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A sudden figure emerged – could it be Can Ye?
Why her, of all people? We had barely exchanged a word, so what prompted her sudden intervention?
Was it possible she saw Huang Beifeng intending for me to fetch her water, and, acting on some principle of aid, decided to step in on my behalf?
That made no sense. All I’d done was write a love letter; why would she suddenly feel compelled to offer such a significant favor?
I cast a curious glance her way; the expression on her face was not one of jest, but of profound earnestness.
Indeed, she was truly serious, though what exactly motivated her, I couldn’t fathom.
I subtly observed Huang Beifeng’s expression; she, too, seemed bewildered by the sudden turn of events. She had merely intended to tease me, yet Can Ye had unexpectedly rushed forward to offer her assistance with fetching water.
“Oh, I was just teasing Mu Rong Luo Ye. I can certainly manage this myself.”
Gently pushing away Can Ye’s hand, Huang Beifeng offered a small, apologetic smile before turning to fill her cup with water.
Offering me an awkward smile, Can Ye found no further reason to linger and quietly retreated to her seat.
Having fetched her water and returned to her desk, Huang Beifeng cast a glance my way, her eyes still holding a hint of embarrassment. She truly hadn’t anticipated such an unexpected turn of events.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” she teased. “Your personal harem truly has your back.”
‘Pfft, pfft, pfft! What ‘harem’? You really will joke about anything, won’t you? That’s too much!’
Just as I remembered from childhood, she always delighted in playing various pranks on me and observing my reactions. She hadn’t been quite so brazen when we were younger, but ever since I began cross-dressing, both her and Mu Rong Xin Xue’s attitudes toward me had undergone a significant shift.
Alas, how I yearned for the days of old, when I wouldn’t be forced to don women’s attire daily, when I could simply be a true boy once more.
While I wasn’t particularly averse to wearing feminine clothing, and had even grown somewhat accustomed to it, enduring it year after year as a boy was truly insufferable.
The untimely shrill of the class bell abruptly pulled me back to reality. It was indeed time for lessons to commence, and thus, I resolved to banish such idle thoughts from my mind.
This particular period was history, notably the only subject Huang Beifeng ever genuinely paid attention to.
It was the third day of classes, and I had grown somewhat familiar with most of the instructors. This history teacher, in particular, possessed an exceptionally high caliber of lecturing.
Furthermore, he frequently incorporated videos related to historical events into his lessons. In his estimation, merely staring at arid textbooks offered no discernible interest. Therefore, though we couldn’t personally experience these historical moments, he believed it essential for our eyes to witness them, thereby deepening our understanding and rendering the entire classroom experience vibrant and engaging.
Yet, as class began today, the video he projected seemed subtly amiss. Diverging from the ancient historical footage of yesterday, today’s presentation bore a striking resemblance to a science fiction film.
The figures within the video were clad in peculiar gear, their adversaries an array of nameless, grotesquely shaped monsters.
As the video reached its climax, everything dissolved into oblivion amidst a sudden, blinding flash of white light.
With the video’s conclusion, a palpable sense of awe settled over the entire class. From a purely cinematic perspective, the production was undeniably superb, boasting impressive special effects that left viewers utterly captivated.
Despite being merely a snippet, several students recognized it as a scene from a highly acclaimed science fiction film released over the summer. Yet, the inclusion of such a video in a history lesson remained an utterly baffling enigma.
“Cough, cough, cough,” Lan Baiyuan cleared his throat, his gaze sweeping over the seated students before a knowing smile touched his lips. “Do you know why I chose to show you this particular film clip?”
“No, we don’t.”
‘Honestly, we’re genuinely curious. How does a history lesson connect to a science fiction film? We expected something more akin to yesterday’s content.’
Observing that the students’ curiosity had been thoroughly ignited, Lan Baiyuan understood his objective had been met, and there was no longer any need to prolong their suspense.
After a light tap on his desk, Lan Baiyuan again offered a mysterious smile. “Because,” he announced, “all of this is real.”
‘What?!’
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