Chapter 379: Chapter 321: Oh no, I am so clumsy.

“Hey, how’s the air in the back rows? Up here in the front, it’s quite clear, since it’s just me, the professor, in the first three rows. But that’s not too bad–after all, if you students were all eager about a history lesson about the past, I’d start to worry about Dazzling Star’s future… But if you don’t spend a little effort on the past, then you might as well start worrying about your own future grades.”

“Flip to page 173 of your textbook, the year 871, when the court Prime Minister, Blaido Usgael, drafted the ‘Noble Act’ and became the first new noble to be granted the Stars Blessing by the Empress. And the content of the ‘Noble Act’ is…”

The history professor was not a stuffy and serious old scholar; on the contrary, he was quite a witty and fashionable old man. But even his strong personal style couldn’t save the dreary content of the lectures, unless he threw out a few Duke jokes or Minister anecdotes; otherwise, the atmosphere in the classroom would remain between a gaseous state of drowsiness and a muddy state of stupor.

For Sonia, the only benefit of attending class was that she could slowly untangle the messy threads in her mind. This was a habit she had formed since starting university because all her other free time was packed too full. She used those free time resources to invest in herself.

More importantly, there was no place for her in Jiale City. If she stayed alone in an empty place, she would easily be overwhelmed by sheer boredom and fall into self-pity. Ever since sneaking a cry under the covers once, the Village Girl sternly commanded herself to stay in others’ sight as much as possible, forbidding herself from fleeing like a beaten dog to a corner to lick her wounds.

Tears that couldn’t evoke sympathy or love from others were utterly worthless.

So, the only place she could daydream and ponder life was during these tedious public classes. After all, as long as she crammed at the end of the term, she could easily pass the public courses, so she could use class time to weigh her gains and losses.

Who had offended her, who had designs on her, who she should cozy up to, who she should target… Conveniently, public classes were large, so Sonia could survey the room and pinpoint her targets.

However, lately, Sonia had added another entertaining activity–patrolling forums during class to see if any defenseless noble students were discussing her. If so, she’d execute them on the spot and then observe the reactions of the surrounding students. She had caught several classmates who were meek and mild offline, addressing her with “Top Student, hello,” yet were fierce online calling her a Village Girl.

When in a good mood, Sonia would end class by patting these individuals on the shoulder, calling out their forum nicknames, causing massive immediate mental damage. When in a bad mood, Sonia would secretly investigate their backgrounds, then pose as a Prophet Mage on the forums, accurately describing their detailed situations, and prophesying that they “will definitely be cuckolded,” “fall from grace in the family,” “your skincare products will surely wreck your face,” inflicting continuous mental damage.

Both scenarios were a lot of fun. When Adelle learned of this game, she too became an enthusiastic “class cop.” Whoever dared to surf the forums and mock the Sword Maiden instead of paying attention to the lecture had better not blame them for being righteous police!

So when Adelle saw Sonia suddenly start writing in her notebook, with expressions ranging from anxious to smiling to angry, she thought for sure that Sonia must have hooked a big fish.

I wonder who’s lucky to be the Claw Club president’s outlet for frustration today?

Thinking this, Adelle moved closer to see what damning information Sonia was jotting down. But today, the normally clueless Sonia was quick as a wolf protecting its meal, instantly snapping her notebook shut.

Hogging it all to herself?

Adelle turned her gaze away, pretending to earnestly read about the ‘Noble Act’, but her thoughts were entirely on Sonia’s notebook.

Because she had just glimpsed one line–

“Let’s go back together and repeat the same old mistakes; let’s torment each other.”

The vibe of the scum in these words was just like the fountain near the school gate, so unrestrained. Adelle felt sure that Sonia must have caught some scumbag’s little secret, ready to play with her prey with her claws extended.

In fact, Adelle’s guess wasn’t wrong. Sonia was indeed up to such a thing.

After finally digesting the humiliation of amnesia, Sonia immediately realized one problem–with the Observer’s personality, he would definitely not let go of this incident in the future. He’d remember every word she said while she had amnesia, and then, as soon as Sonia was in battle, he would blurt out those words, causing her to get distracted and fall into peril. The Observer would then burst forth to save her…

Just thinking about such a plot development made the Village Girl equally ashamed and furious. To avoid getting caught in such an embarrassing situation, Sonia also had to grab something on the Observer, achieving a “deterrent of amnesia,” ensuring that no one could freely bring up the events that happened when she was amnesiac!

So Sonia spent half an hour recording every word the Observer had said after losing memory, then carefully selected the “Top Ten Most Affectionate Sentences,” “Top Five Infidelity Quotes,” and “The Shameless Statement of a Thousand Words.”

Observer, do you still have enough ammunition?

Sonia could even fantasize about such a scene: just as the Observer was about to mock her, she would cough slightly and counterpunch in a measured tone, “Or perhaps in another more straightforward way, with no room for ambiguity, opening my heart completely–‘Now, I…’

Thud!

The history professor adjusted his glasses, and the blushing Sonia casually pointed to the cracked desk surface: “There was a mosquito.”

The old professor breathed a sigh of relief, “That scared me to death, I thought my lecture was so bad that the students got so angry they smashed their desks.”

After class, Sonia packed up her notebook with satisfaction. Just as she was about to leave, something occurred to her and she said to Lois and Adelle, “Oh, by the way, I died in the Void Realm again, and it was because I accidentally fell into the Static Domain. Geez, I’m such a klutz.”

Watching Sonia adorably tap her own head, her roommates began to doubt if they had misheard “I fell in love” as “I died in the Void Realm,” otherwise it would be really hard to explain her elated look.

They understood what Sonia meant–spread the word, our great red-haired Sword Maiden and top student died twice in the Void Realm in a single month!

This would certainly provide a prime target for the Anti-Swordswoman Alliance, but this was exactly what Sonia hoped for. Because now, the forum sentiment was such that the Anti-Swordswoman Alliance had been rendered ineffective, and anyone who dared to mock Sonia would be overwhelmed and shamed to death by the crowd. If things continued like this, the noble students who disliked the Sword Maiden might just throw in the towel, considering their ancestors weren’t mass-produced.

However, Sonia’s upcoming Songstress album was about to be released, and now was the perfect time to need some heat. She had to make good use of free-flowing sources of attention like the Anti-Swordswoman Alliance, occasionally throwing out bait to keep their enthusiasm alive. Sonia already anticipated that when her album dropped, it would incite countless flame wars and then the sales would skyrocket.

Sonia wasn’t worried that such ‘scandals’ would affect her, after all, once people knew that Sonia died twice in a month in the Void Realm, they soon also learned that within the same month, she had advanced from Mage Apprentice to a Two-winged Mage.

This was also the promotion tactic of the Claw Club (the name unanimously approved by supporters after seeing Adelle’s photos): A genius doesn’t need to advertise her talent, she just needs to highlight her flaws. Use her flaws to catch the attention of bystanders, letting them discover the genius of the Sword Maiden for themselves.

Adelle watched Sonia hop and skip out of the classroom, remarking, “She was so distracted before class, and afterwards, she’s like she’s eaten a strawberry sundae, radiating an aura of creamy happiness… Women really are hard to understand.”

“She looks like…” Lois said uncertainly, “she might be a bit in love?”

“Although, on the other hand, the only people she usually interacts with are just a few of us.” Adelle pondered, “And once when I stood naked in front of her, she showed no impulse whatsoever, proving she doesn’t have any special desires for women…”

“So there’s only one conclusion.”

Lois looked at Adelle, who was looking at Lois’ chest.

“I’ve suspected it before.” Adelle said seriously, “Lois, are you actually a guy?”

Lois didn’t respond, just calmly looked at her. That’s when Adelle realized she might have taken the joke too far and, imitating Sonia, tapped her own head coyly, “Hey, I’m just joking.”

“Adelle…”

“I’m now the esteemed manager of the Claw Club, speak to me nicely, don’t bully me.”

“Even if I were a man,” Lois’s eyes filled with a cold breeze, “I wouldn’t pick you to be my lover.”

Adelle blinked, her pupils glistening with moisture.

Her heart was plummeting, continuously falling.

“And here I was actually thinking that if I were a man, I would marry Lois… Don’t you ever talk to me again!”

Watching Adelle turn around and flee in tears, Lois remained expressionless, “It seems there is a quiz in our next Water Magic Department class…”

Adelle stopped in her tracks.

Lois walked out swiftly, with a sulky Adelle following behind, her eyes fixed on Lois’ backside as if cursing it to shrink soon.

However, Lois suddenly stopped, causing Adelle to bump right into her.

“What happened?”

Not just Lois, other students had also halted in the hallway, looking out the window at the Heavenly Curtain with puzzled expressions.

Adelle looked up.

Reflected in her eyes was the shadow of the stars.