She furrowed her delicate brows slightly, a trace of complicated emotion flashing through her eyes.
Teacher Fu Ye... really was special.
Powerful and mysterious, with a cold charm that drew people in and made them want to unravel him.
But seeing him so close to Teacher Tang Yue, so close that it seemed there was no room for a third person, Zhou Min felt an inexplicable tightness in her chest.
She pursed her lips and looked away, but the spark at her fingertips flickered uncontrollably, nearly setting her own sleeve alight.
"Look over there..."
"Teacher Tang Yue is actually with Teacher Fu..."
"Do they know each other? I've never seen them interact before."
"Just who is Teacher Fu? Teacher Tang Yue is an Intermediate Mage, yet she's being so..."
"It's over. My goddess..."
"Don't talk nonsense. Maybe they're discussing teaching matters!"
"Do people need to sit that close to discuss teaching? Do you discuss teaching like that?"
Whispers spread across the training ground like ripples on water.
Countless gazes converged beneath that patch of shade—envy, jealousy, curiosity, disbelief, heartbreak... all kinds of emotions fermented in young hearts.
Especially among the male students.
It felt as though a bottle of every flavor imaginable had been overturned inside them.
What remained in the end was a deep sourness and helplessness.
That was Teacher Tang Yue!
They had to muster up all their courage just to go speak a few more words to her.
Their goddess, for whom they carefully prepared topics of conversation.
Yet now, she had taken the initiative to sit beside another man, smiling brightly and chatting with him in such an intimate posture.
And that man looked as though it were only natural, even somewhat indifferent. How could they possibly endure that?
But even if they could not endure