“What would happen if Talia and the Poet of Great Love tried it?”

Lan Qi had long been curious about how Talia managed to obtain the [Poem of Compassion] and use it on herself in a timeline where he didn't interfere. How did she rise to power?

Perhaps, for other seers, high-level diviners, or those with future sight, the timeline they could observe more than a year ago was indeed that one.

And his own memories and information about that timeline were like a gift of future sight.

“We can bring Lan Fu over to try later.”

Hearing this, Hyperion seemed to have a flash of inspiration, realizing there was another option.

Although Talia and the Poet of Great Love had completely different personalities, the Poet of Great Love was created by Talia herself after all, so maybe their compatibility would be surprisingly high.

Since entering the academy, the Poet of Great Love had been thirsting for knowledge in the Magic Engineering Institute all day long.

She was a true self-disciplined academic, while Lan Qi, who was always trying to find ways to skip class, was clearly the opposite.

The two walked up the stairs to the third floor.

Passing the row of large windows beside them, they arrived at the student council room door at the end of the corridor.

“President, we’re here.”

Hyperion knocked on the heavy door.

A faint sound came from the crack in the door, as if the president was chatting with someone.

“Come in.”

After receiving a response, the two pushed open the door together.

The nine o'clock bell rang in the campus, and a breeze blew in from the window, carrying a fresh scent and a faint aroma of tea. The tea leaves floated leisurely in the cup, dancing on the surface of the water.

The president was not sitting at his desk this time, but was instead relaxing and chatting on the sofa in the lounge area, which was a rare sight.

And sitting next to him was a lady with a similar hair color.

“Student Lan Qi! Student Hyperion!”

Before Hyperion could ask in confusion, Florence greeted the two with a smile.

Florence had returned to her female appearance today, exuding a harmless aura all over her body. Her delicate facial features and skin were naturally tender, and her vermilion lips were delicate and charming.

“She is President Monaster's sister and Dean Loren's close friend.”

Lan Qi introduced her to Hyperion while leading her to sit side by side on the sofa opposite.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Florence!”

Hyperion nodded respectfully.

She could sense that the other party was a member of the Church of the Goddess of Fate like herself, and of a very high status. She was surprised that she was treating her so kindly.

“No wonder Almis likes you so much. I’ve heard Monaster talk about you. You are truly an angel descended to earth, definitely guided by the Goddess.”

Florence said to Hyperion with joy.

In fact, during the Holy Knight assessment of the Church of the Goddess of Fate at Herrom Prison, she had watched Hyperion's actions in a high-dimensional space.

“Sigh.”

Lan Qi sighed.

Loren's recklessness yesterday was still vivid in his mind.

He didn't expect Loren to hug Florence as soon as they met yesterday.

But there was no time to think too much about it.

“Do you have another request for us today?”

Lan Qi looked at the opposite side, temporarily interrupting Florence and Hyperion's conversation about the Goddess.

Occasionally, the student council would need their help on weekends, and Lan Qi never refused.

This morning, Senior Asina told Hyperion that the president wanted to talk to them about something, so they came directly from Cat Owner Restaurant to the Ikrith Academy student council room.

Florence immediately came back to her senses and looked at Lan Qi.

She sat up straighter, her expression a little nervous.

“It’s like this… I’ve been staying in a hotel since I came to Ikrith, not knowing how many days I’ll be staying or when I’ll be leaving, and I’ve been just ordering takeout for all my meals. Loren originally thought I was living with Monaster.”

Florence looked away, put her hands on her knees, and explained hesitantly,

“So, when I was chatting with Loren using communication magic last night, Loren said, ‘Why don’t you just live at my house? He has a guest room, so at least he can make breakfast for me every day, and it’ll be convenient for him to chat with me after he gets off work at night.’”

“Ah?”

Hyperion was stunned.

Dean Loren was too open, wasn't he?

“Wait, Hyperion, I have to explain. Loren doesn’t know I’m a woman. He treats me like a brother, because I usually wear a set of tight armor, and my voice is different from now!”

Florence noticed Hyperion’s expression and hurriedly waved her hand to explain, and began to tell Hyperion about the matter of entrusting Lan Qi to help make transformation cards a few days ago.

“……”

Even after understanding the cause and effect, Hyperion still felt a little dazed.

“Then, did you agree to him?”

Hyperion asked again.

“I… He was too enthusiastic, and I felt that if I refused him, he would be very sad, so I didn’t know what to do yesterday and could only agree to him…”

Florence lowered her head and murmured.

Lan Qi noticed that Monaster's mouth trembled.

Then he probably understood what the president meant.

“I don’t know what to do now. Even if I pretend to be a boy and live with him, it’s too…”

Florence opened her mouth to the two people in front of her with difficulty, her words full of a signal for help.

She had long heard that Ikrith Academy students had student services for emotional counseling, which would help guide and solve various problems.

“Don’t worry, your predicament is within our business scope, and this matter is originally related to the previous card-making request, so I will help you to the end even if it’s after-sales service.”

Lan Qi said with a sense of responsibility.

Florence immediately clenched her fists and nodded gratefully.

“Since living in Loren’s house has become a foregone conclusion, then it’s better to seriously consider how to do things flawlessly. You need to pay attention to a few things, Miss Florence.”

Lan Qi instructed calmly, sitting upright.

“Tell me.”

“First, be sure to lock the door when you take a shower, and don’t scream no matter what happens in the bathroom, lest Loren push the door open to see what happened.”

Lan Qi counted with his index finger, his expression serious.

“Okay.”

Florence carefully noted it down.

“Second, it’s best to change your shampoo and shower gel to something with a lighter scent, otherwise, when you sit next to him after taking a shower at night, he might get the feeling of ‘Brother, you smell so good.’”

Lan Qi continued to enumerate.

“Okay.”

Florence remembered Lan Qi’s words.

“Third, just follow him and eat breakfast with him, don’t get up early to make breakfast for him, and don’t do too much housework, and don’t bring him tea and snacks when he works overtime at night, otherwise he might feel like there’s a virtuous wife and loving mother in the house.”

“No problem.”

“Fourth, mopping the floor occasionally is okay, keep the ground clean, prevent it from being slippery, and don’t let anything happen where the two of you fall down together, allowing him to have close contact with you.”

“……?”

Hyperion frowned and stared at Lan Qi in a daze.

Wait.

Are you teaching her how to prevent Loren from finding out she’s a girl?

Or are you pointing the way for her to figure out how to create more heart-pounding moments with Loren?!

(End of this chapter)