Fairy Tail: This Healing Mage's hits hurt so much!

Fiore Vocational Technical College.

7:30 in the morning.

Riyao climbed out of his single-person dormitory bed.

The room was small, only a dozen square meters, with a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe. There were several posters of a certain sports star on the wall, two dumbbells piled in the corner, and several medical textbooks and a closed laptop scattered on the desk.

The curtains were only half drawn, and sunlight squeezed in through the gaps, falling right on the pillow.

He staggered into the bathroom, still half-asleep.

Squeeze toothpaste, brush your teeth, rinse your mouth.

Foam dripped from the corner of his mouth, which he casually wiped away.

Finally, I scooped up a handful of water and patted it on my face, wiping it haphazardly.

Get it done.

I sat down at my desk and sent the assignment I had stayed up all night to my tutor.

Sent successfully.

Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, my phone rang.

The screen displays: Director Ma.

Sunlight's eyelids twitched.

connected.

"Sunrise, did you use AI for this assignment?"

The voice coming from the receiver carried the probing tone characteristic of an old fox.

Sunrise almost choked.

"Director Ma, how can you doubt your dear student like that?"

He raised his voice.

"I stayed up all night writing this! I'll show you the historical versions later—drafts, revision records, every single version—you can look them up anywhere!"

"Don't rush, don't rush."

The person on the other end of the phone was laughing heartily.

"I was just kidding you, I haven't even seen it yet, hahaha."

Riyao's lips twitched.

"Director Ma."

"Um?"

"Do you know what your teaching qualification certificate and instant coffee have in common?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"Was it tough? It was incredibly tough when I took the exam."

"No, your teaching certificate is as instant as instant coffee."

Sunrise's voice was calm.

"Also, I've been wanting to try cordless bungee jumping lately. You know what I mean."

"Haha, naughty, I'm going to have breakfast now."

beep.

Riyao rolled his eyes.

This old man is really something.

He opened the messaging app to see if there were any messages.

The top one.

"Wendy, my junior," patted me on the shoulder.

Sunlight taps away as it types.

"Why does Wendy want to see me?"

"Senior Riyue, do you still have your old notes?"

"Yes, I'll get it for you in a bit."

"Thank you, little kitten.JPG"

Riyao looked at the meme and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Junior girls are so cute.

Unlike some old men.

He put on a loose white tank top and black athletic shorts, then slipped on flip-flops and went downstairs.

The dormitory building is separated from the cafeteria by a basketball court. The cement ground is scorching hot from the sun, and flip-flops make a slapping sound when you step on it.

The cafeteria was an old-fashioned student cafeteria with a high ceiling and several rows of fluorescent light tubes hanging from it.

The floor is covered with off-white ceramic tiles, which have been worn smooth and shiny in some places after more than ten years of walking on them.

The food serving window has a row of stainless steel countertops, and steam from the kitchen wafts out of the window, mixed with the smell of steamed buns and mantou.

There weren't many people at this time; only a few tables were occupied.

Some people were showing off their steamed buns at Kuku, some were eating while scrolling through their phones, and a couple was huddled together in a corner, being all lovey-dovey.

Riyao walked to the window and ordered a few meat buns and two cups of soy milk.

I took out my phone to scan the QR code and pay.

I found a corner near the fan and sat down.

The fan whirred, making the plastic bag flutter on the corner of the table.

I just took a sip of soy milk.

Snapped!

A hand slammed on the table, causing the plate to bounce and the soy milk to slosh around, almost spilling.

A white-haired girl plopped down opposite him.

Mirajane wore a short black leather jacket over a white fitted tank top, dark blue high-waisted jeans, and black Doc Martens boots.

Her hair was casually gathered behind her ears, revealing two silver stud earrings on her earlobes.

The moment I sat down there, the air around me seemed to cool down a few degrees.

"Hey, Riyao, you ate before I even waited."

Riyao was so startled that he spat out the soy milk he had just drunk.

puff!

The pure white soy milk splashed precisely onto the face of the person opposite.

Not a drop left.

Mirajane closed her eyes, soy milk dripping down her cheeks, onto her black leather jacket, sliding down the surface of the jacket, and spreading a small patch on her white vest.

Riyao made a gurgling sound in his throat.

Mirajane suddenly stood up, went around behind Sunshine, and put his arm around his neck.

"You idiot, are you looking for death?!"

"I was wrong! My neck is going to break, Mira."

Riyao patted her arm, his face turning bright red.

Mirajane slapped his arm hard with a sharp crack before letting go.

Riyao rubbed his neck and pushed the breakfast over with a grin.

"Calm down, calm down. I only drank soy milk, I haven't eaten any steamed buns yet."

He pointed to the plate of perfectly intact steamed buns.

"Look, I saved all the steamed buns for you."

Mirajane pulled out a tissue to wipe her face, then looked down to wipe the soy milk stains off her jacket, picked up a steamed bun, and took a big bite.

He chewed twice and glanced at him.

"You're going out wearing this?"

She looked Riyue up and down in his vest, shorts, and flip-flops, her gaze lingering on the flip-flops for two seconds.

Sunlight raised his toes and greeted Mirajane.

Mirajane rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.

"Finish eating and go get something else quickly."

"Alright."

Riyao grabbed a steamed bun and popped it into his mouth, his cheeks puffing out.

Mirajane patted his arm again.

Snapped.

The two were eating.

"Sister! Brother Riyao!"

A crisp sound came from the entrance of the cafeteria.

Lisana jogged over with a tray on it, which contained a strawberry milkshake and a croissant.

Today she wore a light pink cropped sweatshirt with a cartoon rabbit print on the chest, a white pleated skirt, and white canvas shoes.

She had a fluffy hair clip on her head, which swayed as she ran.

She sat down, set the plate down, and her gaze fell on Riyao's arm.

"Hmm? Sunny Brother, the patterns on your arms are quite nice."

Sunlight bows its head.

There was a clear red handprint on each of his arms.

The one on the left was just played, and the one on the right was played earlier.

The colors also vary in shade.

symmetry.

perfect.

"You call this a pattern?"

Riyao raised his arm to show her.

"This is your sister's masterpiece, a master-level relief. It's fresh out of the oven this morning, still warm."

"Lisana, you actually got up early today?!"

Riyao then changed the subject.

"I do get up early, okay?"

Lisana stood with her hands on her hips, her chin held high, the rabbit pattern on her hoodie bulging out.

Mirajane took a sip of soy milk without looking up.

"Last night she made plans with her friends to play games all night, but her friends stood her up."

"She called me angrily to complain for about twenty minutes."

"and then?"

Sunlight asked.

"Then she fell asleep while we were talking."

"sister!"

Lisana blushed and reached out to cover Mirajane's mouth.

"Sister what sister?"

Mirajane easily brushed her hand away and put down the soy milk cup.

"Try to play fewer games. Staying up so late every night will get you a bed at Riyao's place sooner or later. He's studying medicine; he'll save you a bed."

"I'm going to be a super game streamer, a beautiful girl!"

Lisana clenched her fists, her eyes lit up, and her fluffy hair clip swayed slightly.

"How could I not play games!"

Mirajane rolled her eyes.

Riyao chewed the steamed bun and swallowed it.

"Both of you sisters are studying media."

He pointed at Mirajane.

"Someone wants to be a TV host."

He then pointed to Lisana.

"Someone who wants to be a live streamer."

"Yes, they're all from the 'Master' generation."

Mirajah grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it directly into Riyao's mouth.

"Eat it!"

Sunlight let out two soft whistles.

"Hurry up and finish eating, go back and change your clothes, then come shopping with me later."

Mirajane wiped his hands, took out his phone from his leather jacket pocket, and started looking at something.

"Hey, take one with you, take one with you, sis!"

Lisana grabbed Mirajane's arm and shook it, her pleated skirt swaying back and forth.

When Riyao heard that Lisana also wanted to go, he almost spat out the steamed bun in his mouth again.

He swallowed it forcefully.

joke.

Two girls shopping together?

Well, I'm number one on the steps leaderboard today, okay?

Start with 30,000 steps.

Not capped.

Riyao looked down at the flip-flops on his feet.

It's already starting to hurt.