Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

Chapter 200 You're Unlike Anyone

He Yan glanced at the 999 bill several times "inadvertently," and felt unusually embarrassed.

He had said he would treat, but the student across the street ended up paying for the meal. He completely forgot that he was just going out to buy deodorant, not doing a large shopping trip.

He never imagined that in such a short time, a meal at the Magic Shopping Street of the Moe Academy would have risen to this price—it seemed he hadn't paid much attention to the specific prices at the Magic Shopping Street before.

"I'll treat you next time."

Ya Ya shook her head: "No need, it was He Yan and Teacher who helped me."

She paused somewhat awkwardly when she mentioned the suffix.

He Yan wasn't used to it either.

He had a strange feeling that the scene looked very familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

I shook my head, and if I couldn't remember, I simply stopped thinking about it.

"Whether it was the potion before or this meal today, as your senior and teacher, I owe you a meal." He didn't like the feeling of owing people things.

After thinking for a moment, Ya Ya took out the duck snacks from the bag: "If Teacher He Yan feels embarrassed, then buy some snacks for Ya Ya. There are almost no duck snacks that it doesn't like to eat. It likes to eat this recently."

If the duck were here, it would at least squawk a couple of times to express its dissatisfaction.

The new flavor of duck snacks certainly tastes great.

But the taste of fat is what fascinates ducks even more.

Unfortunately, it's no longer here.

My favorite duck snack was misunderstood by my owner.

He Yan looked at it carefully for a moment, then nodded to indicate that he had made a mental note of it.

The meal was not as delicious as Ya Ya had imagined. She couldn't describe what she expected the food to taste like; she only found it somewhat disappointing.

But I wasn't too bothered by the money.

As she walked to the store entrance with the duck snacks in her hand, she realized that something was missing.

"As expected, you still have to fight with them for food."

If only Little Radish were here, this shop sells everything Little Radish likes to eat.

He breathed on his palm and cursed inwardly which rich and idle merchant was trying to make people standing on the Magic Commercial Street feel like they were in winter on Earth.

Thankfully, it wasn't completely mindless; the temperature was low but not too low, and the light snow that was falling from the sky almost disappeared as soon as it reached the ground. For no apparent reason, she suddenly felt a strong urge to go home.

……

"It's so late, everyone's celebrating Valentine's Day, aren't you going to go and see?" Piao Piao lay on the table, her arm supporting her chin, watching Ou Pa make potions for a long time.

"Huh?" Startled by the sudden sound, Ou Pa didn't stop what he was doing. It was quite a while before Piao A Piao heard his reply.

"No, I've finally come up with a new idea for making potions, and I want to finish it all at once." Besides, he received a friendship chocolate from Jimmy, and eating the chocolate was enough to celebrate the holiday.

"There's still something not quite right..." The potion I made was different from what I had envisioned.

He looked at the notes in his hand for a while, then suddenly remembered that Piao A Piao had been here with him for a long time.

She looked away from the bottles, jars, and dense text, and smiled apologetically: "Piao Piao, why don't you go play with them first? I'll come find you after I'm done."

He remembered that Piao A Piao had made a new friend who was also a breeder of invisible birds, but why would Yu Feng like that kind of small animal?

The feeling of surprise was fleeting; he never questioned other people's interests. Moreover, the potion that brought him so close to success was clearly far more important than anything else.

After the classroom for practical training had returned to calm and there hadn't been any noise for a while, he briefly left his own world again and saw Piao Piao's sullen face.

Noticing that he was looking over, Piao A Piao muttered under her breath, "Liar."

He really won't be able to finish tonight.

Embarrassed, she put down her notebook and said, "I'm sorry, but you really don't need to stay here with me."

Even though I have to admit that every time I look up during a break from making potions or turn around unexpectedly and see her, I feel a pleasant surprise.

I don't know when it happened, but I suddenly got used to having a figure always by my side, and when I couldn't see him, I felt a sense of loss, as if something was missing.

But he didn't want to take up his good friend's time because of his own selfish desires.

"Do you find me unattractive here?"

"of course not!"

Seeing her disappointed expression, he hurriedly explained, but the next second he saw a smile bloom on her face again because of his words:

"Then I will stay here with you forever."

He frantically fiddled with the potion for a bit, then lowered his head, seemingly focusing all his attention on the bottles and jars. Only he knew that he could no longer make any connection between the words and the colorful potions.

His mind was in turmoil, and he realized that he probably wouldn't be able to make the magic water today.

Perhaps discussing it with Teacher Victoria or Mia Xing tomorrow will lead to better discoveries.

He put down what he had picked up again and prepared to tidy up the table, to fulfill the promise he had made to Piao A Piao that he had only said casually.

He heard her call his name again:

"Ooppa".

"You're unlike anyone else."

"Unlike any, any, any other person in the universe."

"Huh?" Caught off guard by the sudden conversation, he instinctively responded before even starting to clear the table, then paused several beats later to realize what was going on, not quite understanding. "Why did you suddenly think of bringing this up?"

“Because,” the girl mustered her courage, “because I like you.”

He Yan walked to the door of the practical training classroom and heard this sentence.

The deodorizer worked, but not much; a faint, lingering smell remained. He decided to sprinkle more potion in the cabinet, but it seemed he'd have to postpone making the potion until tomorrow.

—I visited several skill classrooms in a row, and they were all filled with students, and what they were doing was not entirely about potions.

This is the last classroom.

Sighed.

But today is Valentine's Day, so it's understandable.

As he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered why the scene when he was having dinner with Ya Ya felt somewhat familiar.

He recalled that before he went to the underground sewers to pursue more powerful magic, when he made a mistake, he seemed to have treated a junior from the elementary school to a meal, who appeared to have been bullied and cried by her classmates.

Along with that, he remembered that on the day he decided to learn more powerful magic from the Dark Emperor, he inexplicably encountered a junior girl crying and not wanting him to leave.

The three figures in my mind gradually overlapped inexplicably, creating another inexplicable possibility.

"Is that possible?"

Thinking back to her attitude during dinner today... it was just a normal attitude when meeting a classmate, nothing special.

Maybe he was overthinking it.

"Am I really that narcissistic?"

He felt incredible.

But it could also be because the festive atmosphere on campus was too strong.