Carol Plays an Assist.

The primary reason for this is that Satou Yunona, who knows the whole truth, implicitly acknowledges that Fu Hua knows Su Qing'an is her teacher.

Therefore, in order to avoid making her feel too uncomfortable or angry after hearing the rumors, and also to avoid exposing the fact that he had been following her.

Hmm, the second one might be the more important one.

Even though Satou Yunona would sometimes Mind's Eye mention to Fu Hua that the school had recently gained a teacher who enrolled with the new students, she never went into detail about the teacher's name or any other specific information.

So, given this information gap and clever misunderstanding, Fu Hua's reaction was surprisingly bland. Her nonchalant and indifferent demeanor made Satou Yunona wonder if Fu Hua was actually a very good actress, or if she was actually quite skilled in this area.

Satou Yunona, who considers herself a love guru (in theory), felt like she had been outmaneuvered. To avoid being fooled by such subtle details, she rarely brought it up again.

Moreover, her original reason for posting wasn't out of a perverse sense of humor to see Fu Hua's bizarre expressions.

Her initial goal was simple: she felt that a teacher of Su Qing'an's caliber shouldn't have only one pitiful student in the classroom during class.

If Satou Yunona were to put herself in the other person's shoes and think about the current situation, she would inevitably feel disappointed.

So although she failed to trick Fu Hua, she didn't feel defeated by her goal.

It's a real shame that we can't see Hua's funny expressions.

In a sense, this person shares the same hobby as Su Qing'an.

Around noon, Fu Hua, sitting on a bench in the school, quietly finished packing her lunchbox and glanced at the girl next to her.

Her name was Carole, and she was the second friend he had made at this academy.

The reason their relationship has developed to this point is due to an accident.

To summarize, the urban legend tells of Carole being attacked by Zombie in a dark alley at night, but ultimately being rescued by Fu Hua.

Then, their relationship naturally developed into what it is today.

Incidentally, Su Qing'an was also present at that time.

However, because he wanted to test Fu Hua's practical application of the Void Sword Qi, he chose not to make a move.

The Zombie produced at this stage are very weak. They don't even need the enhancement of the Void Sword Qi. Fu Hua's own martial arts skills alone are enough to fight them. This is why the young man felt at ease letting her take action alone.

And the result was...

Fu Hua grabbed Carole and ran.

It was an unexpected yet perfectly logical choice.

Su Qing'an dealt with the Zombie herself. Although her desire to see their combat skills was not fulfilled, her decisive choice to flee won the young man's favor.

Fu Hua frowned slightly as she looked at Carole's outfit.

This wasn't the first time she'd seen how thin Carole's clothes were; in fact, she'd gotten somewhat used to it by now.

However, out of concern and care, Fu Hua couldn't help but say:

"Aren't you cold dressed like that? You'll catch a cold."

Unlike Fu Hua, who dutifully wore her winter school uniform, Carole had completely altered it, appearing as if she had already disregarded school rules and regulations since she had only recently enrolled.

Her innermost layer was a black sports bra, and on top of that was a white off-the-shoulder top made from a summer school uniform short-sleeved shirt. She had designed a hole in the original stand-up collar, through which a small black tie was threaded, giving the overall style a slightly playful feel. Her lower body was covered by black tight shorts that partially covered the top.

In this increasingly cold winter, only the blue denim fleece jacket wrapped around her waist can prove that the season is still normal.

Unfortunately, even this seemingly normal coat serves the purpose of styling, as evidenced by the various accessories pinned to it, revealing Carole's obsession with pursuing her own style.

In fact, this outfit did indeed make her look energetic and exceptionally beautiful.

But from an outsider's perspective, aside from her good looks, one can't help but wonder if she feels cold.

So it's no wonder Fu Hua asked her that question. It was a perfectly normal outfit for summer, and compared to her own rather demure white down jacket, Carole's look was noticeably different.

In response, Carole blinked her golden eyes, glanced at Fu Hua, and said earnestly:

"Hua, for a girl this age, things like feeling cold or catching a cold are insignificant details compared to unleashing youthful energy."

Looking at Fu Hua's seemingly incomprehensible expression, Carole shook her head, twirling a strand of her short white hair between her fingers as she spoke:

"Although I know I'm a bit too focused on my appearance, that's just the kind of personality I should have at this age. It's reasonable to do immature things at an immature age, right?"

She continued with a smile:

"So it's not a big deal. Besides, I've always been mindful of exercising."

Suddenly, this lively girl seemed to have an idea when she thought of the word "exercise," and she asked excitedly:

"Hua, doesn't your family own a martial arts school? Then your former senior brothers must have had that kind of daily practice where they would practice shirtless and barefoot in the snow during the winter, right?"

After careful consideration, Fu Hua looked at her and said softly:

"No way, because that's not practice at all, it's self-torture. Even Dad wouldn't do something so pointless to show off his martial arts skills."

"It's not very difficult to box in this kind of environment without any obstacles, but it can be a bit strenuous for beginners whose skill level is not yet at a certain level."

"Moreover, very few students in martial arts schools truly want to learn martial arts well; most people just treat it as a way to exercise. So even if this training method is really effective, no one will accept it."

Carole was somewhat surprised to hear this. She had only asked casually after thinking about the movie plot, but after hearing Fu Hua's response, she realized that it could indeed be attributed to a training method.

It feels somewhat unbelievable.

"Hua, can you do that?" she asked.

Fu Hua hesitated for a moment before arriving at an answer.

The reason for needing to consider this is that she herself has never done such a thing, so it is naturally difficult to make a specific judgment.

However, after forging her sword heart, her martial arts level was already infinitely close to the Mind's Eye. She could indeed lock in her body heat for a short period of time and practice punching on the snow without hurting her skin in the slightest. So she quickly nodded her chin, which earned her Carole's sincere praise.

"Wow, Hua, this is kung fu! If I weren't worried about my body getting bigger, I'd love to learn it too. Just imagining it is so interesting. If I knew kung fu, I wouldn't be afraid of those monsters the other day."

Fu Hua secretly touched her slender calves, then looked up in protest:

"Practicing martial arts won't turn you into that."

Carole's face showed disappointment and sorrow. She waved her hand and sighed, saying:

"I know Hua, you've gotten into a great physique since you started practicing martial arts, but I have reasons to be worried about it."

She recalled her mother's robust physique, then glanced at her own tanned skin, a result of excellent genes, and a fierce fighting spirit suddenly ignited in her golden eyes:

"Even if there's only the slightest possibility, I must prevent and nip it in the bud!"

She immediately deflated and complained:

"Even though I was so lazy when I was little, I still worked hard to learn ballet for a while because of this."

Fu Hua tilted her head upon hearing this, and asked in confusion:

"Did you only study for a short time?"

Carole gave an awkward laugh, then sighed and said:

"At that time, I was so obsessed with maintaining a good figure that I secretly intensified my training, and ballet requires maintaining a straight-legged posture for a long time..."

She paused for a moment, as if she knew this was embarrassing, but still said:

"Then, because I didn't stretch properly afterwards, and my movements weren't correct when I practiced on my own, my legs ended up getting even thicker..."

Fu Hua found the girl's naive appearance somewhat amusing. She slightly raised the corners of her lips but did not comment on it, instead listening quietly to Carole's narration.

"In short, I was terrified after that incident, and I immediately started crying and making a scene with my mom, refusing to learn ballet anymore. I remember how much my mom was annoyed with me back then, and she still brings it up with me to this day."

Carole said, somewhat guilty yet also somewhat self-righteous:

"She has no idea what troubles I'm going through."

Immediately, the girl changed the subject:

"However, my mom still respects my ideas. Even though I have such a past record, she will still sign me up for any extracurricular activities I like, as long as I am interested in them. She is not afraid of my tendency to lose interest quickly."

"Looking back now, I realize that my personality is partly due to my mother's parenting style. In any case, thanks to that, I quickly figured out what I truly like."

Fu Hua vaguely recalled her mother, but that was during her childhood, and her memory was so hazy that only a few scattered images remained.

All she remembered was that she was a woman who spoke very gently and had a very gentle personality.

As for the rest, all that remained were the nursery rhymes that my mother occasionally sang in my ears and the gentle tone in which she softly recited fairy tales.

"Hua, are you alright? You look a bit dazed."

Carole's worried words immediately pulled her out of her past reverie. Fu Hua came back to her senses, shook her head, and said softly:

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered my mother."

Carole's expression stiffened. She suddenly realized that Fu Hua came from a single-parent family, and this topic seemed somewhat sensitive under that factor.

So the straightforward girl chose to follow her first instinct.

She clasped her hands together, bowed her head, and apologized to Fu Hua, who looked puzzled.

"I'm sorry, Hua. I don't think things through when I speak. Please forgive me. I'll treat you to ramen as an apology."

Fu Hua paused for a moment, then said with a flustered yet helpless smile:

"What does it matter? Carole's willingness to talk to me about your family shows she considers me a friend, right? I'm happy about that, and I'm not sad at all, so there's absolutely no need to apologize."

Carole quietly opened one of her previously closed eyes. She breathed a slight sigh of relief and returned to her original state after realizing that the other person really thought it was okay.

The girl sighed and said:

"I know you won't be angry about this, Hua, but you also know that I tend to be unfiltered with people close to me without thinking. To put it nicely, I say whatever comes to mind, but to put it bluntly, I sometimes step on people's landmines."

"Once or twice is fine, but if it keeps accumulating and isn't addressed, even the best of friends will be ruined. So I think it's best to resolve any problems as soon as you discover them, so that our friendship can last a long time."

Fu Hua watched the smile that naturally appeared on her face as she spoke, she couldn't help but smile along.

She liked Carole's personality in every sense of the word.

Such a straightforward and sincere girl is always surrounded by laughter and joy. She seems to be radiating her own light and warmth at all times, and her unconventional yet principled behavior is also a unique charm.

For Fu Hua, she was already one of her rare friends.

Fu Hua changed the subject; she didn't want the other person to dwell on the matter for too long.

"By the way, didn't you say you found what you truly love? What is it?"

Upon hearing this, Carole pointed to the coat wrapped around her waist, its decorations particularly eye-catching, and said excitedly:

"It's a design, a design! Look at the clothes I'm wearing now, they're my own design. What do you think? They really reflect my personal style, right?"

Fu Hua carefully examined the other person's attire again, and praised them with a slightly surprised tone:

"Carole made all of these herself? That's amazing."

Hearing this, Carole guiltily fiddled with her hair with her fingertips and said:

"Although I could have made it myself, I only used my own design sketches for this outfit to make it look better and more refined; the rest of the steps were done by others."

"But soon I'll be able to make clothes of the same quality myself." She pumped her fist to encourage herself.

Carole glanced at the time on her wristwatch; it was almost time to go to her elective class.

Suddenly, she thought of something, turned her head, and asked:

"Oh, right, Hua, that art teacher I told you about before is really handsome. Aren't you going to one of his classes with me?"

Fu Hua hesitated for a moment but still shook her head, indicating that she didn't want to go. Carole's excuse of dragging her to see handsome guys always made the girl feel that if she went, she would feel very guilty in front of Master Su.

Looking at the girl's introverted demeanor, Carole sighed with heartache:

"This is an all-girls school! Hua, how can you experience youth like this! As your best friend, I have to correct your personality."

Then, hearing these words that seemed familiar to Lin Xinchán, Fu Hua was forced to leave the art classroom.