And Fafnir didn't believe it, but after Old Undead conjured a Holy Light as a flashlight, she immediately believed most of it.
"According to this world's saying, young lady, you should call me Grandmaster!" Old Undead continued teasing Fafnir, "Call me Grandmaster, or Ancestor if you like."
"No way!"
"Alright, alright, Grandpa, you should say less too." Alola covered her forehead, somewhat unable to stand her grandfather.
"Actually, you don't need to have such hostility towards me." She looked at Fafnir and said seriously, "Do you think Xue Dili is the type who can't read others' minds, a very slow boy?"
"Isn't he?" Fafnir responded.
She had hinted several times, but the teacher never responded. She always thought it was because her hints were too subtle, or the teacher was too dull.
Just like those male protagonists in stories.
"No, you're wrong, Xue Dili knows everything; he's just simply rejecting you." Alola bluntly said.
