Chapter 730: What Sisters! The Two Dazed Girls!

"It's Lei Di and Principal Ling! They're back!"

"Lei Di's aura has changed so much—he feels even stronger than our school's seventh-rank instructors!"

When the crowd saw Xu Jingming and Ling Shuang step down from the fighter jet, a wave of shocked exclamations erupted around them.

Some travelers hurried to take photos, and every single Ma Da student stared at the two with burning eyes.

Xu Jingming!

Lei Di!

This is the Blue Star's number one prodigy, who won dual championships in the Talent Competition.

To them, he was a divine presence.

On the other side, Song Qiuyun stared blankly at Ling Shuang, tall and graceful, walking beside Xu Jingming.

After a long moment, she finally reacted, murmuring:

"Principal Ling… she's just accompanying Jingming back, right?"

"Something must've gone wrong—Jingming didn't bring anyone back this time."

Jiang Chuxuan also fell into thought, speculating.

"I think so too."

Song Qiuyun nodded in agreement, secretly relieved.

If it really were Principal Ling, they wouldn't know how to interact with her at all.

"Let's go—don't keep Jingming waiting too long."

Song Qiuyun's face lit up with a smile again as she and Jiang Chuxuan walked forward to meet them.

"Qiuyun, Chuxuan."

Seeing the two women approaching, Xu Jingming smiled.

Perhaps because Ling Shuang was present, the two women didn't rush into his arms as they used to.

Instead, they stood to either side, happily gripping his large hands.

"Teacher Ling, let's go back—this isn't a good place to talk."

In the slightly surprised gazes of the two women, Xu Jingming casually tucked the black fighter jet behind him into his space ring.

Ling Shuang merely nodded slightly; space energy spread, and the four vanished instantly from the spot.

"Ah, Lei Di's gone."

"Too bad, didn't get his autograph."

"Heh, guess all the photos I prepared are useless now."

The bald young men from the Deep Blue Club all looked disappointed.

"Still, it's fine—at least we saw Lei Di once."

The skinny young man grinned, "Now that Lei Di's back, we'll probably run into him around campus later—then we can still ask for autographs."

"True."

The bald young man rubbed his bald head, his expression full of gossip:

"Didn't expect Principal Ling came back too."

"Did any of you notice? Teacher Ling seems even more beautiful than before."

"Really?"

The skinny young man stroked his chin, thinking hard—and realized it was true:

"Teacher Ling seems to have gained more mature charm somehow."

"Why else? Must be the nourishment of love."

The bald young man leered, then sighed wistfully:

"I wonder who the lucky guy is—someone actually managed to win over Principal Ling."

The other young men all looked envious.

Ma Da didn't have any ridiculous beauty rankings.

But there were some universally acknowledged beauties, like Song Qiuyun and Jiang Chuxuan.

As for Ling Shuang, she was universally recognized as Ma Da's most mature and beautiful woman.

After all, that touch of mature charm.

For the vast majority of Ma Da girls, who were only around twenty years old, it was an absolute level-down crushing blow...

The villa district of Ma Da Institute of Esoteric Abilities was extremely spacious.

Especially the instructor villa zone, where a full third of the villas remained empty.

Ling Shuang, as Ma Da's former vice principal,

had resigned, yet her villa was still perfectly preserved, with no one moving in.

Of course, this was intentional on Ma Da's part.

After all, who knew when Ling Shuang might feel nostalgic and want to return to live at Ma Da?

If she came back and found her villa gone, wouldn't that be embarrassing?

Ma Da's leadership wouldn't be so foolish as to anger an eighth-rank Master Zongshi over a single villa.

Shh—

Space rippled with faint waves.

The next instant, Xu Jingming and the other three were teleported into Ling Shuang's villa.

"Back home—this Ma Da villa, lived in for over three years, still feels more comfortable."

Ling Shuang's lovely face wore a faint smile as she sat down on the sofa, casually saying:

"Sit down, just treat this place like your own home."

Xu Jingming sat down first.

But Song Qiuyun and Jiang Chuxuan exchanged a glance, each seeing doubt in the other's eyes.

Isn't Principal Ling known for being cold and distant? Why does she seem so approachable?

"Sit down."

Seeing how stiff the two girls were, Xu Jingming took their hands and guided them onto the sofa.

"You two sit for a bit—I'll go brew some tea." Ling Shuang rose and walked toward the kitchen.

At this, Song Qiuyun and Jiang Chuxuan, already restless, panicked and hurried to say:

"Principal Ling, let us do it."

Joking? Let an S-rank, eighth-rank Middle-Weida Master brew tea for two mere third-rank Upper-Stage students?

They'd never even dreamed of such a thing.

"Let Teacher Ling handle it," Xu Jingming stopped the two girls from rising.

"Jingming, I know you're close to Principal Ling."

"But we're different—we still need to observe proper etiquette."

Song Qiuyun gently reminded him.

Indeed, during the earlier research trip and the national university exchange competition, it was Ling Shuang who led the team.

As Mo University's top student, Xu Jingming naturally had a good relationship with Ling Shuang.

Later, they went together to Lei Ting Martial Arts Headquarters.

Their bond grew even stronger; helping brew tea was nothing.

But they were different—they were merely students of Mo University.

Their rank was only third-rank Upper-Stage.

Ling Shuang, an S-rank, eighth-rank Middle-Weida Master.

To them, she was an unattainable figure.

"Qiuyun's right—we'll brew the tea ourselves later."

The white-haired girl Jiang Chuxuan softly agreed.

She didn't want her and Song Qiuyun to leave the impression of being rude in Ling Shuang's eyes.

"It's fine—your relationship with Teacher Ling will improve soon."

Xu Jingming smiled.

"Soon?"

Song Qiuyun and Jiang Chuxuan blinked simultaneously, their faces filled with confusion.

"Didn't you tell them ahead of time this morning? Why do they still seem unaware?"

At that moment, Ling Shuang returned from the kitchen, smiling.

Hovering behind her, carried by spatial power, was a teapot of boiling water.

"I already told them," she said. "But they still haven't realized."

Xu Jingming helplessly shrugged.

"What are you two talking about?" Song Qiuyun asked, puzzled by their cryptic exchange.

The white-haired girl Jiang Chuxuan, however, seemed to have realized something.

Her almond eyes widened suddenly, incredulous:

"Jingming—is Principal Ling the person you were bringing back?"

"Didn't I already tell you both? Why are you only realizing now?"

Xu Jingming smiled faintly.

As he spoke, Song Qiuyun finally understood.

Her rosy lips parted slightly, her face stunned and slack.

So Principal Ling… was really that sister?

Seeing the two girls' utterly incredulous expressions, Ling Shuang burst out laughing.

These two little girlfriends of Jingming's were quite amusing.

"So this is what you meant by 'telling them ahead of time'?"

Ling Shuang shot Xu Jingming a reproachful glance, then turned her beautiful eyes to the two girls:

"I'll explain this myself..."

"I'll explain this matter myself..."