# Chapter 13: The Magical Shop (II)
The summer breeze, mingling the rich fragrance of flowers with the fresh scent of earth, rushed扑面而来. Lush green plants stood on both sides of the road. As the final class bell rang, the sparse students scattered about began flowing like a tide into the teaching building.
"Okay, that's all I have to say."
Inside the spacious and bright guidance office, the dean read through the new student handbook in a rigid, by-the-book manner. "Our school implements a rolling system. Since you're all transfer students, you'll first be assigned to Class F. After the monthly exam in a month, we'll reassign you to different classes."
After saying this, the dean waved his hand, signaling for the transfer students to head to their classrooms on their own.
"This place doesn't feel like it's haunted at all." The moment they stepped outside, one of the girls couldn't help but exclaim. She had a great figure—even wearing the ubiquitous school uniform couldn't hide her full chest. Her face, gazing at the boy beside her, was utterly innocent, with dewy eyes that seemed to speak volumes.
A classic case of an angel's appearance with a devil's figure. She could easily be called the perfect goddess in anyone's mind.
Yet the tall, slender young man beside her showed absolutely no interest, his handsome face cold as ice as he stared straight ahead, not even giving her a glance.
The girl's expression froze slightly.
The next second, this feeling was magnified infinitely.
Because this aloof boy suddenly turned to look at another young man, asking in a flat tone, "Cold?"
The young man he was looking at had a gentle, soft aura about him. He had been slightly bowing his head the entire time. His standard-issue school uniform seemed far too loose on him, making him appear even more frail. When he finally raised his head, she noticed his complexion was almost translucently pale, his thin lips tinged with a faint bluish hue.
It was the scorching summer, yet despite wearing long sleeves, the person suddenly shivered.
But even in this weak state, paired with his striking appearance, there was still an extreme sense of fragile, delicate beauty.
Weak and vulnerable, as if ready to be plucked.
"Physical constitution." Qi An answered Zhang Zhaoqi's question softly. Due to his condition, his voice was somewhat breathless, seeming to drift over like something from the ends of the earth.
Yet it was exceptionally pleasant to listen to.
Zhang Zhaoqi nodded and didn't press further, only taking out a talisman and贴在戚安的背后. The paper talisman gradually faded and disappeared into the school uniform. Warmth flowed from his back into his heart. Qi An glanced at Zhang Zhaoqi in surprise, but the other had already withdrawn his gaze expressionlessly.
Their team this time consisted of four people—the four transfer students of Yunhua High School. Besides Ji Xiaoyu, the girl who had been talking, there was also Zhao Qizhu, a girl of particularly petite stature.
Because she was so small and looked so young, Zhao Qizhu had been stopped by the gate guard when they entered the school. Sensing Qi An's gaze, she turned her head and gave him a sweet smile.
Her beautiful eyes crinkled into thin lines because of her expression. Her smile was天真灿烂, completely lacking the weariness that other transmigrators should possess.
Qi An offered her a weak, friendly smile in return, subtly furrowing his brow.
Something about her felt a bit strange.
Although she smiled very sweetly, there was a chill that seeped into the marrow of one's bones.
Like beneath that angelic exterior...
Lay an indifferent demon.
The guidance office was close to Class F. By the time they knocked and entered, the homeroom teacher was watching the students below the podium during morning self-study.
When they came in, everyone stopped what they were doing in unison. The teacher, smiling warmly, had them introduce themselves. After the seated students gave them a enthusiastic welcome, she had them take their seats.
Each of them was seated next to an existing classmate, presumably to help them better integrate into the class.
Qi An stared blankly at the various books already placed on the desk. He reached out and roughly organized them before feigning serious attention while letting his mind wander.
Why this school?
A school so peaceful and sunny, with teachers who taught properly and students who studied earnestly—all by the book.
Ordinary to the point of having no distinguishing features at all.
What on earth had attracted the ghosts' attention here?
Qi An licked his lips that carried a chill, turning his pen thoughtfully.
His desk mate, seeing him slouching about, tried to call him back. He reached out and bumped Qi An's arm. But the moment their eyes met, he felt all words stick in his throat.
Qi An's eyes were somewhat hazy at the moment. Combined with his skin that was white like something not of this world, the entire person looked beautifully ethereal, as if he'd stepped out of a painting.
His gaze instinctively lingered on Qi An's lips, still carrying a hint of moisture.
Glossy and translucent, like the finest fruit.
He suddenly felt his throat go dry.
This gradually intensifying obsession caught Qi An's attention. Qi An continued looking at him as if completely oblivious, and something suddenly flashed through his mind.
【Special Notice: Due to the tasker's excessive yin energy, certain entities may take notice～Given that this trait is extremely helpful for the mission, this ability has been enhanced～】
This was the notification he'd received when he first received the mission.
Certain entities...
What entities?
For the first time, Qi An seriously studied his desk mate.
方德廉.
That was what he'd said when introducing himself to Qi An.
—Very ordinary.
Judging purely by appearance, there wasn't a single noteworthy feature. Qi An's gaze moved away from his school uniform and landed on his schoolbag and the open textbook atop it.
The schoolbag was worn and old, covered with零零散散 patches of various shapes and sizes.
Qi An noticed that at the middle strap of his schoolbag, there was a段不伦不类的 patched cloth, crudely stitched together by someone to extend the strap.
This person comes from a poor family, Qi An instinctively made this judgment.
Qi An's gaze shifted to the other person's textbook. There were several different handwriting styles on it, but since the other's pen was still resting on the book, Qi An could easily make out his handwriting from the rest.
Very proper, square and neat.
Black-inked characters neatly arranged in rows upon rows.
He'd written very carefully.
Qi An watched the other person's expression gradually shift into something else. He抿了抿嘴.
What on earth was special about this desk mate of his?