Transfer Student

December 7, 2013, 7:30 AM.

"Kiana, this is a back-to-school gift from me, the Shopkeeper, for you." Su Qing'an handed the girl an exquisite and cute pencil case.

Kiana lightly shook the pencil case, her lips twitching slightly. It was filled with pens and stationery. Did the Shopkeeper really see her as a child? This pencil case was so childish.

Although it was quite cute, she added secretly in her heart.

"Anyway, I know if you prepared it yourself, you wouldn't even buy a pen. You have no intention of studying properly, do you?" The young man looked at Kiana's drifting gaze and revealed the truth with a sigh.

"N-no way, how could I be that kind of person?" Kiana stiffened her expression and averted her gaze, carefully tucking the pencil case into her bag.

"Alright. Then I hope I don't hear from Satou that Kiana was spacing out and sleeping in class, or not handing in homework." Su Qing'an smiled kindly.

"I-I won't."

Ah, Satou Yunona, I sentence you to death. Kiana gritted her teeth at Satou Yunona, who had been branded a spy.

She had already gotten a preliminary taste of Su Qing'an's pettiness. Just yesterday she called him an idiot, and tonight's food was incredibly spicy but also delicious, making it impossible to refuse. It was truly wicked.

So, if she slept in class and Satou Yunona told Su Qing'an, wouldn't she be subjected to "abuse" again?

Su Qing'an, already labeled as wicked, was oblivious and bid farewell to Kiana: "Alright, go to school. You can't be late on the first day, can you?"

"I know, Su Qing'an, you're so annoying." Kiana stomped her small leather shoes and responded grumpily.

"Well then, I'm off to school. I'll be back this afternoon. Goodbye, Su Qing'an."

Watching the girl's hurrying figure, Su Qing'an couldn't help but feel a smile tugging at his lips. She was looking forward to it, after all, Kiana hadn't attended school much. She should have a good experience of this rare school life.

I hope she can adapt to school life quickly. The young man's brow furrowed with worry again.

Forget it, I have more important things to do today.

After locking up the shop, Su Qing'an left not long after Kiana.

Ah, so boring, so hateful, so irritating.

Why, why, why.

Every minute, every second spent here made Asakura Miyuki restless, the very air she breathed seemed to be filled with an unbearable stench.

Infinite malice pricked her nerves like needles, her soul cried out, her soul wailed, yet the girl's expression remained unchanged, even occasionally offering a polite smile.

Some part of her must have broken. But what exactly had broken, and when, Asakura Miyuki could no longer recall.

Even though the girl was like a half-broken doll, her primal human instincts still warned her.

Don't think, refuse to think, stop thinking.

And so, everything remained as it was.

The girl was still a good student in her teacher's eyes, a pushover among her classmates, and a good child to her parents.

"Next, our class will welcome a new student," the teacher said from the podium, drawing Asakura Miyuki's attention.

A transfer student? Could it be her? Could it be her? Could it be her?

So excited, so excited, so excited.

Her expectations were not dashed. After a short while, a rare beauty with white hair and blue eyes walked in.

It's her! It's her! It's her! The girl's hands clenched the hoodie she kept in her desk. It was like an epiphany, Asakura Miyuki felt this coincidence, like a guiding hand of fate.

"My name is Kiana Kaslana. Please take care of me," the girl introduced herself coolly.

"This is Kiana, our new transfer student today. I hope everyone will take good care of her."

The female teacher spoke these words with genuine sincerity, her tone kind and gentle.

Because a few days prior, a certain unnamed beautiful young man had politely and sincerely greeted her with "gifts," requesting that she give the foreign transfer student some care.

Kiana Kaslana.

Kiana, Kiana, Kiana. The girl murmured in her heart, over and over again.

So, your name is Kiana. Her pupils grew moist, and an unnatural blush spread across her pale face. Finally, unable to restrain herself in front of the classroom, she buried her face in the hoodie and took a deep breath.

This sickly, dazed demeanor was noticed by Kiana on the podium, but she couldn't understand the girl's actions. She only recognized that it was the person she had saved yesterday, and...

Her intuition told her there was a slight sense of incongruity.

About half an hour later.

Asakura Miyuki, who was eager to strike up a conversation with Kiana, suffered a crushing defeat.

Because of her rare hair color, beautiful features, and even her aloof, ascetic expression, she was extremely popular in this all-girls school.

Shortly after she stood up, Kiana was already surrounded by people.

Feeling out of place with the class atmosphere, Asakura Miyuki could only frown unhappily and sit back down, secretly observing Kiana.

"Kiana, Kiana, we can go to the Shopkeeper's store together today!" Satou Yunona said happily, excitedly positioning herself in the front line around Kiana's desk.

Ugh, Satou Yunona is so annoying. You're a spy, aren't you? You'll definitely report me to Su Qing'an if I sleep in class later, won't you? I sentence you to death right now.

Unaware that she had been sentenced to death twice by Kiana, Satou Yunona remained overjoyed by her friend's arrival and being in the same class.

"Is Kiana a foreigner?"

"Wow, your hair color is so pretty! Is it natural?"

"Your eyes are so beautiful!"

"Does Kiana speak Japanese well? I can show you around campus!"

"Ah, Kiana, you already knew Satou before! I'm so jealous, where did Satou meet you?"

Questions from the people around flooded in. Kiana calmly and selectively answered them. Although her expression was habitually cold, her words were polite and elegant, completely different from her usual casual demeanor when she was lounging on a Honkai plushie playing games with Su Qing'an.

Of course, being polite and elegant also meant being distant.

So, even though Kiana was a bit perfunctory and casual with Satou Yunona, she still considered the girl a friend. Satou Yunona had a certain understanding of this, so Kiana's perfunctory coldness all turned into tsundere cuteness in her eyes.

Hmm, when falsehood becomes truth, truth also becomes falsehood; when truth becomes falsehood, falsehood also becomes truth.

Whether Kiana was genuinely tsundere or genuinely disgusted was a matter of opinion, for the wise to interpret.

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