Writing novels is a pleasure.
If you use AI to write, isn’t that just having a robot help you mess around?
Morning, Monday, 8 o’clock, school morning self-study.
“Hey hey, did you watch this week’s Baka Island? It’s really interesting.”
“It’s okay, just not much ecchi, all abstract stuff, hot-blooded bonds and all that…”
“Um, did you finish the homework? I didn’t bring mine, can I copy yours?”
“Why are you like this every day?”
“By the way, want to play Delta together tonight?”
“No way, I’m joining a more authoritative hunting game now.”
“What’s that?”
“Baka.”
“???”
The classroom remains the same as always, the same classmates, only the time changed a digit.
It seems like nothing else has changed.
But, is that really the case?
At the back row by the window, Meng Siyu sat by the window, looking at her deskmate Su Moli who was sleeping with her face buried on the desk.
Her black hair was messy, covering her face, revealing a faint glimpse of her peaceful, beautiful sleeping face. Meng Siyu’s eyes were full of reminiscence.
Recalling what happened that night, Meng Siyu felt everything was like a dream, full of confessions that only appeared in the romance novel segments she had read—yet it happened for real, truly happening to her.
“If only I were a little boy…”
Seeing Su Moli still sleeping on the desk, Meng Siyu imitated her, lying down pretending to sleep.
Their faces were close, only one was asleep, the other awake.
The awake one quietly watched the sleeping one, whispering softly, as if afraid to be overheard but not wanting to be too quiet to be missed.
“What exactly is our relationship?”
Lying on the desk quietly watching Su Moli’s fair little face, Meng Siyu’s eyes began to glaze over.
Her small hand stealthily took a lock of Su Moli’s hair, gently bringing it to her nose to inhale.
Although it was just ordinary hair, it seemed to have a faint fragrance that fascinated her.
It felt like just smelling it wasn’t enough—she wanted to put it in her mouth, savoring it bit by bit, using her tongue to perceive the scent of the strands.
Although Meng Siyu had only known Su Moli for a few days, she felt she could no longer live without her.
Su Moli understood her so well, perhaps even better than she understood herself.
She never criticized her but always praised her.
She took her to eat kfc, fought against bullies together at school, rode the bus side by side, held hands, and even twice forcibly pressed Meng Siyu’s hand to touch her chest…
Though they’d only spent a few days together, Meng Siyu felt it was more exciting than the past ten years of her life.
It all felt like a dream. In her gray, gloomy, damp, and foul-smelling life like a sewer, there was a stunningly beautiful rich girl who, amidst the shocked, puzzled, doubtful, and incredulous stares of classmates, ignored everyone’s objections, took her hand, and drove away in a Ferrari, leaving stunned onlookers speechless in the wind.
“By the way, she really smells so good~”
For some reason, even though Meng Siyu did not like girls, and at first contact with Su Moli her hands would break out in goosebumps, now she felt there was a faint natural scent on Su Moli that was not cloying but made her want to get closer and sniff more.
【Warning ▲ If you don’t get up, your girlfriend might turn into a boy**】
“Ah? What happened?!”
Hearing the System’s warning in her mind, Su Moli instantly woke up as if from a dream, quickly raising her head but feeling she bumped into something soft and fragile, not painful.
When Su Moli regained her senses and looked at her deskmate Meng Siyu beside her, she saw her covering her nose and mouth with both hands, a trickle of bright red blood flowing through her fingers.
“Are you okay?”
“I have tissues here. Do you want to wipe it?”
Seeing Meng Siyu was hurt, Su Moli immediately took out a pack of tissues from her pocket in a gentlemanly manner.
Back when she was a 30-year-old man, she would never carry tissues—only cigarettes, a lighter, and a phone.
But now, as a girl, with her selective cleanliness obsession, she naturally carried tissues all the time because not wiping would be disgusting.
“Uh…I’m fine…no need, no need…”
Seeing that her attempt to do something naughty was discovered, Meng Siyu hurriedly retreated to lean against the wall, roughly wiping the blood away.
Luckily, it was just a little, and it stopped bleeding quickly.
Seeing Meng Siyu refuse, silence spread between them.
Su Moli’s eyes suspiciously fixed on Meng Siyu, her mind troubled by the System’s words earlier, growing more fearful.
She was only helping Meng Siyu according to the System’s tasks, but unexpectedly, this girl repaid kindness with ingratitude, scheming to turn into a boy to mess with her—it was really too evil.
Meanwhile, Meng Siyu felt guilty being stared at like this and averted her gaze, trying to avoid embarrassment by pretending not to see.
Silence continued to envelop them, which was good for Su Moli, because on Saturday night she had spent too much energy comforting Meng Siyu and even overdrawn her youthful girl energy, so she needed all day Sunday to play games, watch anime, eat junk food, and stay up late watching videos to rest.
This led her to stay up until after 5 a.m. last night.
Since she also slept two hours, it wasn’t technically an all-nighter.
【You’re damaging your body by staying up like this】
The System kindly reminded her.
(Hmm~ It’s okay. When I was young, I used to self-comfort and stay up until 3 or 4 a.m. Then go to school and run for PE class during the second period. I survived just fine.)
As someone who had been through it, Su Moli knew very well how resilient the teenage body was—eating junk food at will would not cause issues.
【But, if you keep doing this, your skin will get worse and you won’t be a beautiful girl anymore】
(Ah?! What?! That absolutely won’t do. Looks like I have to quit junk food, staying up gaming, and scrolling my phone.)
【Self-comforting?】
(Don’t interfere!!!)
“Ding ling ling~”
With the bell signaling the end of morning self-study, the classroom immediately erupted in groans.
“Please, please, Class President, can’t you just not take the homework to the office?”
“Just a bit more, just a bit more—I’m almost done copying, please give me one chance?”
Many students, having not finished their homework during the break, had to copy it during morning self-study.
Those who still hadn’t finished began to use every trick in the book to delay or get help.
Some prayed to the subject group leaders to postpone homework submission.
Some clasped their hands praying to Buddha, Jesus, Kthulhu, and other deities, hoping the teacher wouldn’t check who hadn’t submitted.
Others gave up waiting for fate and started thinking of how to explain to teachers and parents that they hadn’t done their homework.
As for the protagonist—
Su Moli, the seasoned lazybones who hoped to have servants for everything including going to the bathroom, showering, eating, and sleeping—she refused to copy even if Chen Wenwen brought her homework.
Instead, she tried to bribe Chen Wenwen with money to do her homework in exchange for covering her Saturday and Sunday make-up class fees.
Of course, as a good student, Chen Wenwen refused to do such a thing that went against her image. But Su Moli was shameless.
She even video-called Chen Wenwen late Sunday night, kneeling on the floor and begging her to do all her homework or else she would be punished by the teacher to stand.
“All right~_~”
“Thank you, from now on, you’re my Landlady!”
In the classroom, holding the homework, Chen Wenwen recalled last night’s episode feeling embarrassed.
She shot Su Moli a strange glare, then sighed deeply.
Looking at classmates begging with their mouths while frantically copying with their hands, she helplessly said,
“All right~_~ I’ll wait for you at most 9 minutes because I have to deliver the homework before class.”
“Thank you, thank you, Class President, you’re literally my Landlady!”
“Uh uh!”
Hearing Su Moli’s words echoed, Chen Wenwen’s mouth twitched speechlessly.