“Is this the high school life I once dreamed of?”
On campus, Su Moli walked into the stairwell of the teaching building, her steps uneven as she looked around.
Students were bustling about—some tidying up, some rushing to classrooms to do homework, reciting texts, or chatting and bragging.
Her eyes were filled with nostalgia.
Sure enough, memories are deceptive; reality isn’t nearly as beautiful.
On her way to the Teacher’s Office, Su Moli glanced inside through the window and noticed the students were clearly divided into several groups.
There were the obviously good students, quietly reading.
There were those who liked to chat and brag, sitting in groups of three or five, gossiping.
Then there were the slackers who didn’t do any homework at home and relied on copying from classmates during morning study.
At this moment, one was furiously scribbling illegible characters on the homework sheet, racing to finish before the Homeroom Teacher arrived.
These were still somewhat acceptable.
Worse still were the isolated ones, who could only lie alone on their desks pretending to sleep.
Is this the Teacher’s Office?
Su Moli stood in front of the Teacher’s Office door, eyeing the plaque nervously.
Strange—though she was basically a 30-year-old “uncle” in age, standing before this door still gave her a sense of psychological pressure.
Perhaps it was similar to when she underwent skin-flap surgery, where the post-op swelling made her worried about future happiness, prompting her to hastily send photos to the doctor on WeChat—but accidentally sent them to the Homeroom Teacher instead.
[Eh? Isn’t being scolded usually because of unfinished homework or poor test scores?]
The System was shocked.
Knock Knock
“Please come in.”
Hearing the response, Su Moli finally opened the door and stepped inside, immediately feeling a blast of cool air conditioning contrasting sharply with the hot and dusty outside environment.
“Looks like I’ll need to find more chances to hang out in the Teacher’s Office and enjoy the AC,” Su Moli decided silently.
“You must be…Su Moli, right?”
The Homeroom Teacher Li Shi’an, sitting at her desk, pushed up her glasses with her index finger, scrutinizing the newcomer for a few seconds before confirming she was indeed the new Transfer Student arriving today.
“Yes, Teacher, I’m Su Moli.”
Seeing the teacher dressed in plain clothes, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with shoulder-length short hair and a sweet smile revealing dimples, Su Moli immediately stepped forward warmly and returned the smile.
“How do you like it here so far?”
“It’s okay, I quite like it.”
“Good. If there’s anything you’re not used to, just tell me.”
“Okay, Teacher Li.”
“Since you just transferred, your textbooks haven’t arrived yet. I’ll get them for you later.”
“Alright.”
“If you don’t understand something, feel free to talk more with your classmates or come to me. It’s been over a year since you last attended school, so you might be a bit behind.”
“Don’t worry. If I’m confused, I’ll definitely ask my classmates.”
“Good. I’ll take you to get familiar with the classroom and your classmates now.”
In the hallway, Li Shi’an glanced at Su Moli laughing and chatting beside her, finally relieved from the worries she’d had earlier.
She had originally worried that the Transfer Student, who had taken a year off after her parents’ car accident, might be psychologically fragile and overly introverted.
But Su Moli seemed quite lively after all.
If that was the case, there shouldn’t be a problem with her getting bullied.
“Damn! Have you guys seen it?”
“Seen what?”
“Of course Bazhudao! I swear it’s the best Anime this year. It’s freaking awesome!”
“Eh? Isn’t that an adult anime? What’s so good about it?”
“What adult anime? It’s super exciting, I’m telling you…”
“What’s wrong? Why’d you suddenly go quiet?”
“Could it be the Homeroom Teacher showed up?”
!!!
The classroom, once bustling with chatter, suddenly fell silent.
No, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone instantly became well-behaved good students, hastily pulling out books to pretend to study the day’s lessons.
Seeing the classroom fall silent so suddenly, Li Shi’an, who had been frowning with a stern look, also suppressed her anger, took a deep breath, and put on a friendly smile.
She spoke in as gentle a tone as possible: “Alright.”
“Good morning, everyone. Today our class welcomes a new student.”
“I hope you treat her well, don’t bully her, and don’t lead her astray.”
“If she doesn’t understand something, you can also help her. After all, we’re a team now, and we need to support each other.”
“Su Moli, come up and introduce yourself.”
“Oh, okay.”
Seeing the curious and indifferent faces in the audience, Su Moli calmly walked to the podium, pursed her lips, sighed, and decided to suppress the urge to say something wild like “Fate God, activate!” for a dramatic introduction.
“Hello, everyone, my name is Su Moli. I transferred here from another province. I like eating, enjoy sleeping, and my special skill is daydreaming.”
“I hope we can get along well and become friends.”
Finished, Su Moli nodded slightly to the class and quietly stepped down to stand beside the teacher.
Listening to her introduction, Li Shi’an was surprised and glanced at her.
Usually, self-introductions mention liking music, playing games, or watching Anime.
Well, at least liking eating and sleeping was normal.
She’d already met freshmen who said they liked playing Fate God, watching adult Anime, or even adored 2D anime characters more than real life.
She really didn’t understand what young people were thinking these days.
Each generation was worse than the last.
“Ahem, since the introductions are over, Su Moli, please find an empty seat and sit down. If you don’t understand something, ask your classmates. Don’t worry, everyone here is very friendly.”
“Okay, Teacher.”
After the Homeroom Teacher left, the classroom resumed its lively atmosphere, but no one immediately approached Su Moli.
After all, they had just met and were unfamiliar.
[Did you know? As soon as you entered the classroom, two girls developed a crush on you♡ Oh~]
“Oh? Which two?”
Though asking, Su Moli had already noticed.
One was Meng Siyu, who had tried to “rescue” her last night but fled in a panic after mistaking her for a ‘hookup’, and the other was Chen Wenwen, who had sat right on her face that morning.
“Hi, may I sit here?”
Facing Meng Siyu’s wary and even hostile glare, Su Moli smiled and asked.
Of course, it was more rhetorical since she had already sat down.
After all, the front seats were usually taken by good students, the middle seats filled by others, and only the back row by the window in the King’s Hometown classroom was left empty—reserved for those trailing at the bottom academically.
Only here were there free seats.
“What do you want?!”
No sooner had Su Moli sat down than Meng Siyu, arms crossed, glared at her with obvious hostility, as if terrified of being taken advantage of by this supposed ‘hookup.’
[You’ve only met this girl once, but she’s mistaken for a hookup and is hostile toward you. How do you resolve this misunderstanding and become friends? Task triggered: Resolve misunderstanding and become friends. Success rewards 100; failure no reward.]
“Do you think I’m a hookup?”
Upon receiving the System’s Mission, Su Moli thought for two seconds before immediately leaning toward Meng Siyu.
“Ah?! What are you doing? S-so close?!”
Meng Siyu was completely shocked at Su Moli’s sudden closeness.
She hadn’t expected such blatant behavior.
But the more Meng Siyu tried to retreat, the more Su Moli pressed forward.
Bit by bit, she closed the distance until Meng Siyu was backed against the wall, and their bodies almost touched.
Their eyes locked, noses nearly brushing, and they could feel each other’s breath stirring the fine hairs on their faces.
“Eek~ If you…you come any closer, I-I’ll call the police…”
“Did you know?”
“Know what?”
“I’ve awakened the Romance System. As long as I help you, I get monetary rewards.”
“So, how about we pretend to team up and scam the system’s money? We split it 50-50.”