Like most people at the stadium, Su Lingyue’s classmates were all focused on the stage below without noticing someone was coming. Su Ping found a random girl and tapped her shoulder. “Where’s Su Lingyue?”
The girl was startled by the sudden question, and was startled for a second time when she recognized who was talking.
“Pro-Professor!”
Similar to her friends, she quite respected this new teacher who had made quite a name in the academy recently, and she felt flustered when Su Ping was speaking to her so close.
Su Ping saw more people looking his way in excitement and didn’t want to make a scene. He asked again, “Tell me, where is Su Lingyue?”
“Miss-Miss Su has been sent to the sickroom.”
“The sickroom??” Su Ping scowed. “Is she hurt? Will it be all right?”
“I don’t know. Professor Cheng mentioned something about a spiritual attack. We won’t know anything before a doctor checks her out.”
Su Ping clenched his fists.
There was a big flaw about the Aquatic Blessing, that it had completely no effect against spiritual attacks. Spiritual attacks were dangerous. They were harder to prevent compared to ordinary ways of attacking. The victim could easily suffer dementia or brain death.
“… Which way to the sickroom?” he asked.
“Are you going to-Oh, uh, there’s a temporary one inside the stadium for emergencies. Use that medical hallway over there.” The girl pointed the way.
Following her hint, Su Ping saw an improvised shed just beside the battle stage. There were several people in doctor uniforms on standby.
“Thanks!”
Like a flash of lightning, Su Ping dashed to the edge of the audience area and jumped off. Below the edge was a path for doctors and fighters to conveniently reach the stage at the center. There, Su Ping saw Dong Mingsong and their “rivals” watching.
Though he wasn’t planning on greeting them. He went straight to the medical access.
“Hey-hey you, you can’t go in there.” A doctor watching the path stopped him.
Su Ping glanced at the man. “I’m a professor. I’m allowed inside, right?”
“Professor? Please don’t joke at such a-wait, are you Professor Su Ping?” “Yes!”
“…I’m sorry. Please come in.”
After Su Ping went further inside, another doctor came with a worried look. “You can’t let someone—Who’s this Professor Su Ping?”
“Gods. You should spend more time outside your lab. He’s the new advanced teacher employed by the academy. Do you know he has an Inferno Dragon as his pet? This means he’s a guaranteed titled battle pet warrior if nothing goes wrong.”
“An Inferno Dragon?? Pulling my leg, are you? Is there such an extraordinary specimen in Longjiang City at all?”
“Well, that’s what the students have been saying these days anyway.” Further inside the path, Su Ping made a quick turn and saw someone he recognized waiting outside a unit. It was Cheng Shuanglin, Su Lingyue’s teacher, and the one who showed him to the vice principal’s last time.
“Professor Cheng!” Su Ping quickly headed her way. Cheng Shuanglin had been lost in thought. She jumped upon hearing Su Ping’s voice. “Su-why are you here? I didn’t hear you coming at all…”
“Never mind that.” Su Ping checked the sealed door behind her. “Is Su Lingyue in there? Is she okay?”
“Su Lingyue? Oh, the result just came in. The doctor said that the attack almost reached her hippocampus, but it didn’t, which is… lucky for us. Otherwise, she would experience loss of memory, or worse, mental disorder. This is all thanks to her Phoenix Call technique. Thank goodness she improved it to the fourth rank…”
Su Ping’s expression softened. This meant there was no permanent harm done.
“Can you tell me what exactly happened to her?”
“You… care about her, Mister Su?”
“She’s my sister!”
“I—I see.” Cheng Shuanglin shook her head. “To think both children in your family were so brilliant.
Next, Cheng Shuanglin explained what she had seen with a serious look. She already felt that Su Ping wasn’t as calm as he appeared to be.
“…Her opponent couldn’t get through her defense, so he ordered his pet to use a ‘Spiritual Impalement’ skill, which knocked Miss Su out.”
Su Ping’s expression froze out of too much shock.
His “generous gift” was meant to assist Su Lingyue. But it caused the opposite! Without the Aquatic Blessing, Su Lingyue would have lost the match earlier without receiving all the extra damage.
A doctor showed up from the door next to them and spoke to Cheng Shuanglin, “Miss Su is awake, and there isn’t anything we can’t handle. Rest at ease, Director Cheng.” Cheng Shuanglin breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the doctor. So did Su Ping.
“… She may go home. But please make sure she doesn’t get affected by any spirit-related shocks in the near future.” “Of course, of course…” Cheng Shuanglin quickly nodded.
When the doctor went away, Su Ping immediately entered the unit room and saw his sister resting peacefully, while subconsciously stroking the fur of her Phantom Flame Beast.
“Oh, it’s you…” She saw Su Ping and blushed due to both rage and embarrassment. “What do you want?”
Well, at least her head is totally fine. Su Ping thought, before speaking, “I’m just checking out your… Coal Ball.”
“She’s Snowball!” Su Lingyue retorted.
Su Ping was glad that his sister still had the strength to argue with him.
“Miss Cheng, I’ll leave her in your care for now. Can you make sure she doesn’t run off?”.
Cheng Shuanglin looked surprised by that. Are these two always like this?
Su Lingyue tossed a pillow at Su Ping after hearing those words. Though the pillow almost hit Cheng Shuanglin instead, as Su Ping had already left.
“Ah…! Professor, I didn’t mean it… That guy was spouting nonsense.”
Cheng Shuanglin smiled back at her. “Are you feeling OK? Well, the doctor said you should be fine. I still want to know how you feel.” “There’s nothing, really. Just a bit wobbly…”
“Your brother is a professor, huh? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“I didn’t mean to hide it, professor. You just saw what he’s like. I don’t want to call that ass**le a brother.”
Cheng Shuanglin frowned, for she just noticed something more complicated buried deep down inside Su Ping’s personality just then.
That careless attitude was a facade.
“He cares about you. See, he came to check on your health.”
Su Lingyue wasn’t convinced, for she thought that was only an act of kindness to comfort her.
“Um, professor? How is the contest going? Did Ye Hao’s match end yet?” “Oh, I can hear it from the crowd. He must still be fighting. Though I can’t tell you about the match. You know, I can’t leave your side.”
Su Lingyue quickly sat up. “Let’s hurry there then! Maybe we can still watch the game. I want to watch it.”
Cheng Shuanglin chose to let her since the doctor had already allowed her to leave the bed as long as she didn’t do anything too straining.
With Cheng Shuanglin supporting Su Lingyue with an arm, they both headed outside.