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Monday, July 7

Final exams were over, but since our grades hadn’t been released yet, we still had to attend classes.

Half-asleep, I was rudely awakened by a notification on my phone. I glanced at my alarm clock—7:56.

That sight shocked me till I practically launched out of bed.

Biyang Girls’ Academy Affiliated Boys’ High School required students to be on campus before 8:20—

Past that time, and you’d be officially marked as late, and handed a disciplinary penalty.

That’s right. A disciplinary penalty just for being late!

This crappy school was garbage in every way, except when it came to enforcing discipline—they were ridiculously strict about that.

Back when Tangerine was still a cat, she’d always wake me up around 7 AM, demanding food and everything.

Looking back now… she was way more effective than any alarm clock.

Last night, Haitang texted me to check in, saying Tangerine had settled in well at her place and would even be enrolling in middle school next semester.

I couldn’t help but feel a little emotional.

Just yesterday, she was my pet cat, and now—just moments later—she was about to become a middle schooler.

I unlocked my phone and saw a bunch of missed calls and messages from Zhao Zhao.

After rushing through my morning routine, I grabbed a piece of toast, stuffed it in my mouth, and bolted out the door.

At least the door lock had been fixed—though the door panel itself was still held together by duct tape.

For now, the only real security I had left was the metal gate in the yard.

“Yo~ Eating toast on the run? Not bad! If you took off your glasses, you’d totally be the heroine of a shoujo manga!”

The one teasing me was none other than Zhao Zhao.

Despite being just as late as I was, he was still standing outside my yard waiting for me.

“Cut the chatter! Just run!”

8:06 AM.

We had exactly 14 minutes to make it through the high school gates before we were marked late.

The problem?

That damn hag, Huangfu Yuehua, had strategically placed the boys’ school entrance near the back gate of the girls’ academy, just to prevent boys and girls from meeting on the way to class.

Since our village was closer to the girls’ school’s front gate, getting to the boys’ school meant running an entire lap around the school’s perimeter.

“No~ rush~”

Even though time was ridiculously tight, Zhao Zhao strolled along casually.

His unshaken calm, as if a collapsing mountain wouldn’t faze him, made me slow down.

Maybe he had a plan?

Adjusting an imaginary beard, he took on the air of a grand strategist and spoke.

“I’ve found a shortcut!”

“What shortcut? Spill it.”

“Heh heh~ We just need to climb the rock garden inside the girls’ school and jump off the other side. That’ll drop us right into the forest behind the boys’ school gates!”

“The rock garden? But the side facing the boys’ school is a cliff! Plus, there’s an electric fence at the top—it’s impossible to climb!”

“Exactly! That’s why security there is light!”

The way he explained this so smoothly…

How many times has this guy tried climbing that damn cliff?!

And as for how we’d even get into the girls’ school?

His plan was painfully obvious—he wanted me to turn him into Zhao Lei, while I removed my glasses and snuck in as a girl myself.

“But the school uniforms for boys and girls are different.”

I reminded him, hoping he’d see the flaw in his stupid plan.

“Not a problem! I already prepared for this exact scenario—I’ve got two sets of girls’ uniforms hidden away!”

He patted the oversized backpack on his back and flashed a knowing grin.

Like hell you “prepared” for this!

Before yesterday, you couldn’t even fit into a girl’s uniform!

And where the hell did you even get them?!

Biyang Girls’ Academy uniforms were priceless collectibles for certain enthusiasts.

And your parents didn’t beat you to death for smuggling these home?!

Most importantly—

I absolutely refuse to crossdress!

Not even a little bit!

Does this pervert have no sense of male pride at all?!

Wait, of course he doesn’t.

He already wore a dress yesterday…

“Sigh~ this guy is hopeless.”

Zhao Zhao sighed in disappointment but gave up trying to convince me.

Instead, he simply ran alongside me—

Even though, as a muscle-bound jock, he could have easily outrun me and made it on time himself.

“Commander, now that you have a notebook that can turn people into women, you’re not thinking of getting back at Tan Rinka?”

He spoke effortlessly, while I was barely keeping up.

“Hah… hah… That guy wears a dress… every day… If anything, he’d probably be thrilled.”

Seriously—what was Tan Rinka’s deal?

Does he have some unknown background?

Why was he allowed to wear the girls’ uniform in a strictly disciplined boys’ school?

“You’ve got such a god-tier tool in your hands, and you’re not even thinking of using it properly?”

Zhao Zhao kept pressing the topic, but I was too exhausted to argue.

We ran for seven or eight minutes, and my weak-a̲s̲s̲ body finally hit its limit.

“Muri¹! I can’t run anymore!”

Even though we were just jogging, I wasn’t used to long runs.

Gasping for breath, I leaned against a railing, panting hard.

8:15 AM.

Just one more turn, and we’d reach the school gates—

But if we did not keep up the pace, we wouldn’t make it in time.

“Commander! What are you doing, Commander?! Don’t stop now!”

“Forget me, Zhao Zhao! I’m done for! Just go on without me!”

“No! The word ‘abandon my precious comrade’ does not exist in Zhao Zhao’s dictionary!”

“That’s four words, dumbass!”

“Get on my back, Commander. I’ll carry you!”

He dropped his massive backpack, knelt down, and offered me a piggyback ride.

I stared at his sweat-soaked uniform and…

“My friend, I appreciate the offer… but I refuse!”

“One of my favorite things in life is telling self-righteous fools… NO!”

Ride on his back and press my face into his sweaty shirt?!

What kind of medieval torture is that?!

I’d rather take the disciplinary penalty!

He scowled as he turned back to face me.

“Tch. Like I wanted to carry you anyway! Fine, let’s run!”

“Wait—no! Don’t pull me! I really can’t—!”

Ignoring my protests, Zhao Zhao yanked my arm and dragged me forward.

With my body at its limit, my legs barely functioned, wobbling and nearly tangling together as I stumbled along.

I must have looked like a drunk man attempting ballroom dancing.

But then—

There it was! The school gates!

Our last hope!

But just as hope bloomed—

Despair followed.

The security guard was shutting the gate.

“We’re going in hot, Commander! ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!”

Zhao Zhao’s art style was suddenly changed into a shounen manga protagonist.

His linework thickened, his shadows deepened—

Zhao Zhao had entered JOJO mode!

And as he charged forward, I—like a windswept carp streamer—was dragged through the wind.

Of course, in reality, no one can actually yank another person into the air like that. That’s just exaggerated manga physics—kids, don’t try this at home.

But thanks to Zhao Zhao Joestar’s heroic efforts, we barely managed to dash through the school gates under the bewildered gaze of the security guard—just in time.

After that brutal morning sprint, my body was completely boro-boro da²—beaten and battered.

“We did it! We actually made it!”

“Zhao Zhao, I gotta hand it to you—I’m impressed!”

At that moment, the sense of accomplishment was probably on par with winning an Olympic gold medal.

I was this close to throwing myself into this sweaty gorilla’s arms and sobbing with joy.

But just as I caught my breath—

“Zhao Zhao… and if I recall correctly, you’re Chang Kai?”

A cold voice cut through the moment.

Standing before us was a sharp-eyed boy wearing frameless glasses and a red armband—the mark of the Disciplinary Committee.

Yan Liuzhuan.

Despite only being a first-year, Yan Liuzhuan had already ascended to the position of Head Disciplinary Officer and had made it his mission to ‘cleanse’ the school of its so-called depravity.

His most heinous crime?

Seizing and burning countless contraband doujins.

If the boys’ school was a pressure cooker of suppressed desires, then his crusade was like clamping the lid down even tighter—just waiting for the inevitable explosion.

The guy himself was utterly indifferent to everything, and rumor had it that he was a hardcore ascetic—so devoted to abstinence that he insisted everyone else should suffer along with him. How messed up is that?

“You two may have made it inside the gates,” he said, his tone both flat and unforgiving, “but according to the clock, you’re still late.”
He jotted both our names down in his notebook and declared:

“One warning penalty each.”

“Come on, man! We nearly killed ourselves to make it!” Zhao Zhao protested, jabbing a finger at me, half-dead on the ground.

“Look at him! Can’t you cut us some slack for trying so hard?!”

Yan remained unmoved.

“Results are what matter. And the result is—you were still two minutes late. Don’t blame me. Everything I do is to mold you into better students.”

“Oh, so we should be thanking you now?”

“No need to be so polite. It’s my duty.”

I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or just genuinely obtuse, but he accepted my mockery as a sincere compliment.

“Forget it, Commander,” Zhao Zhao sighed, pulling me off the ground and even dusting off my uniform.

“This guy’s a damn robot. Every time I got caught sneaking in, I begged him to let me off just once—but it never worked.”

No wonder he knew your name immediately…

But hold on—