Chapter 730: They

"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 realized it was Xu Jingming and Ling Shuang stepping down from the fighter jet, a wave of shocked exclamations erupted around them.

Some travelers hurriedly grabbed their phones to take photos, while every student from Mo University stared at the two with burning eyes.

Xu Jingming!

Lei Di!

This was the Blue Planet's top prodigy, the one who won dual championships at 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.

It took her a long moment to react, then she murmured:

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

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

Jiang Chu also pondered, making the same guess.

"I think so too."

Song Qiuyun nodded in agreement, secretly relieved.

If Ling Shuang really was the one, they had no idea how to even interact with her.

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

Song Qiuyun's face lit up with a smile again as she and Jiang Chu 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 stepped aside, one on each side, gently gripping Xu Jingming's large hand.

"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 gave a slight nod; space energy rippled, and the four vanished from the spot.

"Ah, Lei Di's gone."

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

"Heh, 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."

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 his autograph."

"True."

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

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

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

"Really?"

The skinny young man stroked his chin, recalling carefully—yes, it was true:

"Teacher Ling seems to have gained more mature charm, I wonder why."

"Why? Obviously, it's 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 wore looks of envy.

Mo University didn't have any ridiculous beauty rankings.

But there were still universally recognized beauties, like Song Qiuyun and Jiang Chu.

As for Ling Shuang, she was universally acknowledged as Mo University's most mature and beautiful woman.

After all, that touch of mature charm.

To the vast majority of Mo University girls, who were barely around twenty, it was a crushing advantage…

The villa district of Mo City Institute of Supernatural Abilities was extremely spacious.

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

Ling Shuang, as Mo University's former vice principal,

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

Of course, this was intentional on Mo University's part.

After all, who knew when Ling Shuang might feel nostalgic and want to come back and live there?

What if she returned to find her villa gone? How awkward would that be?

Mo University's leadership wouldn't be so foolish as to anger an eighth-rank Grand Master 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 Mo University villa still feels more comfortable after living here over three years."

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

"Sit down—consider this your own home from now on."

Xu Jingming sat down first.

But Song Qiuyun and Jiang Chu exchanged glances, each reading the confusion in the other's eyes.

Wasn't Principal Ling famously cold and distant? Why did she seem so approachable now?

"Sit down."

Seeing the two women's stiffness, Xu Jingming took their hands and guided them to sit on the sofa.

"You two wait a moment—I'll go brew some tea." Ling Shuang rose and headed toward the kitchen.

This sent Song Qiuyun and Jiang Chu into panic—they immediately protested:

"Principal Ling, let us do it!"

Come on—let an S-rank eighth-rank mid-level Grand Master brew tea for two mere third-rank upper-level students?

They'd never even dreamed of such a thing.

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

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

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

Song Qiuyun gently reminded him.

Indeed, during the 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 the Thunder Martial Arts Headquarters.

Their bond deepened further—helping with tea was no big deal.

But they were different—they were just Mo University students.

Their rank was only third-rank upper-level.

Ling Shuang, an S-rank eighth-rank mid-level Grand Master.

To them, she was utterly unattainable.

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

The white-haired girl Jiang Chu softly agreed.

She didn't want her and Song Qiuyun to leave a bad 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 Chu blinked simultaneously, puzzled.

"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.

With space energy supporting it, a teapot of boiling water floated behind her.

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

Xu Jingming helplessly shrugged.

"Jingming, Principal Ling—what are you two talking about?"

Song Qiuyun, watching the two as if they were speaking riddles, asked in confusion.

The white-haired girl Jiang Chu, however, seemed to realize something.

Her almond eyes widened suddenly, incredulous:

"Jingming… Principal Ling isn't the person you brought back, is she?"

"Didn't I already tell you two earlier? Why are you only realizing it now?"

Xu Jingming smiled faintly.

As soon as he spoke, Song Qiuyun also realized it.

Her rosy lips parted slightly, her face filled with shock and stunned disbelief.

So the principal, Ling Shuang, is really that sister?

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

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

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

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

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