"That, Teacher Lan Xian, you can turn around."

Knowing that the sound of Suo Suo taking off his socks finally stopped, Youmeng looked at Lan Xian, who had been honestly facing away from her in front of her, and whispered.

Lan Xian turned around and faced the unconscious freshman in the first place, the corners of his eyes twitched, and a cold voice burst out of his teeth with anger holding back.

"Okay, now can you please explain to me why you want to knock the whole class unconscious?"

If it weren't for the professionalism of the teacher, Lan Xian would even want to slap the troublesome child in front of him directly.

Youmeng shrank her head, even if she was no longer lawless, but the natural class suppression of the student in the face of the teacher still made her feel a little weak, not to mention, even if it was so far away, she could vaguely feel the cold and piercing spiritual power that shook in the classroom.

"Teacher Lan Xian, don't do it, you listen to my explanation first. Actually, I'm also a victim, huh. ”

Before Lan Xian could ask, Youmeng poured beans into a bamboo tube and quickly told the ins and outs.

“…… Anyway, that's it. ”

In addition to omitting the phenomenon that happened in the dressing room of the Nosyuk Institute, from preparing breakfast in the student cafeteria in the morning, to Antoneva deliberately not changing her uniform, and the first boy starting to pounce on her.

In short, Yumeng tries to portray herself as an innocent little pitiful figure, and it's not her who is wrong, but a prank called fate.

The strong desire to survive made Youmeng's rare eloquence explode, and finally pulled Lan Xian, who was on the verge of going berserk, back.

However, Lan Xian actually didn't believe her words at all, there were too many loopholes in them.

"In other words, the maid suit you are wearing is a high-level psionic suit, and the ability attached to it was inadvertently triggered that caused all of this to happen. Are you just fighting back for self-preservation? Hehe......"

Glancing playfully at Youmeng, Lan Xian shook his head, is it a set of spiritual power equipment, how is it possible?

Eyes swept over Youmeng's body, Lan Xian smiled, this little girl didn't know where she heard about the existence of a spirit suit, she didn't know how expensive a spirit suit was—you know, even some high-level spirit people only had a spiritual weapon.

Even if it was him, if he wanted to buy a piece of weak spiritual equipment, he would have to save another year's salary.

"That's really the case, teacher, if you don't believe it, you can check my stockings yourself, it's really the ability to attach to these pantyhose."

Seeing Lan Xian's annoyed look on his face that was teased, he felt that something was about to happen, and he couldn't help but be anxious, so he flatteringly stuffed the black pantyhose he had just taken off into Lan Xian's hand, and motioned him to check the spiritual power module loaded on it.

After all, seeing is believing, facts speak louder than words, and according to common sense, taking the initiative to hand in the tools of the crime can usually get a reduced sentence.

Before he could refuse, Lan Xian only felt that there was an extra pair of warm black pantyhose in his hand, and the girl's slightly slippery sweat was intertwined with the soft silk touch, as if it had directly touched the girl's thighs, which made him can't help but shake his heart.

The slight smell of sour sweat after strenuous exercise, the leather smell of high-heeled shoes, and the faint body fragrance unique to fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls are mixed together, and the steaming heat slowly wafts into the air, which is enough to make any normal man have a blood rush and imagination.

However, at this time, Lan Xian no longer had any charming thoughts, the whole person's expression was extremely solemn and serious, and his eyes looked at the pair of black stockings he held in his hands obsessively, as if this was some fragile rare treasure - as a middle-level speech spirit master, he immediately noticed that the spiritual power contained in the seemingly unusual pantyhose was constantly breathing the free spiritual power around him, as if he was a living thing.

Is it really a custom high-end spiritual costume that only local tyrants can afford to wear?!

Lan Xian's expression froze, his eyes glowed with a faint light blue light, and he directly entered the spiritual power visual pretense.

Spiritual power poured out, flowing down his hands into every silk fiber on the stockings, and quickly wandering to observe, such an opportunity to observe high-level spiritual power equipment up close was too precious for him.

The next moment, countless pulsating spirit patterns appeared in his mind with a bang, and their complexity far exceeded the spiritual power knowledge he had mastered. However, even if he couldn't accurately identify most of the spirit patterns, the decorative pattern that floated in the middle and didn't make any sense was all too familiar.

"Wait...... This is?! ”

An abstract teacup symbol, the only SSS-level legion with less than fifty people in the spirit world, once dominated the famous female *** group in the entire academy city.

"The [maid tea party] that has disappeared?! How can it be?! ”