Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

Chapter 43 You're that big pervert!

"Leng Lingling".

Lingling stretched out a small, fair hand from her sleeve, placed it on He An's right paw with a hint of disdain, and gently squeezed it.

"Peace be with you, peace be with you—"

Lingling withdrew her hand, then suddenly remembered something and kept repeating He An's name in different tones.

At the same time, he carefully examined He An's face and figure, his brows furrowing slightly into a cute little V-shape.

"Why does this name sound so familiar?"

Before He An could answer, she had already opened her laptop with a "click" and her fingers were flying across the keyboard, searching for something.

A moment later, Lingling widened her already large eyes.

"So you're that notorious pervert who's been all over Shanghai lately!"

He An's lips twitched slightly as he listened, and he almost spat out the tea he had just taken a sip.

This little girl looks quite cute, but how can she talk like that?

"Your source is questionable." He tried to keep his tone calm and righteous. "I've hardly ever held a girl's hand in my entire life, so how could I be some kind of pervert? This He An you're talking about is definitely not me!"

"Mingzhu Academy is a monster! It's definitely you!" The little girl stood up with her laptop in her arms and walked to the bar. "Look, there's even a website here that's going to shut you down!"

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The little girl turned the laptop in her arms around so that He An could see it.

Mingzhu Academy?

Could it be that those aristocratic scions who were swatted away by the Three-Eyed Wolf Shadow with a single claw at the Beast Fighting Tournament are spreading rumors about me, this handsome guy?

He An looked down at the computer screen with some skepticism, only to see a strange domain name displayed in the browser's address bar:

www.HeAnIsPervert.com?

What is the name of this Thunder website?

He An was completely stunned. He thought he had seen it wrong, so he blinked in confusion and looked again, but the strange website address was still stubbornly hanging on Lingling's laptop screen.

"Tap! Tap!"

Before He An could process the shock, Lingling clicked the mouse twice, and the button to enter the webpage lit up.

The loading circle spun twice, and then a deluge of information flooded the computer screen.

The website's main image is a high-resolution photo of him, with He An standing under the lights of the arena giving a speech.

The lighting and shadows in the photo have a perfectly balanced sense of sophistication; it's the kind of divine photo that every girl who was a fan of celebrities in her past life would dream of taking.

Surrounding the main image are several videos, each with its title written in a special, elegant font.

The Cinematic Tide is Coming!

Stand Up!

"Fierce Dragon VS Shadow Wolf! A Battle Between Freshmen and Seniors from the Main Campus!"

"Beast" VS. Goddess of the Pearl! Beauty and the Beast, who will be the ultimate winner?

Clicking into any video reveals a barrage of comments, and each video also has a comment section where discussions are in full swing. The number of comments has already reached 999+!

"Is this the power of a mage? My mom asked me why I was kneeling while watching the video."

"This is clearly a competition where summoners will shine, but shadow types might become the biggest beneficiaries. I can already imagine how many fools will see the video and then awaken their shadow abilities."

"Heh. I'm in charge of magic awakening at the Pearl Magic Association. Now there are a bunch of students clamoring to guide their shadow magic awakening. The shadow magic guiding stones are almost worn out."

"This freshman is incredibly strong! Pearl Academy is poised to surpass all the universities in the capital!"

"Stop dreaming, upstairs. No matter how good he is, he's still just one person. Next year, when we're selected as exchange students for our university in the capital, we'll beat the crap out of him!"

"Heh, bragging? When I, Shadow Wolf, am happy, you're second only to me; when I'm not, I'll take you all down! Two Shadow Wolves at the Warrior General level, how do you think your Imperial Capital Academy can handle them?"

"Can I report this website?" He An asked after a moment of silence, looking at the online discussions.

He felt a sense of helplessness, like wanting to punch the villain but suddenly finding that the person opposite him was a little girl handing him cotton candy.

The person who put so much effort into making this website must be a true fan, right? Why would they choose such a name?

Lingling pondered for a moment, her slender fingers flying across the keyboard for a while, and replied with a hint of schadenfreude: "No, this website has been simultaneously granted privileges by several extremely high-level users, most likely Dean Xiao and some other important figures above him. Even I can't change it, let alone the staff below."

Upon receiving Lingling's reply, He An seemed to turn completely gray and white.

Who would have thought that someone as brilliant as him would end up with the title of "pervert"?

Both of them crushed the freshmen of Mingzhu, so why is Mo Fan considered the Great Demon King?

"Try to look on the bright side," Lingling said with a smile, trying to comfort her. "At least you can add this website to your bookmarks!"

Even though it was summer, He An felt that the weather in Shanghai was so cold that his hands and feet were freezing.

After He An left, the little girl Lingling sat down in an old rattan chair, her bright, pearl-like eyes seemingly focused on scanning the document on her lap.

But judging from the speed at which she flipped through the pages, her state of mind was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

"Grandpa, why do we need to involve him? Didn't you say before that these things don't require the involvement of young people like us who lack the ability?" Lingling finally couldn't wait any longer and said to Old Man Bao, clutching the documents in her hand.

"This kid has enough strength."

"No matter how strong he is, he's just a mid-level mage! What are two warrior-level demons compared to someone like that? Even—" Lingling suddenly raised her head and looked at Old Man Bao.

"I trust Lao Xiao's judgment. His strength should bring us some special surprises." Old Bao smiled with his eyes narrowed, without revealing any further information.

"Grandpa, those documents say he's from Bocheng." Lingling lowered her head, her voice trembling slightly.

"Yes, your sister is assisting the Inquisition in investigating Salang. If nothing unexpected happens, this cardinal of the Black Vatican is the mastermind behind the disaster in Bo City—" Old Bao tapped his pipe lightly on the bar and said, "I wonder if Leng Qing has found Xiao Ding yet."

"Even Senior Brother Xiao Ding has disappeared. Why did you dare to let a mid-level mage like him do that?"

Lingling put down the document, curled up in the old rattan chair, wrapped her arms around her legs, and gripped the edge of the chair tightly with her ten tiny toes.

"This is the arrangement made by the person above, and neither Lao Xiao nor I can interfere." Old Bao put away his smile, took a puff of his pipe, and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke to conceal his expression.

"He is the most suitable candidate."

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