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Sheng Hua Academy, first-year teaching building, rooftop.

Mu Jing felt the gentle breeze blowing from afar, warmed by the sunlight, lightly brushing against her cheeks.

"It's been so long since I've felt this relaxed."

This was the first time he had ever quietly basked in the sun since he entered this world.

Normally, at this time, he would probably still be practicing his sword moves, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

"It's nice to relax once in a while, isn't it?" Mu Jing studied the profile of the girl who spoke.

Fair skin, crystal-like pupils, and fine white hair.

Over-the-knee black stockings encased her slender calves.

The stockings left a faint mark on the thigh, and the sheer material acted like a hazy filter, making the lines of the legs appear even softer.

Her black loafers were polished to a shine, making her look like a girl straight out of an anime.

With such looks, she would be an impeccably beautiful girl in any world.

The stockings shimmered delicately in the sunlight with the slight movements of her leg muscles.

The next second, the girl leaned slightly towards him.

"Kyo-kun, did you like the food at lunch?"

Mu Jing nodded: "The shrimp cutlets are crispy and refreshing, and the pork cutlets are pan-fried until golden brown on the outside and tender on the inside."

Xuehua frowned slightly halfway through the conversation.

Then, he changed the subject slightly, "But compared to the breakfast in the morning, it seems to lack a bit of thoughtfulness. I always felt that you put more effort into the breakfast in the morning."

This was a trick question. It was obvious that Xuehua couldn't have made this lunch herself, so Mu Jing had already prepared his answer. However, he still couldn't resist teasing her like he was playing with a kitten.

Upon hearing this, Xuehua's face immediately lit up with a smile. She leaned against Mu Jing's left shoulder, her eyes curving into crescents, like a well-behaved kitten seeking affection.

The morning classes passed quickly, but when Xuehua walked into the classroom arm in arm with Mujing, it still caused quite a stir.

Even the teacher who came in later just smiled helplessly and tacitly allowed Xuehua to pull Mujing to sit in the last row and become her deskmate.

After all, the teacher didn't want to provoke the most powerful young board member—he was afraid he'd be fired the next day for stepping into the classroom with his left foot.

So, at noon, Xuehua took out a key and, with Mujing in tow, opened the rooftop door.

The rooftop was already set up, with a row of soft sofas placed against the wall and various dishes neatly arranged on the table.

As a staunch materialist proletarian fighter, Mu Jing believed that he would not be corrupted by this damned capitalism.

"Mirror-kun, when I was going through the files yesterday, I found a notebook left by a senior psychic." Xuehua suddenly spoke up, breaking the brief silence.

"Huh?" Mu Jing had just finished drinking a bottle of carrot juice and looked at her in confusion upon hearing this.

Why are you suddenly bringing this up? And just how much did she do yesterday?

First, we monitored the school's construction progress.

I got up early in the morning to prepare breakfast.

They actually have time to go through the archives now?

"It contains a lot of mini-games that can help psychics improve their strength," Xuehua said, taking a booklet out of her bag.

The cover prominently displays four large characters: "Psychic Notebook".

"Hmm?" Mu Jing frowned slightly, his eyes fixed on the notebook.

He carefully recalled the original plot and had no recollection of such a renowned psychic. Even Xuehua, who came from one of the three founding families, agreed with the content, which was quite unusual.

He took the notebook from Xuehua's hand, his brows furrowing deeper with each reading. The style of this notebook... it looked exactly like the handwriting of some little witch.

Moreover, given Xuehua's cautious nature, she shouldn't have easily trusted such notes of unknown origin.

Mu Jing looked up at Xue Hua and saw that her eyes were sparkling and lively, like a spoiled kitten.

He subconsciously reached out and gently touched her white hair.

Her hair was so soft and fine, like sun-dried wool curls, with an excellent feel and a cool, freesia scent.

"Kyo-kun, how about we try these little games?" Xuehua looked up, her eyes full of anticipation.

"Okay." Mu Jing nodded.

He examined the game recorded in the notes repeatedly but found no trace of any magical ritual.

It wouldn't hurt to give it a try. Even if it doesn't work, just consider it a way to help Xuehua relax.

"Hehe, let's try this one first!" Xuehua immediately laughed and pointed to a game in the booklet.

Mu Jing followed her finger and saw that the game's name was "Inspiration in the Ear".

The next second, Xuehua turned slightly to the side, her lips close to Mu Jing's ear, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Yu Sanjia."

Upon hearing this question, Mu Jing leaned close to her ear and whispered in response:

"Snow, stars, sun."

"Ugh, this position is so awkward!" Xuehua wrinkled her nose and complained softly.

"Shall we adjust our posture?" Mu Jing suggested.

The two began to move, squeezing into the very center of the velvet sofa.

Xuehua gently placed her right knee on Mujing's left knee, her cheek almost touching his.

Then she brought her mouth close to his ear again, her breath lightly brushing against his earlobe: "The three extraordinary types!"

The warm breath, carrying a faint fragrance, made Mu Jing's ears itch slightly.

He imitated Xuehua and whispered in her ear:

"Exorcist, psychic, demonic contractor."

After saying that, he deliberately blew a light breath.

"Now it's my turn to ask questions!" Xuehua's voice carried a hint of playfulness.

This is how "Inspiration in the Ear" works—it is said that two people take turns answering questions related to the supernatural, and can stimulate psychic inspiration through whispered interactions.

Extraordinary knowledge itself contains special energy. Through casual exchanges, one can draw inferences from similar cases and achieve breakthroughs in strength imperceptibly.

The core requirement for answering the question is that you must whisper in the other person's ear.

Mu Jing thought to himself, this kind of fabricated setting looks like the mischievous little witch's prank.

"The six types of Stigmata." Xuehua's voice came softly.

"Light, metal, wood, water, fire, earth," Mu Jing replied immediately.

"The six great exorcists are..."

On the rooftop, their whispers rose and fell, like a gentle piano melody flowing slowly in the sunlight.

Shoulders and knees brushed against each other unintentionally, filling the air with a faint, ambiguous atmosphere.

This doesn't feel like a game of mutual inspiration; it's more like a game of blowing air into each other's ears.

Xuehua's warm breath repeatedly struck Mujing's earlobe.

The breath swirled into the ear canal, the eardrum was gently touched by the air pressure, and a tingling sensation spread along the nerves.

"The Pacter must complete a difficult ritual."

Mu Jing whispered in her ear while gently blowing a breath.

This seems to have touched a nerve with Xuehua.

"Mmm..." A very soft, slightly sweet whimper escaped from deep within her throat.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, and her ears instantly turned a blush.

Even the cool, crisp scent of freesia on her body seemed sweeter to Mu Jing.

"What kinds of costs are there for psionic energy?" Xuehua's voice trembled slightly.

"There are four types: proactive, constant, immediate, and supplementary."

Before they knew it, their bodies were pressed tightly together, with Xuehua's legs gently resting on Mujing's thighs.

To make it easier to answer the questions, she took the initiative to reach out her arms and gently hug Mu Jing, who in turn raised her arms and hugged her back.

Every time Mu Jing finished whispering in her ear, Xuehua's body would tense up as if slightly touched, and then tremble slightly.

Her response was accompanied by a soft, trembling voice, which was exceptionally cute and made Mu Jing want to tease her a little more.

"How to obtain the magic contract."

After Xuehua finished speaking, she suddenly stuck out the tip of her tongue and gently swept it across Mujing's earlobe.

"To make a contract with a demon...wait, what?..."

Mu Jing felt a heat on his earlobe, followed by a warm, soft, and slippery touch, and a tingling sensation instantly spread throughout his body.

"How to obtain Stigmata".

Not to be outdone, Mu Jing also gently touched Xue Hua's ear with the tip of his tongue.

"The bloodline of an exorcist family."

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