Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 691 - 640

"What if we let Talia and the Great Love Poet give it a try?"

Lanci had always been curious about how Talia managed to rise to power in a timeline where he didn’t interfere, where she successfully obtained the [Poem of Pity] and used it for herself.

For other Prophets, high-ranking Diviners, and possessors of future sight, the timeline they could observe over a year ago should indeed be that one.

And the memories he possessed of that timeline were like a gift from future sight.

"Later, we can bring Lan Fu over to try."

Upon hearing this, Student Hyperion had a flash of inspiration as if realizing there was another option.

Although Talia and the Great Love Poet had completely different personalities, the Great Love Poet was, after all, created by Talia herself, so perhaps their compatibility was unexpectedly high.

Ever since the Great Love Poet enrolled, she had been seeking knowledge at the Magic Engineering College like she was thirsty for it.

She was the true epitome of a self-disciplined academic overachiever, not Lanci, who always looked for ways to skip classes.

The two walked up the stairs to the third floor.

Passing by the row of large windows beside them, they arrived at the Student Council Room’s door at the end of the corridor.

"President, we’re here."

Hyperion knocked on the thick door.

Voice came through the small opening of the door, it seemed like the president was chatting and laughing with someone.

"Come in, please."

Getting the response, they each pushed one side of the large door open.

The nine o’clock bell rang across the campus, a breeze blew in through the window carrying a fresh scent, and it picked up the faint aroma of tea. On the coffee table in the middle of the sofas was freshly brewed flower tea. The tea leaves were leisurely floating and gently dancing on the surface of the water.

This time, the president was not seated at his desk but was instead relaxing and chatting on the sofa in the lounge area.

And sitting beside him was a lady whose hair color resembled his.

"Student Lanci! Student Hyperion!"

Before Hyperion could ask her question in confusion, Miss Florence greeted them with a smile.

Today, Florence had reverted back to a feminine appearance, exuding a harmless aura, her delicate features and naturally soft skin radiated beauty, and her lips were attractively plump.

"She is President Monasite’s sister and also a close friend of Dean Loren,"

While Lanci was introducing her to Hyperion, he led her to sit down side by side opposite the sofa.

"Hello, Miss Florence!"

Hyperion bowed respectfully in greeting.

She could feel that the other party, like herself, was a member of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny’s clergy and held a considerably high position. The fact that she was being so kind to her was already surprising to Hyperion.

Lanci noticed a twitch at the corner of Monasite’s mouth.

He probably understood what the president meant.

"I don’t know what to do now... Even if I pretend to be a boy and live with him, it’s just too..."

Florence spoke up with difficulty to the two in front of her, her voice filled with a plea for help.

She had heard that there were student services at Ichrite Academy that provided emotional counselling and helped guide and resolve all sorts of problems.

"Don’t worry, your predicament is exactly within our scope of services. Moreover, since this is related to the previous card-making request, consider it a part of our after-sales service. I’ll help you through this."

Lanci spoke with a sense of responsibility.

Florence immediately clenched her fists tightly, nodding with gratitude.

"Since living in Loren’s home has become a done deal, let’s seriously consider how to handle it seamlessly. You need to be mindful of a few things, Miss Florence."

Lanci sat upright and instructed in an unhurried manner.

"Tell me."

"First, you must lock the door when you shower, and no matter what happens, don’t scream in the bathroom. It might prompt Loren to open the door to check if there’s been an accident."

Lanci started counting off on his index finger, his expression serious.

"Okay."

Florence took note seriously.

"Second, it’s best to switch to shampoos and shower gels that have a milder fragrance. Otherwise, if you sit next to him after a night-time shower, he might get the wrong impression, like ’bro, you smell so nice’."

Lanci continued to list more points.

"Okay."

Florence made a mental note of Lanci’s words.

"Third, just join him for breakfast without worrying. Don’t get up early to make breakfast for him, don’t do too many chores, and especially don’t serve him tea and snacks when he’s working late at night. Otherwise, he might start thinking he’s got a good wife and mother at home."

"No problem."

"Fourth, it’s okay to occasionally mop the floor to keep it clean and prevent slipping. Avoid any scenarios where both of you might fall over together, leading to close contact."

"...?"

Student Hyperion furrowed her brows on the side, staring blankly at Lanci.

Wait a second.

Are you teaching her how to avoid getting caught by Loren as a girl,

or are you instructing her on how to create more heart-fluttering moments with him?!