Bibi Dong's Intuition

The dean's suite was luxurious and cavernous.

Before the floor-to-ceiling window, Bibi Dong reclined against a soft velvet sofa. She wore only a dark purple silk robe, the sash tied loosely, revealing vast expanses of snow-white, delicate skin and a deep, alluring cleavage.

Her ink-purple hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, with a few playful strands resting against her ears, lending a lazy, sensual air to her face, which was both charming and dignified.

She held a cup of tea in one hand; the liquid had long since gone cold, but she remained oblivious, her gaze fixed out the window as if she could pierce through layers of architecture to see every corner of the Spirit Academy.

Knock, knock, knock.

The door was rapped three times, the rhythm steady, the force neither light nor heavy.

Bibi Dong did not turn her head, nor did she bother to lift an eyelid. Just from the sound of the knocking, she knew who it was. In the entire Spirit Academy, the only person who dared to knock on her door like this without waiting for a response was the Dean of Students, Flender.

A rigid, timid, yet dutiful man.

"Enter." Bibi Dong's voice was cold and clear, carrying a trace of imperceptible weariness.

The door creaked open, and Flender's signature square face and black-rimmed glasses poked inside.

He cautiously observed Bibi Dong's expression. Seeing no sign of anger, he hunched his shoulders and slipped in like a startled groundhog.

"D-Dean," Flender said, clutching an envelope, fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead.

"What is it?" Bibi Dong finally set down her teacup and sat upright. The hem of her robe slid down with her movement, her straight, slender, jade-like legs appearing and disappearing amidst the silk, causing Flender to lower his head immediately, not daring to take another look.

"It's... it's regarding some... some issues with the students." Flender presented the envelope with both hands, his posture humble to the extreme.

Bibi Dong did not take it, merely lifting her chin to signal him to continue.

Flender swallowed hard, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and then proceeded to recount the narrative provided by Tang San and the others, adding plenty of embellishments.

He spoke of "colluding with outside forces," "using dark arts to boost spirit power," and "bullying innocent classmates," his tone so filled with righteous indignation that one would think he had witnessed it all firsthand.

"This is a joint report written by students Tang San, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun, with photos of their injuries as proof," Flender concluded. "They are worried that those four female students have gone astray, which is why they risked retaliation to report the situation to the academy. I implore you to investigate, Dean!"

Bibi Dong listened without a change in expression, merely extending a slender finger to take the envelope.

She did not open it immediately, instead tapping the edge of the envelope with her fingertips, producing a soft "tap-tap" sound.

The room was deathly quiet; Flender could even hear the sound of his own heart pounding.

Bibi Dong hated trouble; this was known throughout the academy.

Especially petty squabbles between students that involved "outside forces." According to her usual style, she would likely toss the letter aside and tell Flender to handle it himself.

But today, she seemed a bit different.

"Colluding with outside forces... bullying classmates..." Bibi Dong chewed on the eight words, a playful curve touching the corners of her lips. "These boys certainly know how to pin labels on others."

She finally tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter and the photos.

The letter was written with flourish and flowery language, filled from start to finish with high-minded principles about acting for the sake of the academy and their fellow students.

The photos were also taken quite "professionally."

Bibi Dong looked through them one by one, her expression turning somewhat peculiar.

She recalled a scene she had caught a glimpse of on the sports field from her window that day.

The girl named Xiao Wu had kicked Tang San flying seven or eight meters away with a single strike.

At the time, she had only found it amusing and hadn't looked into it further. Now that she thought about it, the whole affair was riddled with suspicious details.

She pulled up the student files on the spirit tool on her desk, her fingers sliding lightly across the light screen.

[Xiao Wu, Level 62 Spirit Emperor.]

[Tang San, Level 69 Spirit Emperor.]

Level 62 fighting Level 69, and kicking him away with one strike?

Bibi Dong's brows furrowed slightly. This was no longer a simple case of challenging someone of a higher rank; it was practically challenging the common sense of the spirit master world.

Moreover, the report mentioned four people: Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Bai Chenxiang. These four were roommates living in the same dormitory.

Four people "colluding with outside forces" at the same time? Four people experiencing a "surge in strength" at the same time?

There was no such thing as a coincidence in this world.

Bibi Dong instinctively felt that this matter was not that simple.

She had heard of those boys—Tang San and his group. With their ties to the Clear Sky Sect and the Star Luo Empire, none of them were easy to deal with, and they often used their backgrounds to stir up trouble in the academy. Their words could be trusted, at most, by thirty percent.

Yet, this matter was truly bizarre.

"I am aware of this matter," Bibi Dong said, stuffing the letter and photos back into the envelope and tossing it onto the desk. "You may go."

"Yes, Dean." Flender, as if granted a reprieve, bowed and backed out, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

The room returned to silence.

Bibi Dong leaned back against the sofa, her fingers unconsciously stroking the smooth silk of her robe. Her intuition told her that these four girls must be hiding some kind of secret.

A secret that allowed a Level 62 Spirit Emperor to kick a Level 69 Spirit Emperor flying.

A secret that made a calculating boy like Tang San willing to lose face just to file a complaint.

She suddenly found herself quite interested in this secret.

Bibi Dong picked up the soul guidance communicator on the table and dialed a number.

The light screen flickered to life, and a figure as cold as snow appeared on the display.

"Qian Renxue." Bibi Dong's voice returned to its usual languor. "Come to my office."

When Qian Renxue arrived at the Dean's office, Bibi Dong was standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, her back turned to her.

The afterglow of the setting sun filtered through the glass, stretching her silhouette long. Her dark purple silk robe shimmered with a flowing luster in the light, resembling a mysterious purple flame.

"Mentor." Qian Renxue bowed slightly, her voice cold and devoid of any superfluous emotion.

She was wearing the standard student council uniform today: a white jacket, a light blue shirt, a gray plaid pleated skirt, and white knee-high socks that encased her straight, slender calves. Her dazzling blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her emerald-green eyes were like two bottomless, frigid pools.

Standing there, she looked like a drawn sword—sharp, yet possessing an innate nobility.

Bibi Dong turned slowly, leaning against the window frame with her arms crossed over her chest. This movement made her already full bosom appear even more prominent, stretching the collar of her silk robe to reveal a vast expanse of blindingly white skin.

She looked Qian Renxue up and down, her gaze lingering for a moment on the girl's meticulous uniform. The corners of her mouth twitched as if she wanted to say something, but she ultimately remained silent.

"There is a matter that requires your attention," Bibi Dong said, her tone flat and unreadable.

"Please instruct me, Mentor."

"Investigate a few people." Bibi Dong pushed the envelope on the table toward her. "Girls' dormitory room 666: Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Bai Chenxiang. Find out what they have been doing lately, who they have met, and if there is anything unusual about their strength."

Qian Renxue stepped forward, picked up the envelope, and pulled out the letter and photographs inside.

She scanned them quickly, her emerald eyes remaining calm. She seemed completely indifferent to the "miserable state" of Tang San and the others.

"I heard that Tang San and his group were beaten," Qian Renxue said, sliding the letter back into the envelope. "It was Xiao Wu."

"Oh?" Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow. "What is your take on this?"

"Tang San brought it upon himself." Qian Renxue's reply was simple and direct. "He pulled Xiao Wu's braid at noon, and by the afternoon, he was beaten. It's only fair."

Bibi Dong was amused by her answer, her chest rising and falling slightly. "You see things clearly. However, that is not the point."

She paused, looked into Qian Renxue's eyes, and asked, "How can a level 62 beat a level 69 into such a state?"