In Weila’s view, it was a bit too late for Ximo to start learning magic from zero foundation now. She advised Ximo to change her major out of kindness. However, their back-and-forth conversation drew dissatisfaction from the people queuing behind them.
“Tch.”
The burly boy behind Ximo clicked his tongue in displeasure. He glanced at the maid outfit on Ximo, and a flash of contempt passed through his eyes.
The boy’s name was Jackson, and his clothing alone revealed his noble background.
Although the maid outfit was convenient, Ximo had overlooked one thing— in this academy, there were no shortage of students who judged by appearances.
“Hurry up. Isn’t it just filling out a major selection form? Why waste so much time?”
Jackson’s tone was unkind from behind, interrupting their conversation. Ximo paused for a moment and quickly apologized.
“Sorry, I’ll be done right away.”
Although she had only exchanged a few extra words with this senior sister Weila, it was still her who had delayed everyone’s time. Ximo pushed the completed major selection form back toward Weila.
“I’ve decided, Senior Sister. I’ll go with the Magic Department.”
“Yo, not even a magic rank?”
Unbeknownst to her, this action was caught by Jackson behind her, who glanced at the form. Upon seeing “None” for Ximo’s magic rank, Jackson sneered mockingly.
“I thought some dual-cultivation genius was agonizing over which department to pick. Turns out it’s just an illiterate who’s never even touched magic.”
Jackson’s voice was loud, drawing the attention of some people around them. Ximo was stunned for a moment, not expecting this guy to mock her outright.
“Yeah, it’s such a shame. You even have to blame yourself for me not having studied magic, right?”
“Blame me?” Jackson was taken aback. “How is your lack of magic studies any of my business? Don’t just casually slander people.”
“Yeah, if my not having studied magic is none of your business, then why are you chiming in? Does it have anything to do with you?”
Ximo wore a cute smile on her face, but her words were merciless. The people around didn’t expect such a delicate and adorable girl to have such a sharp tongue, and they couldn’t help but laugh.
Hmph, Ximo sneered inwardly. Now that System had canceled that pure pushover daily quest, why should she give him any good looks?
Keep acting tough, and I’ll make you fly, believe it or not?
This mockery made Jackson lose some face. A nameless fire surged in his heart. As a noble, he couldn’t accept being ridiculed by Ximo, a little maid in a servant outfit.
“You can only run your mouth. Who knew the academy would accept any stray cat or dog? What’s the point of admitting trash like you?”
“You’re going a bit too far saying that…”
Weila couldn’t help but speak up for Ximo, but as a senior, her voice grew smaller when facing the freshman.
Jackson showed no intention of stopping. Instead, he used his height and build to stand very close to Ximo, looming over her to create a sense of pressure.
“With your caliber, you want to learn magic? I bet no teacher will want to teach a waste like you after classes start, hahaha…”
Jackson’s unbridled laughter and mockery irritated Ximo. Moreover, he stood way too close… so close that Ximo felt even if she broke a few of his fingers, he wouldn’t have time to react.
Relying on his size to intimidate a girl?
If this were outside the academy, Ximo would have already made a move to shut him up. But…
Ximo unclenched her fist. This was the academy after all, and verbal sparring like this wasn’t worth much. Better to avoid trouble.
Jackson had deliberately raised his voice just now, intending to mock Ximo in front of all the new students so everyone would hear she was a magic-less waste. Thus, his words reached Melrose’s ears, who was maintaining order not far away.
Melrose looked in the direction of the voice and understood the situation at a glance.
Melrose frowned. The issue of noble students looking down on commoners had always existed in the academy, and she had always despised such behavior. Usually, noble students avoided doing this in front of her.
Jackson, being a freshman, probably hadn’t noticed that the Student Council President Melrose was here.
With a stern face, Melrose walked toward them. Her dislike for this kind of behavior was one reason, but another was that Ximo was her chosen toy.
Though this toy hadn’t been “trained” yet, Melrose hated others touching her toys.
She only allowed herself to bully the toys she fancied.
But before Melrose could go over and “have a good chat” with Jackson, another figure with quick footsteps had already approached.
It was Shasta. At that moment, Shasta not only wore sunglasses but also held a large parasol, making her very conspicuous. She walked to Ximo’s side and slightly tiptoed to pat Ximo’s shoulder.
“Hey, you—”
Weila, as a graduate, reacted faster and quickly recognized the newcomer. She immediately straightened up.
“Good day, Instructor Shasta.”
“Mm-hmm.” Shasta nodded perfunctorily and turned to Ximo. “I’m talking to you. What’s your name?”
Jackson, seeing a teacher arrive, grew a bit nervous. He thought the teacher had noticed the disturbance and come to resolve it.
If the teacher asked later, he’d say it was because Ximo was dawdling too long up front, so he couldn’t help but urge her…
Jackson was already rehearsing his excuse in his mind. Though a noble, he knew using his status to pressure a teacher in school was asking for expulsion.
“X-Ximo…”
Ximo was also a bit nervous. She didn’t want to catch a teacher’s attention over something like this before classes even started… But this little loli shorter than her was a teacher?
The Shasta before her had white hair and red eyes, tied in low twin tails, holding a large parasol edged with lace. Without the sunglasses, she looked just like a life-sized exquisite doll.
And this doll was not only a teacher but seemed highly respected by students, as Weila beside her stood ramrod straight.
“Ximo, right? Good. You’ll be my Assistant Student from now on. Come find me to report after classes start.”
Shasta pulled out a small key and tossed it over. Ximo fumbled to catch it, but her mind was still blank.
