to be slapped away by Eileen without hesitation.

"What do you want to do?" Eileen looked at Mil expressionlessly. From Eileen's perspective, Mil wanted to touch her head. If he touched her head, what would become of her maternal authority?

Mil, whose hand was slapped away, didn't throw a tantrum. Instead, he simply voiced his question: "Why doesn't she have horns on her head?"

Eileen glanced at Mir with a puzzled look, then, to his astonishment, removed her horns: "These are just a pair of headdresses, understand?"

Mil was immediately shocked. These were headdresses?! He'd lived with them for three years and had no idea! Seriously, were these things, which Eileen never took off even when she slept, really headdresses?!

After putting the two sharp corners back on, Eileen looked at Mil's chest in silence. Come to think of it, she hadn't bought Mil any hair accessories or anything like that yet; she'd only ever bought her little dresses. Should she buy her some headbands and hair clips to style her hair next time? That would be so cute; our daughter is cute no matter what!

Mil had no idea that Eileen had mentally prepared him for this. He calmly poured himself a cup of tea, then accidentally spilled it on his pants because of the large movement.

Grey immediately covered her mouth in surprise and said to Eileen, "Auntie, your son spilled tea on his pants."

Eileen immediately glared at Grey with displeasure. She wasn't blind, and besides, the child had just called her "sister," so how did she start calling her "auntie"?

Eileen said with a forced smile, "Be good, call me sister."

Grey: "Auntie, my sister just spilled tea on her pants."

Eileen: "..."

Chapter 172 Eileen, Homesick

Mir ignored their interaction, glanced at his soaked pants, and then started taking them off in front of them, only to be slapped on the back of the head by Eileen.

"Get out of here and change!" Eileen said angrily, pointing to the door of a bedroom.

If it were just Eileen here, it wouldn't matter, but there was also a pink-haired girl present, and Eileen naturally couldn't let her do such an unseemly thing.

Mir scratched his head and obediently went to his room.