Chapter 26: Which class are you from and who is the head teacher?

“One! Two! Three! Four!”

“One, two, three, four!”

Tap tap, tap tap, tap tap tap!

Familiar music filled the air, stirring Long Shu’s “fond” high school memories.

“They’re so pitiful, doing drills in this heat.”

“Quiet down. With all the students on the field, let’s hurry and search.”

“You two, why aren’t you in the drills?”

A stern, potbellied middle-aged man with glasses pointed at Huang Ran and Long Shu, shouting.

“Skipping drills and not wearing uniforms?”

“Which class are you in? Who’s your homeroom teacher!”

“To my office, now!”

“???”

The two were stunned. They weren’t high schoolers anymore!

They were full-fledged university students!

Their youthful faces blended in too well, landing them in the sights of the grade director.

Soon, they were in his office, enduring a lecture from the strict director.

“What’s wrong with you two?”

“The college entrance exam is coming, and you’re skipping drills and uniforms? What are you up to?”

“Defying school rules like this—do you want a major demerit before graduation?”

The director’s oppressive aura left them speechless.

Little White floated nearby, covering its mouth, snickering.

“Huang Ran, you two handle this. I’ll go find Iris’s candidate.”

“Mm.”

Huang Ran politely acknowledged Little White.

“Mm? What’s that ‘mm’?” The director’s face flushed red, spit flying. “Call your homeroom teacher here, now! Let’s see whose students are this arrogant.”

“Defying rules and disrespecting authority!”

Smack!

He slammed his hand on the desk, the floor trembling under their feet.

“Teacher, I know you’re upset, but hear me out—maybe we’re not high schoolers?”

Long Shu’s soulful question lit the fuse in the director’s mind.

Explosion!

“Not high schoolers? Then how’d you get in!”

“Climbed the wall? Bribed the guard?”

“Names, parents’ numbers—call them here, now!”

“…”

Bang!

The office door burst open, and Little White zipped back in.

“Trouble! A ton of pollution entities nearby!”

“What?!”

Long Shu blurted out, seeking confirmation from Little White.

The director, unable to see or hear Little White, thought the door opened by wind.

To him, Long Shu’s question was pure defiance.

“Such disrespect! Call your parents immediately!”

“I can’t take it, you bald jerk!”

Long Shu snapped, releasing her magic, knocking the director out cold.

“Long Shu, we can’t just use magic to harm normal people.”

“So what? If I didn’t knock him out, we’d be stuck here getting scolded.”

Long Shu brushed off Little White’s warning.

They came to find Iris’s successor, not to relive high school scoldings.

Even Huang Ran, who often lectured Long Shu, stayed silent, siding with her this time.

“Fine, let’s move!”

They transformed on the spot, following Little White to the scene.

In flight, Little White briefed them on a candidate.

“I found a girl who looks just like Bai Yao, with magic surging in her. I think she should take Iris’s place.”

“A girl who looks like Yao Yao?” Long Shu rubbed her chin, thinking.

“Could it be Yao Yao’s sister?” Huang Ran asked.

“No way. We visited Yao Yao’s place—she lives alone.”

Long Shu replied.

They arrived, ending the topic.

On the ground and in the sky, countless pollution entities swarmed, enough to trigger trypophobia.

“Hmph, just ordinary-grade pests. Eat my laser blast!”

Rose combined her dual guns into a laser rifle, sweeping a wide arc, wiping out hordes of wasp-like entities.

“I’ll find their leader. You handle these.”

“No problem, just a few hundred small fries!” Rose puffed out her modest chest. “Beyond ten steps, my gun’s the fastest. Within ten, it’s fast and accurate!”

Jasmine had no doubts about Rose’s crowd-clearing skills.

Rose’s weapon, a modular laser gun, excelled in close and long-range combat, perfect for mowing down weaker entities.

Both were Transcendent-grade. Ordinary-grade entities fell instantly before them.

Based on magic levels, the authorities ranked all magical beings:

Infinite, Calamity, Transcendent, Ferocious, Exceptional, Ordinary.

Infinite-grade beings, per official data, were only witches, with boundless magic—unbeatable.

In the shadows, a man in a black-and-white crow mask adjusted his hat.

Watching his mass-produced, defective pollution entities slaughtered by magical girls, he felt annoyed.

“Magical girls are as annoying as ever. If that witch hadn’t ruined my magic weapon last time, I wouldn’t be stuck watching this.”

“Damn magical girls, always ruining my plans.”

Augustus eyed his new magic pocket watch. Last time, he nearly filled it with negative human energy.

Thanks to the Pride Witch, he had to start over.

This time, he was smarter, releasing swarms of weak entities to sow chaos.

As long as people felt negative emotions, the entities’ strength didn’t matter.

Ordinary-grade sufficed. With enough numbers, he’d harvest negative energy faster, speeding up his experiments.

If he could create Transcendent or even Calamity-grade entities, he’d secure a spot among the twenty-two Arcana!

Watching the active magical girls, Augustus grinned sinisterly behind his mask, a brilliant idea for harvesting negative energy forming.