"Miyuki, Dubian, he's okay, right?"

"At the preliminary check, everything is normal, but considering you said he suddenly fainted, to be safe, we should still take him to the hospital later for a detailed examination."

"Should we contact his parents?"

"Aonai, don't worry just yet, let's wait until after the examination. If it turns out to be nothing, wouldn't it be needless worry for his parents?"

Miyuki? Dubian? Aonai?

Where is this?

As I opened my eyes, it was an unfamiliar ceiling, clearly nothing special, but the direction of its lines, the clean walls, they all had a sense of luxury.

At the tip of my nose was a hospital-like smell.

The tip of my nose... What's going on? Were my deep breaths always this long?

"Xiaoquan Aonai" subconsciously touched her throat.

The skin smooth, the neck strong and slender, the little finger touched a well-defined collarbone, but what was that the index finger touched?

A bulge? A tumor? No, that's not it—it's an Adam's apple!

With panic and awakening, "Xiaoquan Aonai" sensed more things out of place:

The chest, gone?

"Xiaoquan Aonai" frantically patted her chest.

The shirt felt fine and smooth, the fabric high-end, but, but, but!!!

That white rabbit that had gotten super cute since high school, gone?!!

And, that strange and chilling discomfort between the legs, what was that?

"Xiaoquan Aonai" held her chest with her left hand and trembled as she reached down there with her right.

"Let's see how he's doing first, shall we? Once he wakes up, we'll take him to the hospital."

The curtains were drawn back, Xiaoquan Aonai, Akiko, Miyazaki Mieko, three 25-year-old young female teachers, froze in their tracks.

The scene before them:

"Dubian Che" was touching his chest with one hand and the other inside his pants, expression void.

"Ssshh—" Xiaoquan Aonai pulled the curtain closed again.

"That little punk!" Akiko's face turned red quickly, her voice a bit urgent, "He dared to do that kind of thing while listening to our voices!"

"Listening to our voice..." Xiaoquan Aonai couldn't continue.

"Exactly, you can't... No, that's not right! Dubian, you're not allowed to do that kind of thing at school!" Xiaoquan Aonai snapped back to reality and aggressively pulled the curtain open again.

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"Xiaoquan Aonai" sat in the passenger seat, looking at the unfamiliar scenery outside the car window.

The daylight was obscured by tall buildings, traffic lights everywhere, stylish taxis, bridges crowded with people, along with all sorts of foreigners.

The scenes flashing by left her dazzled.

Tokyo, one of the world's busiest cities, the number one in the Island Country!

Completely—without seeing enough, the car entered the parking lot of an apartment.

"Xiaoquan Aonai" couldn't wait to get out of the car, looking up at this ten-story apartment.

"Is this 'my' (my) place?"

"'My'?" Xiaoquan Aonai repeated "Dubian Che's" self-reference in confusion, "What's wrong with you today? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"Xiaoquan Aonai" remembered then, 'she' is now 'he'.

Male self-reference, boku? ore? jibun? sessha?

It should be boku.

"'Boku' (I) live here?" "Xiaoquan Aonai" asked again.

"Yeah, what's wrong with you?" Xiaoquan Aonai said with concern.

"Ah, it's nothing, it's nothing." "Xiaoquan Aonai" reminded herself not to do anything too ordinary, otherwise, the dream would end.

Such a realistically vivid dream, it's the first I've ever had, I definitely won't let it end so easily!

"Right, this car, is it mine, no, yours?" "Xiaoquan Aonai" pointed at the car they had come in and asked Xiaoquan Aonai.

The person before her resembled her quite a bit, with the same name, Xiaoquan Aonai, probably a setting of herself after starting work.

'Not bad, not bad, "With delicate features, eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, a pair of eyes as clear as lake water, neat and shiny black hair, a voice that's criminally enthralling, and lips that make you want to steal a kiss", and more, and more... Ah, I should read more novels.'

"Xiaoquan Aonai" sized up Xiaoquan Aonai from top to bottom, putting every word she could think of at the moment to use on her.

Never would a woman truly praise another woman so sincerely.

'Well—just don't know what's the annual salary? Do I have a boyfriend who "is so stunning that one forgets to breathe for a moment", "when he jokes with you carelessly, his eyes are slightly lifted, exuding an unstrained air, and no one can guess what he's thinking about"?'

Xiaoquan Aonai looked at Dubian Che's alternating appreciative and contemplative gaze and frowned with worry.

"Haven't I told you before? This is the car Akiko, Miyuki, and I bought together, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm forgetful, forgot."

"Xiaoquan Aonai" looked at the two who came down from the back seat, Fujiki Akiko and Miyazaki Mieko.

Why would I dream of these two?

Although they all went to the same school since childhood—there was only one primary school, middle school, and high school in town—there was hardly any interaction among them.

Whatever, after all, it's a dream, anything is possible.

But why would I dream of turning into a boy? And having become teachers and students with her? Even living in the same apartment?

Could it be that I have the legendary "Narcissus Syndrome"?

Wanting to date myself, to embrace, to kiss, to do... that something?

"Xiaoquan Aonai" looked across at herself, appreciating, but could only imagine hugging each other at most; anything more would feel disgusting.

It wasn't until she entered the apartment lobby that she snapped back to reality.

As expected of a dream, it felt like her brain was much more agile, recalling the term "Narcissus Syndrome" that she had seen a long time ago without meaning to.

But, isn't this lobby a bit too luxurious?

Spacious sofas, huge chandeliers, and there's even a fountain and free coffee!

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