An Unorthodox Guide to Conquering Another World

"Yes, thank you," Ya Feng said.

Lucia glanced at him quickly and said in a low voice, "It's just to make up for what happened before..."

"By the way, you're out of prison so soon? Everyone else won't be back until Thursday." Ya Feng pulled out a chair next to her and sat down.

“I copied the family rules a thousand times before I came out…” Lucia said.

"Oh, so what kind of work does the class monitor plan to do next? Tell me, the class teacher, and see if there's anything I can do to help?" Ya Feng said with a smile.

Lucia frowned, glared at him with some annoyance, and gave a low snort.

"I've made up my mind. I'm going to study hard and pass the advanced mage exam when I graduate."

"Isn't it a bit late to start learning from fourth grade when there are only seven months left until graduation?" Ya Feng looked at the fourth-grade books on her desk.

"So what can I do... I haven't been paying attention in class since fourth grade, and I haven't memorized a single thing since then," Lucia muttered.

Ya Feng leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and gazed at half of her pretty face, a smile playing on his lips:

"Actually, you don't necessarily have to become a sorcerer. You draw so well, wouldn't it be great to be an artist in the future?"

Lucia paused for a moment, then continued, "If I can't pass the assessment after graduation, my brother... will send me to the pioneering group on the Dorrant Plains, where I'm afraid I'll die soon."

"Is your brother that cold-blooded?"

“How would I know…” Lucia muttered softly, “He was quite nice when I was little, but he’s become more and more vicious as I’ve grown up. And my parents’ attention has always been on him, they’ve never paid any attention to me. They don’t care what I do or what I do in the future. Even if I really die in the pioneer group, they probably won’t even ask.”

"Oh? So you're saying you're causing trouble at school every day to get your parents' attention?" Ya Feng raised his eyebrows.

“I’m not that childish!” Lucia exclaimed.

“I am…” Her eyes lowered slightly.

"It's just simple revenge! To make them stop caring about their daughter! It's their fault that I turned bad! I want them to feel guilty!"

"In the end, nobody cared, and I was the one who got severely punished," Ya Feng said.

"Well..."

Lucia looked as if she had been stabbed with a knife, gritting her teeth, looking like she wanted to curse but didn't dare to, and finally could only continue doing her homework in silence.

Actually, Ya Feng was a little puzzled. Whether it was the dragon race or the dragon's offspring, reproduction was extremely difficult. The pregnancy rate of female dragons was very low. As the only daughter in the family, Lucia could not be neglected. And there was no such thing as favoring sons over daughters here.

So, there must be another reason why they neglected Lucia and focused on nurturing her brother, Delilah, and it's a reason that Lucia couldn't be involved in or even know about.

But none of this concerns him.

He looked at Lucia's ears, which were red from sulking, and touched his chin.

"Your foundation is far behind, and it will be difficult to pass the advanced mage assessment even if you try to cram in the last six months. What are you going to do?"

"Then we'll just go to the pioneer group and wait to die, what else can we do?" Lucia said sullenly.

"That's a pity. If you had a little will to survive, I was planning to help you," Ya Feng said.

Lucia paused for a moment, then turned to look at him: "You, how are you going to help me?"

"How about raising your score to over 400 in seven months?" Ya Feng said.

Lucia opened her mouth, looking at him as if he were a lunatic.

Even knowing now that the man before them was a great mage, a score of 400 on the advanced mage exam still equates to the upper-level Master-Craftsman rank.

She's only at the lower level of the Exemplary rank right now, but even for the world's top archmages, it's virtually impossible to raise a mage's rank by an entire level within six months.

Unless she resorts to underhanded methods, but she's not willing to do that!

"Just tell me if you're willing or not. As long as you cooperate, I'm confident I can succeed," Ya Feng said, arms crossed.

“You…” Lucia looked at his confident demeanor and instinctively asked her first question:

"Then why did you help me?"

"You're so cute, you're just my type."

"what?"

"I was just kidding. Isn't that obvious? I'm your homeroom teacher. My bonus is tied to the class's graduation rate. Isn't it only right that I help you improve your grades?"

Lucia was a little confused.

While in solitary confinement, she wondered why a great magician like Ya Feng would conceal his identity to teach underachievers like them.

Although she didn't quite understand, she was certain of one thing: Ya Feng didn't care about them. As long as they were safe and didn't cause any trouble, he didn't care about anything else, and he certainly didn't care about their future.

But now he's saying he'll help her improve her grades, especially after that incident, and he's acting like a good teacher. I just can't understand it.

So, who knows what kind of crooked ideas this guy might be up to.

Lucia thought to herself, feeling rather downcast.

Ya Feng narrowed his eyes: "You don't mean to think I'm saying this because I have ulterior motives towards you, do you?"

Lucia glanced at him and gave a low hum. Although she didn't say anything, her eyes said it all.

Ya Feng was very disappointed. He genuinely wanted to help her, but it was interpreted as a premeditated demand.

He couldn't understand why he, a man of integrity, was always so easily suspected and misunderstood.

"If you don't want to, that's fine, but remember to send me some local specialties after you get to the Dorant Plains," Ya Feng said, standing up.

Lucia watched his retreating figure, pursing her lips, her heart filled with an indescribable struggle.

Seeing that Ya Feng was about to leave the classroom, she finally gave in.

"Wait a moment!"

Ya Feng turned her head and saw the little red dragon stand up, clutching her skirt tightly and gritting her teeth.

"If, if you could help me pass the advanced mage exam..."

"I will grant you any request..."

Ya Feng looked at her, raised his eyebrows,

"Really? You'll agree to anything?"

Lucia's petite body trembled slightly, but she still nodded vigorously.

"But...but still, don't let my family know..."

Ya Feng laughed and shook his head: "That's impossible, because the whole world will know about it."

"Huh?" Lucia was stunned.

Ya Feng straightened up and pointed at her: "My request is, Lucia! You, go and win the championship trophy for this Light Chasing Cup!"

Chapter 74 The Pink Figure

School dismissal time.

Ilsa, carrying her schoolbag, jogged over to Ya Feng's side.

"Hurry up, hurry up, or there won't be any left."

She was referring to the recently marketed purple jujube, which is usually only available in the afternoon. This fruit is delicious whether eaten directly or used in cooking, and it's very popular.

Once they were in Ya Feng's car, they headed towards the market.

"By the way, is your class going to start preparing for the Chasing Light Cup this time too?" Ya Feng asked at this moment.

"Well, it's none of my business now. The participants started training back in their second year. I just arrived, so I'll just sign up for a few events later," Ilsa said.

“Actually, we could try to get those awards. If we win those big projects, wouldn’t we gain some recognition within the college?” Ya Feng said.

“It’s not that easy, especially for popular events. The competitors in these events have been training for a long time and are well-prepared. Besides, we third-year students have to compete against fourth-year students. We definitely can’t win in a simple competition like that,” Ilsa said.

"It's okay, there will be another competition when you reach seventh grade. When you participate then, no one will be able to beat you," Ya Feng said.

"Then we still have to wait several more years..." Ilsa muttered.

"By the way, Ya Feng, what about your class? Are any of you going to participate?" she asked again.

“Yes, I signed up the whole class for the event. That Dragonborn Miss will also be participating in the most intense Orlando Triathlon,” Ya Feng said.

"Huh? Really? But if you're a Dragonborn, you certainly have the confidence to take on a challenge," Ilsa said.

"...I hope she thinks so too." Ya Feng chuckled.

...

"The Orlando Triathlon? You want me to participate in this?!"

Lucia stared blankly at Ya Feng, her face filled with shock.

“That’s right. Since you want to pass the advanced mage exam before graduation, this is the most direct way,” Ya Feng said. “As long as you become the champion, the honor you receive will be enough to allow you to pass the exam without taking it.”

"You...do you want to hear what you're saying? If I can't get second place in the whole school, then I'll get first place? Is that something a human being should say?!" Lucia said incredulously.

The Orlando Triathlon is no ordinary competition. If you participate without prior training, you might end up crippled! Even if she's a Dragonborn, it doesn't matter.

"Then it's up to you to choose," Ya Feng smiled slightly.

"Although with my guidance and training, you'll most likely pass the assessment in seven months, don't you want to try something bigger?"

"Want to play something bigger?"

“Yeah, passing the advanced mage exam is such a trivial thing that it doesn’t mean anything. Since you feel neglected at home, then do something big and amaze everyone. When they see the king awarding you the White Rose Medal and want to get closer to you, just turn your head away. Wouldn’t that be exciting?” Ya Feng said.

"My brother also received the Order of the White Rose, but Mom and Dad weren't particularly happy about it..."

However, Lucia couldn't help but wonder if she could become the champion and receive the White Rose Medal, would her parents think she was just as talented as her brother and pay more attention to her?

"There are only three months left, is there really a chance?" Lucia asked.

"Just agree or refuse, and leave the rest to me," Ya Feng said.

"I..."

To have her win three championships in Orlando in just three months must have come at a huge cost.

But if it really succeeds, then I...

"I...I do." After struggling for a while, she chose to believe him.

"Very good, Lucia, you've finally given me some satisfaction." Ya Feng looked at her and nodded approvingly.

And so, he, who originally didn't intend to get much involved in the Chasing Light Cup, suddenly decided to let his students win the championship. He also planned to sign up his students for a few other events, hoping to see if he could discover some potential dark horses among these underachievers.

...

Upon arriving at the market, Ilsa led Ya Feng straight to the purple jujube stall. Fortunately, there were still quite a few left.

Ilsa took out her leather bag and began to select items.

Ya Feng also started picking them out, finding a large one and handing it to Ilsa.

How about this one?

Ilsa took it and glanced at it. "No, don't be fooled by its size. If the stem eye is too big, it's dry inside. You have to choose the ones with small stem eyes; those are the sweeter ones."

Ya Feng looked at them again and then found another one.

"what about this?"

“There’s still a scar here, no way,” Ilsa said, waving her hand.

Ya Feng picked up another one.

Is this okay?

"This color is too light, the skin looks thick, and the flesh is very small. No way."

Ya Feng remained silent for a moment, then secretly took one out of the ones that Ilsa had already selected from the leather bag.

"Will this work?" he asked.

Ilsa sighed, "I told you to choose a darker color. Honestly, Ya Feng, if you don't know how to choose, don't just pick randomly."

Alright, Ya Feng stood aside and obediently watched Ilsa make her selection.

After buying the purple berries, Ilsa went to buy several other ingredients and carried two large bags.

They left the market together.

"Ya Feng, is there anything else you'd like to eat?" Ilsa asked.