The other party was petite, judging by her height, she only came up to Chen Li's chest.
A head of fluffy, soft golden hair cascaded down from the top of her head, its ends hanging past her waist.
Most eye-catching of all was the bright red hooded cloak draped over her shoulders.
The cloak's hood currently hung limp behind her head, and the red fabric was embroidered with old, exquisite dark patterns like those found only in fairy tales.
Beneath the cloak was a fitted grayish-white dress. The hem was uneven, as though it had been torn by something sharp—or deliberately cut into that irregular shape.
Her round golden eyes, identical in color to her hair, were currently glaring at the three people in the classroom with clear displeasure.
This was Tonghua's Little Red Riding Hood form.
"Hey. What kind of looks are those? Show some respect, okay? I'm an Evil God." Feeling the surprised, scrutinizing gazes from Pearl and Feiying, Tonghua curled her lips in annoyance.
"...Benefactor, this child is an Evil God?" Feiying tilted her head and pointed at Tonghua as she looked toward Chen Li.
"Though she doesn't look like one, she really is." Chen Li nodded.
Chen Li did not find Feiying and Pearl's reactions strange either. After all, anyone seeing Tonghua for the first time and then hearing that she was an Evil God would react this way.
Pearl remained outwardly impassive, but her internal evaluation module had already swiftly completed a full threat-level assessment of the girl before her.
The conclusion was: Extremely deceptive appearance.
This golden-haired girl, who looked even younger than her own lord, emanated a bottomless sense of presence completely incompatible with her appearance.
It was something very difficult to quantify with data.
Like a thin children's picture book with cute