She kept sneaking peeks at Ichiki Aoi's test paper and then looking at Kiyono Lin with pleading eyes.

With only five minutes left, Xiaoquan Aonai gave up, resting her head on the desk, preparing to enact the "fall asleep and immediately wake up" act from a night ten years ago.

Could anyone actually sleep like that? Kiyono Lin wondered.

Five minutes later, just as the ancient literature teacher was about to speak after closing his tea cup lid, Kiyono Lin saw Dubian Cat disappear in his sleep.

"Mr. Dubian, please read the passage to everyone," the ancient literature teacher said.

"..."

"Mr. Dubian, Mr. Dubian, the teacher is calling you," Ichiki Aoi gently called Dubian Che's name.

Dubian Che calmly opened his eyes and calmly stood up with his test paper.

"The meaning of 'It is better not to have been an official than to be maligned as one' is..."

He explained a lot, very accurately.

The paper was blank; having just woken up; intentionally reading the question again to stall for time and clear his mind... Kiyono Lin was somewhat satisfied with Dubian Che's performance.

But…

"Mr. Dubian," the ancient literature teacher doubted himself, his tone uncertain, "I meant for you to read aloud the text, not answer questions."

"...." Dubian Che, still calm, began to read the text, "'The son of Wang Yuanzhi, Jiayou, held a pavilion position, usually appearing foolish and dull...'"

He hadn't finished reading when the classroom erupted in laughter.

Saito Keisuke was banging on the desk; Kunii Shuichi from the first group tackled, holding his stomach in laughter; the class representative pushed up his glasses.

Ichiki Aoi giggled continuously; other girls exchanged looks, giggling while watching Dubian Che.

Before Dubian Che could finish, the ancient literature teacher said,

"Why don't you stand up for a while?"

"Yes." His reply, slightly dejected, Dubian Che put down the paper.

The laughter grew louder.

Even Kiyono Lin showed a slight smile.

This guy, how does he always manage to cause a commotion.

Until the class was over, Xiaoquan Aonai hadn't returned.

"Teachers can't be trusted, huh." Dubian Che had stood for half the class; the moment he sat down, he turned to Kiyono Lin to complain.

"It was your own fault for misunderstanding the teacher's question," Kiyono Lin said, her tone schadenfreudishly delighted.

"It's only the first week of school; how could I know the new ancient literature teacher's style?"

While speaking, he conveyed with his eyes that "Besides, I haven't attended his class before."

"Your teacher in the first grade for ancient literature was Senji, right?" Ichiki Aoi turned to face Dubian Che and asked with a smile.

"Yes, that's him."

"Senji taught our class in the first grade too, and his habit was to have students directly answer questions. Mr. Dubian, you just lost to experience; your reaction was actually quite quick."

"I'm flattered, the quick reaction was mostly thanks to Miss Kiyono," Dubian Che modestly said.

"What do you mean by that?" Kiyono Lin challenged.

"Sorry, my attitude was wrong."

Kiyono Lin glanced at him, seemingly barely satisfied.

Dubian Che turned his gaze to Ichiki Aoi: "See? Apologizing before God Kiyono gets angry is a reflex that I've developed with practice."

"Ha ha! Mr. Dubian, you were too funny today, completely unlike your usual self," Ichiki Aoi giggled.

"Mr. Dubian," Kiyono Lin brushed off her shoulder.

"I was wrong, I apologize to you, I'm not..."

Xiaoquan Aonai came online.

She looked at Ichiki Aoi, who was laughing, and then at Kiyono Lin, who had a cold, beautiful face.

"What's this..." she asked Kiyono Lin with an inquiring look.

"Mr. Dubian," Kiyono Lin pulled out a hardcover book, "once the club recruitment ends next week, please be prepared to mentor the Woodwind Group."

After speaking, she started reading her book, putting up a metaphorical wall around herself to tell everyone not to disturb her.

"Mr. Dubian, she's not really mad, is she?" Ichiki Aoi asked in a low, worried voice.

"What's wrong with her?" Xiaoquan Aonai looked confused.

"It's all because you teased her."

"Me?" Xiaoquan Aonai pointed at herself.

"Yes."

"This guy... No, wait, with my relationship with Miss Kiyono, how could she be mad about some teasing?"

"Ha~~" Ichiki Aoi pointed at Dubian Che, a "gotcha" expression on her face, "are you admitting to something with Miss Kiyono?"

"This... haha." Xiaoquan Aonai scratched the back of her neck awkwardly.

"But you really are daring, when Jiutiao returns to school, you'll be monitored by two people," Ichiki Aoi said, her tone full of anticipation.

For this matter, Xiaoquan Aonai was also very troubled.

Dubian Che assured her not to worry, promising that Jiutiao Meijie would not hurt her future self, but in Kiyono Lin's story, Jiutiao Meijie was like a demon.

Who knew if she might suddenly make a move?

Even if she didn't make a move, what if she caused the school to expel her future self?

For this level of revenge, would Dubian Che still stand by her side?

Moreover, Xiaoquan Aonai secretly harbored a thought, or rather, a defiant determination—she must act in a way that Jiutiao Meijie could not see through!

One day, no, perhaps from midway, Kiyono Lin was convinced she was not Dubian Che;

It was only their second meeting, though Mayi Asuka didn't know she wasn't Dubian Che, she had said, "I don't love you anymore." Yet as soon as Dubian Cat appeared, she immediately threw herself at him.

Upon further reflection, Dubian Che's girlfriends all seemed a bit off. Thinking this, she who could occupy his body...

Stop this thought here!

Xiaoquan Aonai would definitely not become a lover!

Jiutiao Meijie, Dubian Che's official girlfriend, must at least not recognize her for a week!

For this, she must seriously mimic Dubian Che.

During the lunch break, Xiaoquan Aonai didn't go to the Human Observation Department but went to the teachers' office to find herself.

As soon as she entered, Akiko pounced towards her, but she hadn't had time to react before her body dodged on its own.

Akiko, with an "ow," plopped bottom-first onto the floor.

"Akiko, what are you doing?" Xiaoquan Aonai had no interest in the female teacher's bottom.

"You little brat, who gave you the right to call me Akiko?" Akiko said painfully as she rubbed her waist and stood up.

"Are you alright?" Xiaoquan Aonai said with a mix of amusement and concern, helping Akiko to sit down.

Akiko waved her hand, seemingly in too much pain to speak for a moment.

"What is she doing?" Xiaoquan Aonai asked Xiaoquan Aonai.

"It's nothing." Xiaoquan Aonai said with a bitter smile.

"Nothing? There is something!" Akiko glared at Xiaoquan Aonai discontentedly. "Have you forgotten about the time during the winter camp when this kid hid under the stove? Aonai, I absolutely won't allow you to be with this kid... unless he breaks up with Jiutiao Qingye."

"This is the office, what are you saying!" Xiaoquan Aonai nervously scanned her surroundings and whispered in embarrassment.

The office was sparsely populated at noon, with just a few individuals attending to their own tasks.

Rubbing her waist, Akiko huffed and said no more.

"Mr. Dubian, do you need something from me?" Xiaoquan Aonai looked towards her past self.

"Let's go to the meeting room," Xiaoquan Aonai suggested.

"Alright."

The two left the teacher's office.

"Aonai, don't be fooled by him again!" Akiko called out from behind.

"Got it," Xiaoquan Aonai responded helplessly.

They found an empty meeting room, and Xiaoquan Aonai poured two glasses of water.

"What is it?" she asked.

Xiaoquan Aonai pursed her lips, hesitating slightly:

"You were Mr. Dubian's homeroom teacher during his freshman year, I want to know what kind of person he is usually."

Xiaoquan Aonai looked at her sixteen-year-old self, whose eyes held a girl's reluctance and stubbornness.

Thinking back to the morning's events, Xiaoquan Aonai was uncertain what to do for a moment.

But, since after this month she would forget everything, being a little stubborn wouldn't matter, right?

"The first time I met Mr. Dubian," Xiaoquan Aonai began, "was during the entrance exam interview."

It took place in a classroom on the second floor of the Goda teaching building.

With Mr. Dubian entering third in the whole year, the interview was superfluous; it was merely a formality. Regardless of how he answered, the school would accept him.

"Thus, when interviewing him, as the interviewer, we were quite casual."

"What did you ask him?" Xiaoquan Aonai asked curiously.

"I asked, 'Mr. Dubian, please tell us why you wish to enroll.'"

"Such a boring question."

"After all, it was a formal interview." Xiaoquan Aonai said with a gentle smile.

"And his response?" Xiaoquan Aonai asked.

"It was quite ordinary." Xiaoquan Aonai recalled that afternoon.

The handsome and clean-cut rural boy, dressed in his middle school uniform, sat calmly opposite her.

"Excellent grades mean I should attend the best school and be with the most outstanding peers." That was his answer then.

It's been so long since then.

Wait...he was still in middle school a year ago, is it really okay for her to be like this?

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