Class Monitor... Is Just a Tall, Hard County Magistrate!

Sigh...

Removing his helmet, Xia Yan let out a sigh of relief. He glanced at his watch; they still had plenty of time.

It wasn't even 1 PM yet, with ten minutes to spare. Fortunately, Hua Xin's home wasn't too far from here.

As the motorcycle came to a stop, Hua Xin couldn't help but shiver. The hands hidden in their sleeves clutched tightly at their sides, protecting their kidneys.

(Are we there yet? Don't dig out my kidneys??)

(Why is it so quiet?? Is this even China?)

Xia Yan parked the motorcycle and gently patted Hua Xin's... well, where should he pat?

Maybe it's best to avoid physical contact...

The outstretched hand froze in mid-air, then slowly retracted.

Everyone's social anxiety was different.

Some people, like those with "corn syndrome," were pessimistic about the world and focused on their own pain.

Others appeared normal in everyday life, but they might just be "playing" a role. Once they lost the context of that role, they could experience extreme psychological distress.

Clearly, Hua Xin's situation was more severe than the isolation and bullying he had experienced in middle school.

After a brief silence, Xia Yan looked at Hua Xin, who was tightly protecting themselves with their clothes, and said with a hint of gentleness in his voice, "It's time to get off."

"Our classroom is on the fourth floor. Most people have the habit of arriving early, so there aren't many people around right now."

"Being late would negate all our efforts. You'll have to make up today's attendance next week."

Hearing Xia Yan's words, Hua Xin looked up with a bit of confusion, peering through their hair to get a clear view of their surroundings.

Trees, a road, rows of bicycles, a building, and...

(People people people people?!...??)

The girl turned her head as if a robot with a stiff neck. A remarkably handsome and sunny face suddenly appeared in her vision, smiling slightly at her.

(No, handsome... who are you, creepy guy?)

The spirit of male competition ignited within Hua Xin's heart. Their momentarily muddled consciousness suddenly cleared up.

How could there be someone more handsome than her?

Although she only glanced for a moment before looking away, that sunny and approachable smile was incredibly dazzling to the girl...

It was like... like a shut-in basement dweller, only able to boast online and peek at others' happy lives, suddenly encountering Peng Yuyan – muscular, rich, handsome, sunny, and athletic!

Her fists clenched.

Hua Xin remembered that this was the class monitor who had brought them to school.

The girl silently and slowly lifted her left leg to the other side of the bike, using her right leg to support herself on the ground.

(Class first... class first...??)

(Then I can go home. ??)

(I need to stay away from him... his 'normie' aura will kill me??)

Xia Yan watched Hua Xin move silently and picked up the girl's backpack.

Why was it a bit heavy...

He shook the backpack curiously, but the next moment, he heard a faint scream.

Thump.

Hua Xin, who should have been standing on the ground, was now sprawled on the floor, one shoe having fallen off, revealing a small white sock dusted with a bit of dirt.

Xia Yan immediately walked over to the girl with the backpack and anxiously helped her up, saying, "Are you okay? Hua Xin?"

(It hurts so much, so much, so much, so much, so much????)

(I'm going to die, I'm going to die?? Where's the ambulance, where's the ambulance??!)

The girl nodded, then recoiled as if shocked, pulling away from Xia Yan's touch. She then stood up, easily slipping her foot into the oversized shoe and standing to the side.

"That's good..."

"Shall we go to class?"

Xia Yan breathed a sigh of relief and then led the way with her backpack.

However, he had very keenly noticed something off about the scene just now...

Even though Hua Xin was shorter than him, were their feet also that much smaller?

The shoes also seemed to be a poor fit, and... what was that sound just now? ??

It sounded a bit... like a girl's voice?

Then, Xia Yan dismissed the bizarre and unrealistic thought from his mind.

What was he thinking?? He had seen Hua Xin's file. Although the photo made them appear somewhat thin and androgynous, the word "male" was clearly stated.

They were even assigned as roommates.

Hua Xin remained outwardly calm and composed.

But in reality, tears had already soaked through her mask. She was too afraid of the pain to control her urge to cry out loud??.

However, they were still outside, so she had to wait until she got home to cry.

(Silently shedding tears.)

(My knees hurt so much.)

(Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu??...)

"Ding."

The elevator doors slowly opened. The classroom wasn't far, just the first one to the left after exiting.

Xia Yan thoughtfully led her in through the back door.

(I can't see anything, I can't hear anything...)

(I'm a big banana, big bananas are delicious??, big bananas are fun, the feeling of a big banana is truly wonderful, they are all cabbage, I am a big banana...)

Hua Xin silently hugged her schoolbag and huddled in the corner of the last row, burying herself in random thoughts to escape reality (poor thing).

"Ring ring..."

"Oh, class is starting, right."

The white-haired old man reading at the podium stood up and adjusted his glasses??.

"Let's call the roll."

"Xia Yan."

"Here."

Xia Yan, sitting beside Hua Xin, raised his hand.

But his calm and gentle voice still startled the girl.

(What's going on...??)

(What are we doing now?)

"Hua Xin."

Hua Xin flinched as if struck by lightning, pressing herself tightly against the wall.

(King Yama... King Yama is calling the roll??)

(I'm still young??)

"Here."

Xia Yan pointed a finger at the girl beside him.

The white-haired old man glanced at the corner of the room with a puzzled look. Then, as if remembering something belatedly, realization dawned in his eyes, and he didn't press further.

"...Xiang Guan... Here! ...Mu Feng... Present! ...Chen Hao... Right here! ..."

"Don't worry, Teacher Wang is very nice, and Director Li already told him about you beforehand, so you don't need to be scared."

Xia Yan said, leaning on his desk with his face turned towards Hua Xin, who was hidden by her schoolbag.

Seeing the girl hiding like a startled little animal, he couldn't help but chuckle softly.

It's very, very difficult to step out of a world of isolation and self-fear.

As if suddenly thinking of something, Xia Yan saw that Hua Xin still hadn't answered him, so he took out his phone and sent a message.

"Buzz buzz."

Her phone vibrated in her pocket.

Huh?

Hua Xin stopped her wandering thoughts and took out her phone from her pocket.

Xia Yan: "How about we chat on vx?"

"This is quite interesting too."

The girl hesitantly raised her small head and saw Xia Yan smiling.

His sunny smile, like a curvature engine generated by the explosion of a solar atom black hole, made her immediately lower her head.

(He wants to chat with me?)

(Does he want to be friends with me...)

(But why...??)

She was currently disguised as a boy...

(Could it be??)

(I've been exposed?)

But Hua Xin still replied to Xia Yan, very honestly and cutely??.

Hua Xin: "Okay..."

He was right across from her. If she refused, wouldn't she be unable to leave the classroom and be tied to a chair and severely bullied??.

The class monitor in the classroom... is like a tall and strong county magistrate??!