All of this had a premise: sitting here was the person himself.
But no matter how troublesome, Dubian Che would go to solve it, he had already made up his mind.
"Today is the last day, any classmate who has not submitted their progress investigation please do so as quickly as possible."
No important matters, the early class meeting ended with Xiaoquan Aonai emphasizing not to slack in studies.
Dubian Che, Kiyono Lin, and Jiutiao Meijie welcomed their first break-time after becoming classmates.
Under the intermittent attention of others in the classroom, Dubian Che turned his head back.
Jiutiao Meijie rested her elbow on the desk, hand propping up her face, looking boredly out the window at Shinjuku District.
Kiyono Lin took out a book, flipped to the page marked with a rose petal, and started reading as usual.
"Why did you come back today?" Dubian Che asked curiously.
"Report to me what you’ve been doing during this time," Jiutiao Meijie replied, still looking out the window.
Dubian Che reached out and took her hand that was supporting her head: "I’ve got something I need to tell you."
"So you did do something to betray me." Jiutiao Meijie looked at him unmoving, a cruel smile on her lips.
With his back to the rest of the classroom, Dubian Che smiled in a way that only Jiutiao Meijie and Kiyono Lin could see.
He gently squeezed Jiutiao Meijie’s delicate and soft hand, saying:
"No matter what, I will always be by your side."
"Who knows," Jiutiao Meijie said with a tone of disdain.
Dubian Che smiled even more joyfully, squeezed her hand again, turned around, grabbed a notebook he wrote last night from the drawer, and handed it to Jiutiao Meijie.
"What’s this?" Jiutiao Meijie glanced at the notebook, her charming and forceful eyes questioning.
"Take a look," Dubian Che didn’t explain.
Jiutiao Meijie held the notebook with both hands, flipping through carelessly.
About ten seconds later, she looked up at Dubian Che: "Your novel?"
Kiyono Lin chuckled softly.
Without moving, Jiutiao Meijie glanced at her with a gaze.
To an ordinary person, this gaze would have already instilled fear, but Kiyono Lin continued to read leisurely.
"...I see it can be interpreted this way," Dubian Che muttered to himself, then explained, "These are facts, the events of this week."
"Facts?" Jiutiao Meijie repeated the word.
"Just finish reading it," Dubian Che pointed to the notebook.
Jiutiao Meijie gazed deeply at him and continued to read.
In it, Dubian Che wrote a lot of information about Xiaoquan Aonai herself having forgotten these memories, basically reaching the pinnacle of reversing the phrase ’frequent defeats into frequent battles’ in text.
These, of course, couldn’t deceive Jiutiao Meijie.
The one who hadn’t seen through the lies had long since developed the ability to grasp the crux of the problem.
Two minutes before class, she finished reading.
"When she comes, come to me," Ichiki Aoi, who was eavesdropping, had absolutely no clue what Jiutiao Meijie meant by this sentence.
Friday’s first session was Xiaoquan Aonai’s English class; everyone had assembled.
As usual, the sixteen-year-old "Xiaoquan Aonai" made her entrance around the same time.
Today she was calm and unhurried, having said hello to her future self the day before, not to test out in class!
But her sitting posture, the way her eyes looked at people, and the concentration during class were entirely different from before.
Jiutiao Meijie’s face grew colder and colder.
If she had not read the notes given by Dubian Che beforehand and been somewhat prepared, she would have definitely called someone to deal with Xiaoquan Aonai immediately.
A woman who had entered her man’s body.
Using his body to breathe, to speak, tasting food with his tongue, going to the bathroom... Hadn’t she already explored all over his body?
The unknowing "Xiaoquan Aonai" was half-listening to the lecture, assessing her future self’s teaching level.
As she sniffed Dubian Che’s arm, confirming whether this body had bathed last night, Jiutiao Meijie inhaled deeply.
She was at her wit’s end, incapable of thinking about anything else.
It was at this moment, a weight suddenly appeared on her knee.
Jiutiao Meijie looked down, a beautiful cat had crawled from under her desk onto her pleated skirt.
Anyone who liked cats or was even slightly compassionate couldn’t resist the charm of this cat.
Jiutiao Meijie made her move to help the cat.
She grabbed the cat by the neck and pulled it out from under the desk.
The Dubian Cat raised its paws, the gesture meaning: I surrender, let’s talk.