It's so hard being a hero!

She opened her mouth, wanting to call out to the other person, wanting to say something, but in the end she only managed to squeeze out two words.

"Thank you."

Frey paused at the doorway but didn't turn around.

"You're welcome. You can consider me a friend if you'd like."

After saying that, she stepped out of the clinic and disappeared into the night.

Xiangyun reached out and picked up the crystal bottle, turned it over to look at it, and then held it tightly in her palm.

For some reason, she suddenly remembered the girl who looked almost exactly like Su Lan from earlier that day.

The other party just arrived here today, and Su Lan's wife came over tonight, bringing her a generous gift.

Is this really just a coincidence?

Chapter 83 Dimensional Reduction Attack

The next morning, Sophia was woken up by the academy's wake-up bell.

"Sigh! This is my third time being a student."

Sophia opened her eyes, sighed, washed up, changed into her magically enhanced school uniform that wouldn't get dirty or wrinkle, and sat down at her dressing table.

She looked like she hadn't slept well in the mirror.

The main reason is that I was exhausted by those little girls yesterday.

She stared at her waist-length hair and frowned.

Ever since Frey used magic to grow her hair, this long hair has become very inconvenient.

If her mother hadn't forbade her to cut her hair, she would have had it chopped off long ago.

Being a woman is really troublesome.

She thought for a moment, then raised her hand, and seven-colored magical light shone from her fingertips.

This is shaping magic.

As the magic enveloped her hair, the long silver hair floated up on its own, braiding and extending backward along the shape of her head, converging at the back of her head to finally form an exquisite bow-shaped bun.

"It's done."

After finishing the job, Sophia in the mirror suddenly exuded a more elegant air, and paired with the school uniform, she looked exactly like a standard aristocratic young lady.

"Damn, the more I look at it, the more pleasing it seems."

After making a complaint, she quickly looked away and picked up the timetable to take a look.

Today's first period is a magic practice class.

She got up and walked out of the dormitory; there were already quite a few students in the corridor.

When acquaintances saw her, they all greeted her in a friendly manner, and Sofia politely nodded in response.

As I passed through the lobby on the first floor, I heard hushed whispers behind me.

"Look, those are the new students from Class 3 who arrived yesterday, right? They're so pretty."

"Yes, and it's said that she's only twelve years old and already at the Bronze level."

Sofia quickened her pace and walked out the door.

The warm morning sun and the fresh scent of grass and trees in the air made her feel much more energetic.

When I arrived at the classroom, there were already more than twenty people sitting inside.

As soon as she entered, someone greeted her.

"Good morning, Sophia."

Luke, the brown-haired boy sitting in the front row, was the first to wave, his face beaming with a sunny smile.

Sophia nodded and walked towards the window seat.

As soon as I sat down, several boys surrounded me, chattering and trying to strike up a conversation.

"Sophia, you said yesterday that you came from Kyle City. Is that place far away?"

"Your hair looks beautiful today."

Before she could figure out how to respond, a slightly domineering female voice came from beside her.

"Hey, you guys, stay away from Sophia."

A girl with a high ponytail strode over and, without saying a word, pushed several boys aside.

She looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with big, round eyes and a boss-like aura.

"Sophia just enrolled, what kind of behavior is it for you all to be so close together?"

Lilia also came over, took Sophia's arm, and made a face at the boys.

The boys were scolded and forced to retreat, but they couldn't help but look this way.

Sophia was both amused and exasperated; the feeling of being protected by a group of young girls was quite novel.

Soon, several female classmates gathered around and started chatting.

Not long after, the school bell rang.

A young man in his early thirties, thin and refined, walked in wearing a dark gray mage's robe.

But the badge on his chest, signifying a diamond-level mage, suggests that this man is more than just someone who appears refined.

"Class is starting. Is everyone here? This is a magic practice class. Everyone, pack your things and gather at the training ground."

Upon hearing this, the students all stood up, some grabbing their staffs, others checking their magical artifacts, their faces beaming with excitement.

The training ground is behind the teaching building; it's a large open space, several times larger than the area where we were assessed yesterday.

The area was surrounded by a protective barrier, and rows of wooden dummy targets were in the distance.

The students automatically dispersed into a line, with each person a few meters apart.

The diamond-level male teacher stood at the very front, holding a staff in his hand.

"Today we'll practice elemental condensation and release, starting with fire. We'll convert the magic power in our bodies into fire attributes, condense it in our palms, and release it at the wooden dummy."

He raised his hand to demonstrate, and a ball of orange-red flame lit up in his palm. With a gentle push, the fireball accurately hit the wooden target dozens of meters away, scorching the target surface black.

"The key is to control the amount of magic output, keep the flame stable, and keep the trajectory straight. Okay, start practicing. Call me anytime if you have any questions."

The students tried it out one after another, and various lights lit up the training field.

A small flame appeared in someone's palm, but it went out before they could throw it.

Someone gathered too much energy, and the flames exploded.

Some people did manage to fire, but their aim was ridiculously bad.

The male teacher walked back and forth, occasionally offering a few pointers.

Sophia could tell that these students were generally exceptionally talented; calling them geniuses wouldn't be an exaggeration.

The male teacher turned around and his gaze suddenly fell on Sophia. Everyone else was practicing enthusiastically, but she was standing still.

"That classmate?"

The male teacher walked up to her, looked her over carefully, and asked.

"Are you new here?"

"Yes, I just arrived yesterday."

"Then why aren't you practicing? Is it because you don't know how? It's okay if you don't know how, I can teach you."

Sophia quickly waved her hand.

"No, I'm thinking about the best way to make a move."

This made the male teacher laugh.

"Try it boldly. It's not shameful to fail. Besides, everyone who gets into our class has some magical background."

Sophia sighed.

Then she raised her right hand, aimed it at the wooden dummy in front of her, and infused it with magic.

A surge of intense magic pulsed in his palm, and the air temperature suddenly rose.

The male teacher's encouraging smile froze the next second.

A blinding crimson light shone from Sofia's palm, and magic gathered at a speed far exceeding expectations. The light grew brighter and brighter, and the surrounding air was slightly distorted by the heat.

Finally, she gently pushed forward.

The next moment, a thick fire dragon roared out, almost as thick as a normal person's waist, and with a scorching heat wave and a deafening roar, it slammed into the wooden figure in front.

"Boom!"

After a loud explosion, all that remained where the target had been was a charred crater, with smoldering wood chips and debris still rising from the bottom.

Even a small patch of grass a few meters behind the target was scorched.

The training ground fell silent instantly.

Everyone who saw this scene was speechless, their mouths agape.

The male teacher stood there, his expression shifting from bewilderment to shock, and finally to a complex sense of disbelief.

It took him a while to find his voice.

"You, you just used the level 5 magic Fire Dragon Roar, didn't you?"

Sophia withdrew her hand and nodded somewhat shyly.

"Yes."

The male teacher took a deep breath, looked her over again, and his gaze lingered on her youthful face.

"What's your name?"

"Sofia."