Chapter 111
Chapter 111: The Dragon Clan Cub’s Distress Signal Returned, and Jiang Tea Tea’s Belly Hurt Like Hell
Huang Da Zhuang’s blunt rejection made the two White Wolf Clan males and their sister look ugly for a split second.
Then the embarrassment vanished as quickly as it came. All three smiled like nothing had happened.
“Junior Sister Jiang Tea Tea, Junior Brother Huang Da Zhuang,” one of them said warmly. “You misunderstood. We didn’t mean anything by it. We just meant that learning can’t be rushed.”
“Some people are born brilliant—made for study. Some people are a step slower. If you take it slow, a B-rank can still climb to A-rank. Even S-rank.”
“We’re from Mech Manufacturing and Mech Maintenance. We’re not top of the year, but we do rank well. If you ever need anything, or if there’s anything you don’t understand, you can ask us. Whether it’s something we know or something we don’t, we’ll still do our best to solve it for you.”
The female stepped forward, already extending her comm ID. “Come on, Junior Sister Jiang Tea Tea. Let’s add each other. We can help each other out, look after each other. When we’re free, we can grab meals together, train together—whatever.”
Jiang Tea Tea listened to their self-satisfied explanation, stared at the comm ID they were practically shoving into her face, and found the whole thing laughable.
Two brothers and one sister of the fake heiress.
They thought she didn’t know they existed. They thought they could ingratiate themselves, slip into her life, and then drag their mother and father along to start pointing fingers at her.
Even the fake heiress’s leftover consciousness, watching this performance from somewhere inside, wanted to curse them out and disown them.
Unfortunately, it didn’t have a mouth.
Jiang Tea Tea opened hers instead.
“You three seem awfully familiar with us,” she said, voice sharp. “So you should also be perfectly aware that none of the eight of us study Mech Manufacturing or Mech Maintenance.”
She tilted her head. “You carried over eight cups of fruit juice priced at two star credits each, and fruit plates priced at eight star credits each. You came over with sugar-coated nonsense, tried to sow discord, failed, and now—when so many people didn’t add you—you’re insisting on adding me. What are you trying to do?”
“We’re not trying to do anything,” the White Wolf Clan girl said quickly. “We just want to be friends.”
She immediately looked for an ally, snapping her gaze to Cheng Xiao Ting. “Cousin! Say something! Hurry up and prove to your classmate Jiang Tea Tea that we don’t mean any harm!”
Cousin?
Cheng Xiao Ting?
Jiang Tea Tea turned to look at Cheng Xiao Ting.
The man collected relatives like a hobby. First there had been Lang Yue Ye, and now there were Lang Xin Rui, Lang Xin Ping, and Lang Xin Chong.
“Lang Xin Rui,” Jiang Tea Tea said coolly. “Stop shouting nonsense. Why are you like Lang Yue Ye—always trying to claim random relatives?”
Cheng Xiao Ting practically exploded.
He jumped so hard he looked ready to hit the ceiling. He cursed the three of them out, then whirled back to Jiang Tea Tea and the others, swearing up and down he had nothing to do with them.
“Sister Tea, Sui Xuan Chu, Little Bunny—I’m not related to them. Not even a little. They’re only trying to latch onto me because I’m too damn outstanding.”
Lang Xin Rui clearly hadn’t expected him to react so violently. “Cousin—”
“Don’t call me that,” Cheng Xiao Ting snapped.
He cut her off and barked their names like an executioner reading a list. “Lang Xin Ping. Lang Xin Chong. Lang Xin Rui. I’m warning you—I have nothing to do with you. Stop trying to claim me. If you don’t, we’ll go to the dueling arena and bite each other until one of us is dead.”
Lang Xin Ping yanked Lang Xin Rui back and spoke with forced politeness. “Sorry, Junior Brother Cheng Xiao Ting. Please don’t be angry. We have no ill intentions.”
“Three months ago, at the 30-school military academy championship, you won first place individually and first place as a squad. We’ve wanted to meet you ever since. We wanted to be friends, to learn from you… but you were busy.”
“You stayed busy for three months. Today we finally saw you had time. We’d just finished eating too, so we came to add comms and get to know you. That’s all. Nothing else.”
Jiang Tea Tea raised her brows like she’d just been handed the punchline to a terrible joke.
“Oh,” she said slowly. “So what you mean is: we’re the dirty-minded ones. We overreacted. We ‘thought too badly’ of you.”
“Junior Sister, if you put it that way, that’s… not very nice—”
“Then look at this.”
Jiang Tea Tea didn’t have the slightest patience left. She reached into her storage button and pulled out a thick stack of documents—everything Chong Ming had uncovered about her biological parents, siblings, and relatives.
She tossed the entire bundle into Lang Xin Ping’s arms.
“Read it,” she said. “When you’re done, you’ll understand exactly what kind of disgusting existence you three are. Your parents, too. And your other seven siblings.”
She turned. “Sui Xuan Chu. Huang Da Zhuang. Cheng Lin Yue. Let’s go.”
Then she added, cold as frost, “Next time they show up, we hit them. Every time. If anything happens, I’ll take full responsibility.”
She walked out first.
Inside her, the fake heiress’s residual consciousness held zero hope. Zero expectation. No fantasies about family affection.
What it wanted was simple: to become famous across the entire galaxy. To be admired and worshipped by billions. To create the kind of glorious scene where her adoptive parents and biological parents regretted everything until they tore their own chests open.
Huang Da Zhuang hurried after Jiang Tea Tea, bewildered. “Sister Tea, what did you give them? That stack was huge.”
Jiang Tea Tea answered without hesitation. “Information. On my biological parents and siblings. On my maternal grandfather and grandmother. On my grandfather and grandmother.”
“What?”
“What?!”
“What?!”
Huang Da Zhuang, Cheng Xiao Ting, and Sui Xuan Chu froze like they’d been struck by lightning. Exhaustion vanished. Suffering vanished. Sleepiness vanished.
Seven pairs of eyes locked on Jiang Tea Tea at once.
She kept walking like she hadn’t said anything special. They ran after her, all talking at once.
“Sister Tea, is it real? That third-year Mech Manufacturing and Maintenance set—the triplets, two brothers and one sister—are they your brother and sister?”
“When did you find out? Did they come today because they already know you’re their sister? What do they want—bring you home, give you love and warmth?”
“No way. They’re the White Wolf Clan chief’s kids. That family’s been rich for generations. They have ten children. If you go back, you’ll be stuck in the middle of your siblings. That won’t end well.”
“Hey, Sister Tea—you’re a pure human female but also the White Wolf Clan chief’s child. So you’ve got wolf blood. What month were you born? I’m March. Doesn’t that make you my cousin?”
“Cheng Xiao Ting, do you have any shame? You were the one denying relatives two seconds ago. Now you’re trying to claim them? I’ll smack your wolf face crooked.”
“Roommate, you’re amazing. You found your family without making a sound—and you didn’t even tell me.” Sui Xuan Chu muttered like he’d been personally wronged. “You’re insane.”
When had his uncle given her those files? Why hadn’t he heard a word?
His uncle really was getting more and more outrageous—treating him like he wasn’t even his nephew.
Jiang Tea Tea quickened her pace and raised her voice. “Enough nonsense. I’m in a good mood. Hurry to the academy medical department so I can stabilize your ability backlash, soothe your mind sea, and check whether you meet the conditions to awaken.”
Huang Da Zhuang became instantly obedient. “Sister Tea, I won’t say another word. I definitely meet the conditions, right? I can awaken, right?”
Sui Xuan Chu and the others hurried after her too, immediately switching to shameless optimism.
“Sister Tea, my ability level will jump three levels, right?”
“Sister Tea, I want my ability level to jump straight to level 5. You can do it, right?”
“Sister Tea, make my ability level shoot up to level 10 and I’ll love you forever—only you—never leave you, never abandon you!”
Jiang Tea Tea stared at them, expression blank.
She was a tea tree demon. Not a wishing-well turtle.
If they wanted to “shoot” something to level 10 so badly, they should shoot her into the sky and see if she looked like level 10 in the sunlight.
Back at the cafeteria, Lang Xin Rui finally snapped.
“What did Jiang Tea Tea give you?”
Lang Xin Ping handed her the thick stack, face expressionless. “She already knew we’re her brothers and sister. She already has information on every member of our family.”
Lang Xin Rui frowned and flipped through the pages at speed. Lang Xin Chong leaned in and read too.
When he finished, he spoke first. “So she knew all along. She refused to acknowledge us. She refused to team up with us. She refused to soothe our mind seas and stabilize our backlash. She’s resentful.”
“Resentful of us. Resentful of Mom and Dad for losing her.”
“But Mom and Dad didn’t want that. Mom and Dad have been looking for her. Did she not investigate any of that? Does she think they threw her away on purpose?”
“Ridiculous. Think about it. Mom and Dad are the White Wolf Clan chief and the clan chief’s madam. They make over a hundred million a year. How could they not afford to raise her? Why would they throw her away—”
“Enough,” Lang Xin Rui cut in, cold and impatient. “She had a bad life with her adoptive parents. After she got into the Royal Military Academy, she was bullied here too.”
“She’s only been doing better in the last half year. If she has resentment, it’s normal.”
Her eyes sharpened. “When you see her again, treat her properly. Her mutant plant ability is unique across the galaxy.”
“Mom and Dad already said it: as long as we bring her back, our family will have her. Not only will our ten siblings’ ability levels surge, our family will leap into becoming a major conglomerate—a great noble house—in the Zhen Lin Empire.”
“So you two behave. Don’t make faces. Find out what she needs, what she likes. Buy it. Bring it to her.”
Lang Xin Chong snorted and swept the fruit plates and drinks off the table. He took everything they’d brought, leaving not a single cup behind.
At the Royal Military Academy medical department, Jin Lao—one of the empire’s national-treasure-level healers—was in charge.
The extra tutoring that Jiang Tea Tea and Cheng Lin Yue received in the Healing Department and the Pacification Department? Jin Lao ran it.
The two girls couldn’t have been more different.
Cheng Lin Yue learned steadily and slowly, building her foundation brick by brick. Jiang Tea Tea was lazy and slack—but frighteningly talented.
One listened obediently. The other coasted and did whatever she felt like.
Jin Lao liked them both. He studied their course schedules and squeezed in lessons whenever he could, as if he wanted to pry their skulls open and pour knowledge straight into their brains.
In his department, they even had a treatment room reserved just for them—complete with a dedicated medical pod.
Jiang Tea Tea had never used it. She’d never let Jin Lao run a full-body scan on her. She only attended his lectures and learned theory, especially the treatment of difficult mental power disorders.
This time, Jiang Tea Tea led the others into that treatment room.
She didn’t check them one by one. She didn’t treat them one by one.
She shut the door. Shut the windows. Ordered all of them to sit on the floor.
Then she drew on her magic power and let it settle over their bodies, threading into their limbs, organs, blood, and bone marrow. It calmed their turbulent abilities, soothed their backlash, and combed through their mind seas until the agitation smoothed away.
Half an hour later, everyone except Jiang Tea Tea felt refreshed and energized—like they’d been rewired. Even Huang Da Zhuang felt different, like something inside him had shifted.
But Jiang Tea Tea’s face went pale.
She’d burned too much magic power. Her legs felt unsteady. And inside her, the cubs began to churn.
A wave of discomfort hit so hard she wanted one thing.
Chong Ming’s blood.
And the soothing of his mental power.
She swallowed it down and spoke to the others. “Stay here and recover for ten minutes. After that, let Jin Lao check you properly. I need to leave the academy for something.”
“Why are you leaving the academy?” Sui Xuan Chu blurted.
He felt like his ability level had climbed—if not to 4S-rank, then at least to 3S-rank and a half. The moment she said she was leaving, the question slipped out.
Jiang Tea Tea looked at him, voice eerie and flat. “To go see your rich uncle.”
Huang Da Zhuang and the others immediately turned on Sui Xuan Chu.
The looks they gave him were the same looks people saved for traitors.
Sui Xuan Chu saw it and nearly bit off his own tongue. Too much mouth. He hurried to explain.
“It’s like this. My uncle wants my roommate to soothe his mind sea. He offered… eight figures. Ten million.”
The others blinked, then lit up with realization.
So Sui Xuan Chu hadn’t been lying. His uncle really was that rich. Pure money and power.
Jiang Tea Tea rolled her eyes and left the treatment room. She didn’t dare touch her belly, even though the cubs were still twisting inside her.
From her storage button, she pulled out a flyer, got in, and sent a message to Chong Ming.
Less than thirty seconds later, Chong Ming replied with coordinates.
Jiang Tea Tea input the coordinates. The moment she started the flyer, her magic power drained violently—dropping from thirty percent to twenty in the blink of an eye.
Her belly cramped so hard she nearly saw stars.
The cubs churned like boiling water.
Her face turned white. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead. She urgently formed a hand seal, opened the flyer’s window, and muttered an incantation, pulling spiritual energy from the air to stabilize herself.
Elsewhere, Dragon Clan cadets at the Royal Military Academy stiffened.
“What the hell…? A Dragon Clan cub’s distress signal,” someone said, voice tight. “That scent—the cry for help. I’m not imagining it, am I?”
“You’re not. I smelled it too.”
“It’s a cub. A Dragon Clan cub. In our Royal Military Academy. Oh my god—what dragon has a cub already?”
“Wait. Doesn’t this scent feel familiar? Like the distress scent we smelled at the championship? That aggressive, oppressive pressure that hits you right in the nose?”
“It does. It’s thick with pressure. It feels like a Golden Dragon imperial clan cub.”
“I heard a reliable rumor,” someone whispered, almost reverent. “The crown prince is disguised and studying at our school. If this scent is like a Golden Dragon imperial clan cub, then… does that mean the crown prince is studying, dating, and got his girlfriend pregnant on the side?”
Jiang Tea Tea couldn’t smell any of it.
After sucking in spiritual energy and stabilizing herself, the pain eased. The cubs calmed, no longer thrashing inside her belly.
Her flyer finally slipped out of the academy’s perimeter and flew toward the coordinates Chong Ming had sent.
The lingering distress scent spread across the Royal Military Academy like fog.
In the medical department, Jin Lao captured it with his instruments and immediately opened a comm line to Chong Ming.
The call rang four times before it connected. Jin Lao spoke with open excitement.
“Your Highness. The Royal Military Academy has a Dragon Clan cub’s distress signal. It may be the same cub distress signal you smelled at the 30-school military academy championship!”