Knee Pillow, Kallen.

Su Qing'an glanced at Mobius, who was using a Fusion Warrior's reflexes and innate, extraordinary intellect to defeat his precious little cotton-padded jacket several times in a row. He felt that life would become much livelier from now on.

As for the teary-eyed Xiao Xi, he simply pretended not to see her.

In theory, as a consciousness-based lifeform, she should have had no chance of losing in the games she excelled at.

Unfortunately, with the enrollment date at St. Freya Academy drawing near, someone had secretly reduced her thinking speed and reaction intelligence without her noticing, lowering them to a low-frequency state only several times better than an ordinary person's. Naturally, she was no match for Mobius.

Su Qing'an had indeed gone too far, but the fact that the person whose thinking speed had been reduced countless times had not noticed anything at all was even more outrageous.

This proved that Su Muxi had barely used her brain at all during those eight hundred years. She had naturally entered a low-frequency state over the course of those long years; otherwise, she could not possibly have remained unaware.

Thus, Su Qing'an felt not the slightest guilt. In his opinion, he had merely preserved something his daughter did not use. There was nothing worth condemning him for.

At that moment, the girl who remained completely unaware of the truth pursed her lips and complained:

"Little Su, she's bullying me!"

Mobius glanced at her and commented flatly:

"Not as good as Little White."

Little Xuan, who was nearby, delivered a righteous kick while she was down, taking revenge for never having beaten her at Gomoku:

"Xiao Xi, you can't be a sore loser!"

Su Qing'an silently used Honkai Energy to control the controller on the table and return it to Little White, letting