Flower Fairy: After transmigrating again, I became An'an's younger brother.

Throughout the entire lesson, Xia Tong's left hand remained in that seemingly casually hanging position, but actually tucked inside the drawer.

His left palm was originally holding a soft, cool, and blurry ball of light and shadow.

But under his continuous and gentle supply of pure magic, the ball of light and shadow quietly underwent a transformation.

At first, I only felt that the texture changed from pure softness to having a vague outline.

Xia Tong, even with a hint of curiosity, gently squeezed it with a little force—

It no longer has a completely soft feel, but rather a supple and elastic texture similar to that of limbs.

The change accelerated and was completed silently.

When the bell rang suddenly, the "little guy" in the drawer had completely changed its appearance.

The hazy blue-purple light and shadow had disappeared, replaced by a tiny girl, about the size of a palm, as delicate as a doll.

She has long, soft, glossy, gradient blue hair that transitions from blue at the top to purple at the ends, and is adorned with a dolphin flower hair accessory on each side.

She wore a uniquely designed dress, with a pure blue bodice and a skirt that gradually transitioned to a purple gradient, adorned with tiny dolphin flower decorations along the edges.

White mid-calf socks encased slender calves, with small purple flowers adorning the tops, and on her feet were a pair of delicate blue leather shoes.

Behind it are a pair of translucent blue-purple wings.

She first looked down at her hands, which had become clear and had five fingers, seemingly surprised and bewildered by this sudden "form".

Then, she slightly raised her head, her gaze passing through Xia Tong's folded fingers as she looked directly at him.

Then, as if confirming something, a pure and dependent smile bloomed on her face.

Immediately afterwards, she stretched out her newly formed little hands, one on the left and one on the right, and gently grasped Xia Tong's thumb and forefinger, which were holding her.

"!"

Xia Tong was clearly taken aback.

The fingers felt a real, warm touch and gripping sensation, as if from another "being."

The strength was light, yet it possessed an undeniable, chick-like dependence.

He subconsciously looked down and met her clear, amethyst-colored eyes.

Xia Tong's face was reflected in those eyes, pure and flawless, filled with complete dependence and the innocent curiosity unique to newborns.

She seemed to want to say something, opening her small mouth, but instead of uttering the clear syllables she expected, she only let out a string of weak and indistinct "ooh...ah..." sounds, like lilies of the valley swaying in the wind, with a hint of anxiety and effort.

She gently shook the small hand that was holding Xia Tong's fingers, as if to confirm his presence, or as if to express some kind of request.

Hmm? Is this correct? Directly supplying magic power, and then giving birth to such a complete form?

Xia Tong stared blankly at this unexpected creation, which, under the "nourishment" of her magic, had almost directly "ripened" from a "ball of light and shadow" into a complete human form, and was speechless for a moment.

This change is really fast.

The echoes of the school bell were still lingering when the classroom was suddenly filled with the noise of desks and chairs being moved and students talking.

Xia An'an, who was in front of her, also breathed a sigh of relief, closed her notebook, and was still feeling lingering fear because of Kukuru's sudden remarks.

But Kukuru, who had been forcibly pushed back into his schoolbag by her earlier, had now secretly made up his mind:

Since Xia An'an ignored him, he would find out the source of that "strange flower fairy aura" himself!

Then he carefully unzipped his backpack, his eyes scanning the surroundings, his nose sniffing hard, trying to catch that peculiar scent again.

Kukuru's flight path eventually stopped on the left side below Xia Tong's desk.

That faint, ethereal scent, carrying a hint of floral fairy fragrance, seemed to emanate most strongly from Xia Tong!

Kukuru hovered in the air, tilting its head in confusion as it looked at Xia Tong.

Xia Tong had her head slightly lowered, her gaze seemingly fixed on the drawer below, her expression focused, as if she were deep in thought or observing something, unaware of his approach.

opportunity!

Kukuru's eyes lit up. He cleared his throat, a hint of smugness and curiosity in his voice, and flew close to Xia Tong's ear, speaking in a low but urgent tone: "Hey! Xia Tong! What are you secretly doing...?"

Before he could even utter the word "幺"—

In fact, the moment the name "Xia Tong" came out of Kukuru's mouth, Xia Tong turned her head sharply as if by conditioned reflex.

In Kukuru's eyes, Xia Tong's face, which always carried a relaxed smile, was expressionless at this moment. His eyes stared straight at him, and there seemed to be a hint of... impatience in his eyes.

Kukuru was startled by the sudden "stare" and paused instinctively.

When Xia Tong turned her head and saw that it was Kukuru, she didn't hesitate. She pulled out her left hand from the drawer and slapped Kukuru accurately.

"Ouch!"

Caught off guard, Kukuru, like a small ball that had been slapped to the ground and then bounced up, drew an arc in the air before landing dizzily on the ground, where it bounced again.

Before he could react, take flight again, or protest, Xia Tong swiftly bent down and grabbed him with the hand that had just been holding the flower essence.

Xia Tong weighed the noisy little one in her hand, recalling the other's words and actions over the past few days.

Initially, his attitude towards Kukuru was relatively tolerant and peaceful, largely due to childhood nostalgia.

After all, Kukuru was a character from a childhood cartoon, and I watched it a lot with my sister when I was a kid (in my first life).

However, real-life interactions are like a grinding stone, quickly shattering that filter that carries the soft glow of memories.

After getting to know him, it was hard to maintain a good impression of this prince because of his arrogance, recklessness, inappropriate noise, and his occasional disdain for his sister Xia An'an and his use of the term "commoner."

By the way, why didn't I find Kukuru so annoying when I watched it as a child?

A helpless question crossed Xia Tong's mind. Perhaps it was because of the screen, or perhaps it was because she only focused on the glamour of adventure and transformation when she was a child.

Therefore, Xia Tong now controls the force of her arm swings to a level that is not enough to hurt him, but enough to make him dizzy and temporarily shut up.

"?"

Xia An'an, who was sitting in front, and Qian Han, who was next to her, were both attracted by Kukuru's short exclamation and the subsequent commotion, and turned their heads in confusion.

They saw Xia Tong behind them carrying a small purple doll, shaking it up and down expressionlessly.

"Huh? Xiaotong, is this your new doll?"

Qian Han's gaze fell on the humanoid object in Xia Tong's hand, which was dressed in strange clothes, had wings, and purple hair, and she asked curiously.

She didn't directly connect the exclamation she had just heard with the "doll," after all—how could a doll make a sound?

Upon hearing this, Xia Tong stopped shaking the creature, picked up Kukuru, who was dizzy from being shaken and temporarily unable to speak, and looked at it with undisguised disgust on her face:

"No, I would never buy such an ugly doll."

As he spoke, he stretched out his arm and handed Kukuru directly to Xia An'an, who was looking nervous.

Xia An'an hurriedly took the limp Kukuru from him, poked him hard on the back with her fingertip, and whispered, her voice filled with lingering fear and warning:

"You rascal! It's a good thing it was Xiaotong who saw it. If anyone else had, they would have arrested you and started studying you!"

As she spoke, she tried to stuff the troublesome thing back into her backpack, the zipper already halfway open.

However, Kukuru in her hands finally recovered from the dizziness, its little head swaying as it mumbled groggily:

"I...I'm so dizzy...Oh no...Put me down..."

Because Qian Han's attention was always on this "doll".

Therefore, when she heard Kukuru speak, she looked curiously at the little thing struggling in Xia An'an's hand and said in surprise:

"That doll... it talked? And it moved?"

"Huh? Qianhan, this, this is..."

Xia An'an froze for a moment, her brain racing as she tried to come up with a reasonable explanation, her cheeks flushing slightly with nervousness.

Xia Tong spoke first, calmly taking over the conversation:

"This doll has a speaker; it will talk if you touch it."

"I see."

Qian Han nodded, accepting this seemingly reasonable explanation; toys do indeed have many functions nowadays.

She blinked, a hint of curiosity in her eyes, and reached out a finger to gently poke the Kukuru in Xia An'an's hand.

By this time, Kukuru had mostly regained consciousness. Qian Han's provocation instantly brought back his princely pride (or perhaps recklessness). He glared and blurted out instinctively:

"You wretched Earthlings! How dare you poke this prince's face!"

Xia An'an: "..."

Her lips twitched involuntarily, and the curiosity on Qian Han's face instantly turned into astonishment.

Without hesitation, before Kukuru could utter any more "astonishing words," Xia An'an grabbed him with both hands and shook him violently up and down several times, even more vigorously than Xia Tong had shaken him earlier. While shaking him, she forced a smile and said to Qian Han:

"Look, it seems to be a loose connection! It might be broken from the fall! I'll go back and take it apart to fix it!"

Kukuru was shaken until he was dizzy again, and could only make random "woo-wa-wa" noises.

Qian Han looked at the "doll" whose afterimage was left by Xia An'an. Although she felt that the performance of this "malfunction" was a bit too realistic and intense, she trusted her friend and knew that "any strange malfunction is possible with high-tech toys".

She nodded, but a strange look lingered in her eyes:

"Oh... okay, sure. An'an, be careful when you fix it. Do you need any help?"

"No, no need! I can handle it myself!"

Xia An'an quickly shook her head, and took the opportunity to stuff the already dizzy Kukuru back into her schoolbag, zipping it up in one swift motion.

After doing all this, Xia An'an finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, An An gave Qian Han a slightly apologetic smile, and Qian Han returned an understanding smile. Although she still had some doubts, she considerately did not ask any more questions.