Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

Chapter 227 1 All choices in destiny originate from human choices

"Yes, it's very stress-relieving."

Unsurprisingly, this response was met with retaliation.

His wild hands only stopped moving when he raised his hands in surrender.

"Director Pa is fine, and it won't interfere with his classes or exams at all."

"It's cruel to have exams right after the invasion of the Dark Clan."

“He said the best way to get over a period of darkness is to forget it,” it doesn’t matter to Miya Xing whether the exam is at the end of this semester or made up at the beginning of next semester. “But whether it’s magic spells or spellbooks, you don’t seem to have to worry, right?”

"I don't want to take the exam, I don't want to face Director Pa. When the results come out, he'll definitely come and complain to each and every one of us."

He lay slumped over the table, utterly dejected.

This attic, which hardly any classmates came to, had obviously become their little secret base. The table that used to be placed in the corner was still in its original place, but it was covered with a bunch of random things: some bottles and jars for studying magic potions, some miscellaneous books, and some snacks.

Several chairs, which Rui Bu Si had somehow managed to find, were placed next to the table, and at the end of the row of chairs was a pot of fresh flowers.

—After comforting Harry Potter, Ruibosi finally made it to the Magical Shopping Street and bought it while shopping.

It hasn't grown yet, so you could also call it a pot of fresh soil.

Miya Xing saw what the flower would look like when it grew up in the picture book that Rui Bu Si excitedly brought over. After seeing it, she felt that the difference in people's aesthetics was fully revealed, and she did not have any hope of it blooming.

The other party was very enthusiastic, even placing the brochure on the last chair, opening it and setting it up directly in front of the flowerpot, saying it would have a suggestive effect, and the flower would grow well.

They were sitting in the very center of the attic, not far away. Although it would be strange to put a small round table in such an empty space, Ruibosi insisted that it would look nice this way.

The differences in aesthetic tastes between people are once again on full display at this moment.

"What should we do then?" He picked up the book on the small round table that she had pressed down on, so that she wouldn't complain later that his book had caused her great harm by pressing down on it for too long—leaving an imprint.

"Not going to the exam?"

“That won’t save us from being summoned for questioning,” she said, burying her face in her hands in her hands. “How can a director have such a good voice and talk so much?”

Miya Xing watched her scream in pain, reaching out his fingers to try and lift her head, but the uncooperative person clung to his hand and continued to wail.

I could tell that being summoned for a talk by Director Pa was a very distressing thing.

He was never bothered by the prospect of being called in for a talk by the teacher, but now seeing others annoyed up close was strangely novel.

"What do you want?"

He finally raised his head: "You pretend to look like me and go in my place!"

"what?"

He tapped her forehead, finding it hard to believe she had come up with such a method: "No, it will be obvious."

"No, believe me," the thought flashed through her mind and became more and more feasible. "Head Nurse Da Tiantian told me that during the later years of her student days, all the girls around Director Pa were actually her in disguise."

"Even with such terrible acting skills, Nurse Jingtian wasn't recognized. What does that say?"

"illustrate……?"

"This shows that Director Pa's eyesight is terrible! He can't recognize him."

"There are so many teachers in one office, even if it's Director Pa..."

"Looking back and forth is not the style of the cute knight."

As she spoke, she stood up and patted him on the shoulder, as if a sacred and great task had been entrusted to her.

Miya Xing said helplessly, "This is the only time."

"That's awesome! I declare you my absolute best friend!"

"friend?"

"Boy friend!"

"Do you have any other close friends?"

"Reaffirming: Miya Star, you are the one and only, absolutely the best boyfriend in the universe!"

Great! She finally didn't have to listen to Parvati's long-winded rambling after the exam. Oh my god! It was as boring and painful as listening to her former boss's defeat speech.

You've never listened to me even once; I'm always the one chatting with you.

"I was just letting you make the most of your limited value."

Noticing that Miya Xing was holding a book, she asked, "What's this?"

I casually flipped it open and saw a large hole that had been gouged out.

“The thing that Elder Pikachu and Principal Os used to seal the Moonstone,” he explained, “that hole was just big enough to fit the Moonstone. I think the Elder must have had some purpose in mind.”

"Destiny of Destiny?"

It can fit the stubborn rock of the moon perfectly...

“Well, Principal Os said that the author of this book is the leader of a religion. I’ve skimmed through the contents of the book.” Ignoring the parts that were cut out, the whole book is like the leader’s memoir, but it doesn’t contain much substance. “It’s empty of content, not very well written, and a bit disorganized.”

"However, the cult leader didn't seem to be in a good mental state when he wrote this book," both the words given to the believers at the end of the book and Principal Os's introduction of the cult leader showed this, "It's normal for him to be in a mess."

“Hmm,” Rui Busi turned to the first page of the book. Under the title on the first page was a line of small print: “'All choices of destiny originate from human choices.'”

She closed the book, having no intention of reading any further, and handed it back to Miya Xing: "It seems this cult leader regrets his choice."

"Maybe?" He wasn't particularly curious about this religion. "How do you know?"

"I've learned a little about it. The Dream Incense you mentioned before originated from this cult leader. But what could the Grand Elder possibly be planning with this book? Does he strongly endorse this cult leader's ideas?"

“Principal Os said it probably isn’t, but the Grand Elder’s thoughts are indeed hard to fathom. Perhaps things will only become clear when they develop to a certain point.” Miya Xing put the book aside. “Aren’t you going to see what the person who invented Dream Incense has written?”

"No, looking at things is the most annoying thing, and I still have exams coming up."

"The exam is at least two weeks away, you're not the type to start studying this early."

"So what? Just because you're not that kind of person doesn't mean you can't make those plans." She pinched Mi Yaxing's cheek, which was radiating an unbridled smile. "Don't laugh at me!"

"Yes, yes! I wasn't laughing, really."

Rui Bu Si only let go of his hand after confirming that he really wasn't making fun of her anymore: "What are you going to do next?"

"today?"

"Ah."

"I don't have any plans yet."

"Then let's go to the detention room."

"Why go there?" He clearly disagreed.

"Didn't you say you couldn't get anything else out of Xu Xingchun? Maybe I can find out things you can't~"

"No."

An unexpected rejection.