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

Ring ring—

The crisp sound of the school bell broke the afternoon tranquility in the classroom, instantly igniting the pent-up energy.

The sounds of tables and chairs being moved, books being closed, and the cheerful laughter of young boys and girls mingled together, creating a joyful torrent.

But at this moment, Xia An'an's movements were more than a beat slower than usual.

She absentmindedly stuffed her textbooks into her schoolbag, zipped it up halfway, then opened it again to check her pencil case (which didn't really need checking), before slowly closing it.

Her gaze wandered, avoiding looking at Qian Han, who was already neatly dressed and waiting quietly beside her.

What should I do...? What should I say? Should I say, "I'm actually a flower fairy magician, and I'm collecting the Elf Kings"?

This feels like I'm playing a prank on a good friend. Won't Qian Han find it strange?

A jumble of random thoughts swirled in her mind, causing her fair cheeks to flush slightly and her brows to furrow unconsciously.

In contrast, Xia Tong, sitting behind her, appeared much more composed.

He deftly "put away" the necessary books, and even had the leisure to gently tap the edge of the desk drawer, using a subtle magic that only he could perceive to soothe the little guy inside who was a bit uneasy because of the noisy environment.

Xia Tong's face showed no sign of tension, only a faint, almost amused smile, as she occasionally glanced at her sister's back, which clearly showed her inner turmoil.

Sitting next to Xia An'an, Qian Han didn't urge her or show any impatience. He simply turned slightly to the side, his gentle gaze quietly shifting between Xia An'an and Xia Tong, observing the siblings with such different personalities.

To be honest, if you didn't know they were siblings, just looking at their way of getting along, you might really think that Xiaotong was the older one.

This thought crossed Qian Han's mind.

An'an is lively and enthusiastic, sometimes with a cute, impulsive side; while Xiao Tong is mostly calm, composed, and even has a maturity beyond her years.

At this moment, faced with the same "secret," their reactions highlight this difference even more clearly.

At this moment, Qian Han stood up, carrying her schoolbag. This angle allowed her to see Xia Tong's movements behind her.

Xia Tong opened her schoolbag, turned her head to face the desk drawer, and nodded slightly.

The next second, a beautiful blue-purple figure flew out gracefully, with a docile air, and silently landed deep inside the open backpack, then found a corner and quietly curled up.

The whole process was smooth and natural, and the little figure was incredibly agile.

Xia Tong zipped up his backpack, leaving only a small gap for ventilation, and then looked up, his eyes meeting those of Qian Han, who was looking at him.

He showed no embarrassment or panic at being caught, but simply gave Qian Han a sincere smile, as if he had just let a small pet into its den.

Then, Xia Tong turned to her older sister, who was still dawdling in front of her, gently poked Xia An'an's shoulder, and asked in a relaxed tone:

"So...where should we go next to talk, sis?"

"what?"

Xia An'an seemed to wake from a dream, suddenly regaining her senses, her face still showing a trace of confusion.

She clearly hadn't found her way out of her own mental maze, let alone planned something as concrete as "where to confess."

Seeing her sister like this, Xia Tong shook her head helplessly, but her eyes were full of tolerance.

He thought for a moment and then suggested:

"How about going to Andromeda Park? It's a large place, less crowded, and quieter."

Upon hearing this, Qian Han immediately smiled and nodded:

"I'm fine with either of those. Andromeda Park is great, and it's not far from school."

Her attitude remained gentle as always, leaving the choice entirely to the siblings.

Xia An'an paused for a second or two, as if that were indeed a suitable place, and then, as if she had found her anchor, nodded in agreement.

"Hmm... okay, let's go there."

"Then it's settled."

Xia Tong slung her schoolbag over her shoulder and stood up.

"Let's go, if it gets any later, there will probably be more people strolling in the park."

Xia An'an finally quickened her pace and zipped up her backpack.

Each with their own thoughts, the three walked side by side out of the gradually emptying classroom and headed towards Andromeda Park.

In front of the goddess statue fountain in Andromeda Park.

Xia Tong looked up at the benevolent face of the goddess statue, her gaze shifting slightly.

I didn't pay much attention to it before, but now I know that this goddess is Popula, the goddess of flowers.

Speaking of which, the Flower Goddess of the continent of La Belle... exists on Earth in this form and is admired as a beautiful sculpture. It's quite a strange feeling.

After taking a few deep breaths, Xia An'an made up her mind.

She turned to Qian Han and spoke haltingly:

"Qianhan, um... actually, it's like this... me, and Xiaotong, we... can see some things... um, things that ordinary people can't see... like, something like... uh, flowers..."

Xia An'an became more and more incoherent as she spoke, her face turning red with anxiety.

Qian Han listened patiently, her eyes gentle, without urging him on.

"cough."

Xia Tong cleared his throat and quickly looked around—

Great, there aren't many people around.

He then reached out and gently placed his hand on Xia An'an's shoulder, interrupting her "difficult statement".

"sister,"

Xia Tong's voice rang in smoothly, carrying a hint of helpless reassurance.

"Take a break. Ultimately, this whole thing was caused by that Kukuru guy. And, as for his description of what happened 'over there'..."

His tone carried a hint of teasing, "Why not let the person involved speak for themselves?"

"Eh?"

Xia An'an blinked.

Before Xia An'an could react, he had already deftly unzipped her backpack.

Almost simultaneously, a small purple head popped out with a "whoosh," and Kukuru glared at Xia Tong with a displeased expression:

"How dare you treat this prince like this!"

"I'm really sorry."

Xia Tong offered a half-hearted apology, then picked up Kukuru and lifted him into the air.

"But since you are the 'trigger' for this whole thing, then you shall explain—about the Flower Fairy, about the continent of La Belle, and why you are here."

After saying that, Xia Tong casually tossed the Kukuru in her hand aside.

Kukuru spun twice in the air before finally regaining his balance.

His wings flapped loudly, his face full of frustration. He first glared at Xia Tong (but then looked away somewhat cowardly under her calm gaze), and then looked at the only "stranger" on the scene—Qian Han, habitually raising his head.

Qian Han's eyes widened slightly.

This time, she saw it clearly.

This flying, talking "doll" with vivid expressions... no, it's not a doll or a machine at all.

"Hello...?"

Qian Han subconsciously greeted him softly; her good upbringing allowed her to express goodwill even when faced with extraordinary things.

"You're Kukuru, right? The 'talking doll' in An'an's backpack?"

"I, Prince Ben, am not a doll!"

Kukuru blushed, but surprisingly, he didn't yell this time.

He landed on the stone platform at the edge of the fountain, crossed his arms, and snorted:

"Since you've asked so sincerely, then this prince will mercifully tell you!"

Xia An'an covered her face: "Your opening line is so embarrassing..."

But Kukuru was already talking non-stop—

From the legends of the continent of La Belle, to the existence of the Flower Fairy King, to his curse that transformed him into his current form as he came to Earth to find the Flower Fairy Magic Messenger, and then to Xia An'an becoming the destined one.

Qian Han listened quietly without interrupting once.

After Kukuru finished speaking, Qian Han blinked, then suddenly stretched out her finger and gently poked Kukuru, who was standing on the edge of the stone platform.

"This... insect doll,"

Her tone remained gentle, but her words instantly made Kukuru bristle. "Is he really a prince?"

"This prince is not a doll! Nor is he an insect!"

Kukuru was so angry he jumped up and down, flapping his wings violently. "I am the prince of the Ancient Fairy Clan! The last savior of the Flower Fairy Kingdom! You commoner, show me some respect!"

He stood with his hands on his hips, trying to tilt his head back as high as possible, attempting to maintain his precarious princely dignity.

However, Qian Han's attention seemed to have already shifted away from him.

She clasped her hands together and gently placed them in front of her chest. Turning to Xia An'an, who was still somewhat uneasy, she smiled sincerely.

"That's awesome! An'an, I'll always support you!"

This direct and unwavering trust and support instantly dispelled Xia An'an's unease and tension like a warm current.

She hadn't expected Qian Han to accept it so quickly and so readily.

"Qian Han..."

Xia An'an's eyes welled up with tears, then she nodded vigorously, "Thank you!"

"You commoner! Are you even listening to me, the prince?!"

Kukuru, feeling ignored, stomped his feet in anger.

Qian Han then suddenly remembered him, blinked, and said to Xia An'an in her usual gentle manner:

"So, An'an, how can I help you? Is there anything I can do?"

"this……"

Xia An'an hadn't had time to think about it in detail.

"How else can we help?!"

Kukuru eagerly interjected, pointing to the side—in the direction where Xia Tong was.

"The most urgent thing is to subdue that flower fairy in Xia Tong's schoolbag as soon as possible! That's the power of a fairy king! And it's right in front of us!"

His shout immediately drew Xia An'an and Qian Han's attention to the other side of the fountain.

Meanwhile, Xia Tong had already turned her attention back to the tall goddess statue when Kukuru began his long speech.

He gestured thoughtfully to indicate the height, and a trivial yet interesting thought popped into his head:

Could this statue be a realistic depiction?

In his memory, it seemed that his older sister Xia An'an was only about as tall as Popula Flower Goddess's thighs.