The Agreement

"Mentor Pig means that if Mentor Christiana wants to find a man, she should find Mentor Pig, and no one else is qualified. Am I right, Mentor Pig?" Suddenly, a teasing voice came from outside the classroom.

"Nonsense!" Pig roared, his face flushed red, the shout shaking the classroom until it buzzed. He turned to look at the person who had said that "nonsense."

"Don't get so worked up. Did I hit the nail on the head?" Diya looked at Pig with a face full of mockery and disdain. With Adam at home, Diya did not want to stay there. For one thing, it would let Adam and Uncle Fu reunite; for another, he truly did not want to see Adam. But with nowhere else to go, he had no choice but to come to the academy. He had not expected to hear all this the moment he reached the entrance. Combined with the strange looks and discussions of the people who had brushed past him just now, he understood that he must have been seen leaving Christiana's pavilion that morning, which had sparked a "scandal."

He himself did not care. After all these years, he had no shortage of nicknames. But Christiana's reputation was of vital importance. If he had not stayed overnight, such rumors would never have arisen.

"You're spouting nonsense! How could someone as outstanding as Christiana be worthy of me?" Pig seemed to have had his secret thoughts exposed. He bellowed so loudly that even the surrounding classes heard him.

"So Mentor Pig also knows what kind of goods he is, and that he isn't worthy of Mentor Christiana. At least you have some self-knowledge."

"You... you... you! Just you wait! With something like this happening, the academy can absolutely expel you. I'm going to the dean right now and have you expelled, you scum of the academy! You actually used drugs to ** Mentor Christiana! You are the academy's disgrace!" Pig seemed to have gone mad, babbling wildly without a shred of reason. He charged out of the classroom, his round body leaving like a gust of wind.

Christiana's face turned pale. She had never imagined something like this would happen. Now she finally knew why so many people had been looking at her with those strange gazes. So that was it. So that was it. Christiana's body swayed a few times, and she only felt darkness gathering before her eyes. Her feet moved forward, her eyes lost focus, and after taking a few steps, her body toppled to the side.

Diya, who had been watching Christiana all along, stepped forward and supported her. Her delicate body fell into his arms. Diya wrapped both arms around her, lifted Christiana up, and strode quickly toward the stairwell. The students stared at Diya in astonishment, shocked by his actions. At this moment, everyone had forgotten that Diya was an extremely frail piece of trash who should not possibly have been able to carry a living person.

"Stop! Put Mentor down!" Gaia rushed in front of Diya in a few steps and blocked him. Diya glanced coldly at Gaia and walked straight ahead. He kicked out, and in an instant, Gaia's body flew backward through the air, fell to the ground, and clutched his stomach while wailing.

Ignoring everyone else, Diya carried Christiana swiftly downstairs and headed toward the pavilion. The farther he went, the faster he moved, until in the end he actually began running, vanishing from everyone's sight in a puff of smoke.

"That's not right. Isn't Diya's body extremely poor? He even has trouble holding a short staff. How can he now..."

Someone immediately reacted and pointed out the suspicious point. At once, new discussions arose again.

"Mentor." As Diya flew forward, the pavilion had already appeared before his eyes. He quickly ran to the entrance. Christiana's eyes opened a little, then opened blankly. Seeing Diya's face looking at her with concern, a trace of warmth could not help but surface in her heart. Only then did Christiana realize that she seemed to be in Diya's arms. Her pale cheeks instantly flushed crimson.

"Put me down." Christiana's body twisted gently, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, bringing Diya a ** sensation. Her body fragrance continually invaded Diya's nostrils.

Diya slowly lowered Christiana's feet to the ground. Christiana swayed, so Diya could only support her back with his right hand.

"I'm fine now." Christiana looked at Diya with a complicated expression, then turned, opened the door, and walked inside. Diya did not hesitate in the slightest and followed her in as well.

On the second-floor balcony, Diya and Christiana sat facing each other. Christiana lowered her head, both cheeks flushed, not daring to look at Diya, while Diya stared at Christiana, sighing deeply in his heart. It seemed that ever since he had obtained the Horadric Cube, his life had begun to change, breaking the tradition of the past fifteen years.

"Mentor, I'm truly sorry. I've caused trouble for you," Diya said, his voice filled with apology.

"No, this isn't your fault. I also never thought those students and mentors would view it this way." Christiana raised her head, gathered her courage, looked at Diya, and spoke softly.

"There's nothing strange about it. You and I are too different. If we walk together, naturally some people will be jealous. Any sort of rumor can spread. I don't care, but for you..."

"It's all right. Rather, you—I noticed Mentor Pig and the students are all targeting you."

"Heh, because I'm trash. It's not strange to be looked down on."

"You're not allowed to say that." Christiana interrupted Diya and spoke in a coquettish rebuke. That voice suddenly made Diya go numb, startling him. "Every person exists with their own value. Didn't you say it yesterday? Heaven gave me this talent, and it must have its use."

"Mm. Then what do you plan to do? Leave this place?" Diya smiled faintly and did not dwell on the topic.

"I'll go find the dean and clarify this matter. Don't worry. I definitely won't let the dean expel you." Christiana bit her lower lip lightly, her face full of resolve.

"Clarifying it is enough. As for expelling me, don't worry about that. Even if they don't expel me, I'll withdraw on my own," Diya said indifferently. Once Uncle Fu left, he also planned to tidy things up and set off, stepping onto the road to search for the Hell Fragment.

"You want to withdraw? No. If you leave, I... I... In any case, you can't leave. Besides, right now, your strength still isn't enough." Christiana spoke quickly, rarely revealing a bit of unreasonable forcefulness. That fierce look made Diya's eyes brighten; it had a charm all its own.

"I say, Mentor, you couldn't have fallen for me, could you? You know we've only known each other for a single day. Could it be that you fell in love with me at first sight?" Diya suddenly said with a face full of seriousness.

"Ah!" Christiana's face flushed bright red, like a boiled prawn. She had never expected Diya to say something like that. In truth, Christiana had not fallen for Diya, but there was faintly some expectation in her heart, something she could neither explain nor put into words.

"You're talking nonsense. I... I just like talking with you, that's all." Christiana gave a coquettish huff. Diya could not help shuddering. Even "I" had turned into that kind of coy "I"—too terrifying. This destructive power was too terrifying. Diablo was already about to go berserk, clamoring to seize Diya's body and then carry out a push-down strategy.

"Heh, I was joking with you," Diya said with a smile. Yet a trace of disappointment could not help but surface in Christiana's heart. "You know my situation too. I have no magic power, so I simply can't cultivate summoning arts. Fifteen years have already passed, and I've read almost all the books in the library. There's nothing here for me to learn. Besides, now I have a goal. In a while, I'll leave Carlos City and pursue my goal."

"So that means you're definitely going to leave." Christiana spoke gloomily.

"I say, Mentor, why are you so concerned about me? Could it really be that you've fallen for me?" Diya ignored the target of Christiana's shy, threatening gaze. "I advise you not to fall for me."

"Why?" Hearing that, Christiana asked curiously. Diablo was almost about to rebel.

"Because I'm afraid you'll come to love me." Diya's voice changed, becoming deep. His melancholy eyes nearly made Christiana lose herself in them, and then she lowered her head, even her neck turning red.

After a long while, Christiana finally raised her head again, the rosy clouds on her face still not faded. "Since you've already decided, then I won't stop you. I'll teach at Carlos Academy for one year. After one year, I'll return to Tax Academy."

"You're also a mentor at Tax Academy?" Diya was surprised.

"No. I'm a student at Tax Academy. This time, I came to Carlos Academy for an internship, because I want to stay at Tax Academy as a mentor," Christiana explained. "So I need to intern in advance. If I qualify, I can apply to remain at the academy as a mentor."

"So that's how it is. Tax Academy. It's said to be a place where the strong emerge in droves. If I have the chance, I'll definitely go take a look, and see what this so-called cradle of the strong is really like." Diya raised his head and looked at the sky, distant and deep.

"Really? You'll go to Tax Academy? No, you must go to Tax Academy to find me." Christiana cried out happily, then added another sentence: "Within three years."

"Find you? What would I find you for? If I go to Tax Academy to find you, will you marry me?" Diya chuckled. Diablo, however, began cursing. Diya was a silent pervert, a super closet lecher.

"I'm not paying attention to you anymore." Christiana stood up and ran into the room with small, quick steps, her plump hips swaying back and forth. From behind her came Diya's strange laughter from time to time.

Diya left the academy, while Christiana found the dean and clarified the matter. Regardless of the truth, since Christiana had clarified it in person, this matter ended there. As for expelling Diya, after such an incident had occurred, no matter what, Diya being expelled was inevitable. Even if it were reported upward, the result would be the same. However, in the end, Diya himself proposed withdrawing from school, and so the matter was left unsettled just like that.