Su Qi You Deleted the Photos

It must be said that Su Qi’s timing was just too perfect.

The sense of security he brought Liu Yuan in that moment was unprecedented.

But...

Just when Liu Yuan thought Su Qi looked incredibly cool today—almost as if he wasn’t so annoying after all—

Su Qi opened his mouth and ruined everything.

“When you wet your pants as a kid, Dad scolds you. When you wet your pants as an adult, Dad praises you.”

What Source Realm?

What Undead Legion?

What Rotten Flesh Mountain?

Liu Yuan tossed all of it out of her mind.

Right now, she was so furious with Su Qi she could barely speak: “Su Qi, delete that photo!”

Su Qi effortlessly held back the flailing little girl trying to snatch his phone with one hand: “No.”

Liu Yuan’s face burned red.

A blushing maiden’s flush outshines all else.

“Su Qi, this is the first time I’ve realized—how can you be so infuriating?!!”

Su Qi, utterly shameless, replied, “Relax, it’s also the first time I’ve realized how fun it is to mess with you, you little brat.”

【Joy +666】

Oh?

Bonus points too?

Su Qi’s finger, already hovering over the delete button, silently switched to exit.

Don’t blame me for being ruthless—blame the points for being too tempting.

...

From a distance, Old Li watched the bickering siblings and couldn’t help but sigh: Youth truly is wonderful.

Their sibling bond is so strong too.

Normally, for a student’s first real combat experience in the Source Realm, teachers would select creatures with relatively ‘gentle’ appearances to help them adapt to fighting Source Realm beings.

Even though this teaching method has often been criticized for raising a generation of hothouse flowers.

But haste makes waste.

Years of data show that while it may not be the most effective approach, it’s still one of the better solutions.

That’s why Old Li had been so worried about Liu Yuan’s state. As a newcomer to the Source Realm, jumping straight into high-intensity combat against an Undead Legion could easily leave psychological scars.

But now, it seemed his concerns were unnecessary.

By now, most of the students had shaken off the lingering tension from the battle.

Standing beneath the shade of a tree, clad in black with his usual stern expression, Old Li bellowed: “Fall in!”

Several students jumped at the sudden command but quickly sprinted to where he stood.

Once assembled, he barked: “Count off!”

“One… twenty-one.”

Then Liu Yuan, putting some distance between herself and Su Qi, jogged over: “Twenty-two…”

Old Li shot her a glance. “Liu Yuan, take the day off. You’re not in the right state for training today.”

Old Li wasn’t a psychologist—he couldn’t tell whether Liu Yuan had truly moved past the trauma or was just putting on a brave face for Su Qi’s sake.

Their sibling relationship was so close; it wouldn’t be surprising if she was pretending to be fine just to keep him from worrying.

Feeling his wording might be too harsh, he added, “Today’s lesson is about mustering the courage to face Source Realm creatures. I’ve already marked your performance as ‘excellent.’ Don’t overthink it.”

He even gave a thumbs-up. “Even by my strict standards, I’ve got to say—impressive!”

Yes, excellent.

No matter how pathetic they looked after the fight, as long as they didn’t retreat and fought to the last moment, they were the finest warriors.

They were all flesh and blood.

Getting hurt was painful. Being afraid of death? Perfectly normal.

Fear is biology.

Courage is humanity’s anthem.

Hearing this, Liu Yuan nodded and accepted.

She really wasn’t in the mood for training today, her mind preoccupied with how to make Su Qi delete that embarrassing photo. This arrangement suited her just fine.

The others, however, weren’t so lucky.

Old Li started with a scolding: “You brats really opened my eyes today.”

“Wiping out an entire fourth-tier Undead squad.”

He made a strange noise in his throat. “Heh. Can’t speak for other schools, but in Sixth Academy, this ‘achievement’ of yours is one for the books.”

“Teacher Li, you don’t understand—I smashed two skeletons by myself! Do I get an ‘excellent’ too?” one student chimed in.

Another added, “Same here! I barely took down one, and another showed up right after!”

A third eagerly jumped in: “Sir, I held off four at once! That’s gotta count for something!”

They all reported their feats, hoping to see Old Li’s impressed expression and hear his praise.

Instead, Old Li’s face remained stone-cold. “Oh? You’re proud of this?”

His tone dripped with disapproval. “Formations collapsed, defenses nonexistent, panic at the first sign of trouble.”

“And someone even abandoned their classmates and ran?”

“What’s next? Deserting on the battlefield?”

“Be glad you’re students—otherwise, I’d have shot that coward on the spot.”

“To put it nicely, you ‘eliminated a fourth-tier Undead squad.’”

“To put it bluntly?”

“A peak fourth-tier squad nearly got routed by a low-tier fourth-tier Undead squad.”

“Xu Kun, one of your top fighters, ended up severely injured!”

“And you have the nerve to ask for credit?”

“Look in the mirror and ask yourselves—how are you not useless?”

A sliver of sunlight pierced the leaves, casting half of Old Li’s face in shadow, making his glare even more chilling.

Many couldn’t help but shiver under his gaze.

Not a single word of praise—just a merciless dressing-down.

“And I gave a direct order to hold position. Were your ears painted on?”

“Love wandering off so much?”

“Fine. Let’s go for a five-hour run. Nobody stops until I say so.”

“But Teacher Li, we haven’t even had lunch yet!”

Some students thought Old Li might not grasp how terrifying it had been.

They’d done pretty well under the circumstances, hadn’t they?

Old Li’s expression didn’t budge. “And I’ve had lunch?”

Maybe sensing he’d been too harsh, he relented slightly. “Plenty of missions won’t give you time to eat. Consider this practice.”

The students collectively gasped. Any last romanticized notions about the Source Realm evaporated.

“Comply or leave!” Old Li’s voice was iron. “Any objections?”

Then Liu Yuan raised her hand—only to lower it almost immediately.

But Old Li noticed. “What is it?”

Liu Yuan hesitated. “Sir… can I at least have lunch…?”

Old Li’s stern facade cracked. He almost laughed. “Fine. Eat. Get some proper rest after.”

At that moment, countless hearts wailed in despair—favoritism!

Yet no one dared protest.

Deep down, they knew: if Liu Yuan hadn’t slain that monstrous giant, one or two of them might never have gotten back up.