I'm really not the god of time.

Chapter 3 Xia Youran is dead again

"Waaah, I can't eat anymore." Xia Youran raised her teary eyes.

"Don't talk, keep eating." Zhang Lingyun pressed her head down.

"Slow down, I can't eat anymore."

"How can you blame me? You have to blame your small mouth."

At lunchtime, students passing by the cafeteria were stunned by what they saw.

Xia Youran's head was pressed down, and a chicken leg was stuffed into her mouth.

"The chicken leg is too oily, I don't want to eat it," Xia Youran complained.

"You're too thin, you should gain weight."

"All I need is Monster Energy."

Xia Youran dodged the chicken legs while kicking her legs haphazardly.

"Shut up! It's because you have anorexia that you're mentally unhealthy."

Zhang Lingyun glanced down and noticed that her legs were thin and long, like two beautiful ivory chopsticks.

However, although these legs are beautiful, they definitely don't feel good to the touch, so it's better to have fuller legs.

The two oddballs were interacting at the dining table, and the other students were too scared to share a table with them.

"You said you're a witch?" Zhang Lingyun suddenly asked.

"Yes, but she's just a useless, weak witch." Xia Youran was filled with self-loathing.

Whether becoming a witch or a sorcerer, one must bear the corresponding price while gaining extraordinary power.

The most typical trait is an extreme personality, making it difficult for them to communicate with ordinary people.

Therefore, the "weak witch" or "weak sorcerer" are in a very awkward position.

They gained neither power nor paid the price, leaving them caught in the middle.

"What school of thought do you belong to?"

Zhang Lingyun was still admiring her legs, thinking that her ankles were so slender that she could hold them in one hand.

"The School of Enchantment," Xia Youran answered frankly.

"Um?"

Zhang Lingyun immediately became alert and quickly looked away from her legs.

What a vixen!

It almost threw my resolve into disarray.

"But I'm just a weak witch, only able to use magic below the third level, so you don't need to worry about me."

Xia Youran glanced at the table, and a semi-transparent hand appeared, picking up the beverage can and taking it to the roadside.

Zhang Lingyun stared at her soft lips and saw pink droplets slide down her cheeks.

"Hmm! You're curious about this?"

Xia Youran paused for a moment, then smiled brightly:

"This is [Hand of the Mage], the simplest level 0 spell, which can be learned by any school of magic."

Zhang Lingyun nodded, scooped up another spoonful of fried rice, put it into Xia Youran's mouth, and asked:

"Do you know which school of thought I belong to?"

Xia Youran chewed while tilting her head in thought.

Her cheeks rose and fell, making her look both innocent and alluring.

The boy at the next table was so engrossed in watching that he accidentally dropped his plate.

"I can't guess! But based on your explanation, it sounds like the 'Transformation School,' but it could also be the 'Curse School,' or even the 'Protection School.'"

"How can I learn more spells?" Zhang Lingyun asked.

"You don't even know these basic facts, no wonder you can only sit in the back row of the classroom." Xia Youran started her sarcastic mode.

Therefore, witches generally don't have very good personalities, which makes them very easy to provoke people.

However, Zhang Lingyun had once worked as a corporate slave, so his tolerance for people with intellectual disabilities was already at its peak.

Therefore, he was not angry.

"Speak quickly."

Zhang Lingyun picked up a tiger-skin egg and stuffed it into her mouth.

Her small, rosy lips could only fit one person.

"Drink the potion!"

"Please elaborate."

"You just need to drink a specific potion and complete a specific digestive ritual to get the card."

"Give me an example."

"For example, the condition for digesting the [Mage's Hand] potion is to find a four-leaf clover in the wild. At the moment you feel lucky, this card will drop."

"That's quite interesting."

"Hmph! You won't think that way when you've been climbing the mountain for half a day and haven't found a single four-leaf clover."

Xia Youran pouted; it seemed she had learned her lesson.

"Which spell do you like the most?" Zhang Lingyun asked casually.

"I love the [Sheep Transformation] spell; it can turn people into lambs. If you ever learn it, you must use it on me first."

Zhang Lingyun nodded:

"Okay! But you have to promise not to die before then."

Xia Youran was silent for a moment, then blinked her clear, large eyes and asked:

Can I take back what I just said?

"no."

Without saying a word, Zhang Lingyun stuffed another sausage into her mouth.

"Ugh, don't stuff the sausage and egg into my mouth at the same time," Xia Youran complained.

Just then, there was a loud thud.

A stainless steel plate was left on the table, and the sauce from the scrambled eggs with tomatoes splattered out.

"Oh, still showing off their love in public, huh?" a girl teased, sitting next to Zhang Lingyun.

Zhang Lingyun recalled for a moment.

The girl's name is Zhuang Wenwen, and she is a classmate.

The original owner had pursued her for two years, but never received a reply.

She neither agreed nor refused, but would still flirt with him from time to time.

Young people don't see things clearly; they think the relationship hasn't reached that point yet, so they keep trying to win people over.

But Zhang Lingyun, who had traveled through time, immediately recognized that this was a female sea queen raising fish, so he hadn't paid any attention to her for a month.

Seeing the change in the homeroom teacher's attitude today, Zhuang Wenwen keenly sensed something, so she took the initiative to come and share a table at noon.

Xia Youran asked in a low voice:

"Is this your girlfriend?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Zhang Lingyun put another piece of food on her plate.

"I don't like broccoli."

"You don't have a choice today."

Zhuang Wenwen saw that Zhang Lingyun was ignoring her and only flirting with the little vixen next to him.

In the past, she would have already exploded, but today she was unusually composed.

She tried to force a smile:

"Zhang Lingyun, you confessed to me last time. I wasn't actually rejecting you, I'm just a bit slow to warm up and wanted to test you. Now I've made up my mind..."

She was about to say something more when Zhang Lingyun waved his hand:

"Which last time? A few months ago? I've long forgotten."

Zhuang Wenwen's expression twisted for a moment, but she still managed to force a fawning smile:

"Don't be angry, men should be more magnanimous."

Zhang Lingyun grew impatient and looked up at the hanging television.

The midday news is broadcasting, reporting a rebellion in the lunar city.

An organization called "God's Kingdom" has launched a riot, and the United Nations is deciding whether to use force to maintain peace.

"Zhang Lingyun, are you even listening to me?"

Zhuang Wenwen waited for a while, then immediately revealed her true nature:

"Now you have to choose between her and me."

Zhang Lingyun waved his hand impatiently:

"She's more important to me than my own life right now."

"hey-hey!"

Xia Youran grinned mischievously and ate the broccoli with a smug look on her face.

"Fine...fine, you surnamed Zhang, you'll regret this later!" Zhuang Wenwen turned to leave, bumping into a stranger.

"Are you blind?" she vented her anger on the stranger.

Unexpectedly, the stranger pushed her to the ground, and she suddenly roared to the sky:

"Long live the Kingdom of Heaven! Divine punishment is coming!"

He bit into a card in his mouth and crushed it.

A massive amount of light and heat gushed from his seven orifices, triggering a huge explosion.

boom!

The entire school cafeteria was razed to the ground.

Zhang Lingyun fell into the ruins, tightly holding Xia Youran's hand.

However, her body has disappeared.

"Bang—"

A loud bang echoed in Zhang Lingyun's mind.

The next second, the light and shadow shattered, and the sound reversed.