Chapter 14: Unexpected or Not-So-Unexpected Transfer Student?

Unexpected or not-so-unexpected transfer student?

"Anyway, is it really okay?" Qing Qing Xukong sat on the chair at the dining table, leaning back and asking Yan.

"There won't be any problems," Yan replied while drinking coffee.

"If I go to school alone, won't I be targeted by those so-called End Beasts?"

"Nothing will happen. That guy Ling Yu will naturally handle it. The relevant procedures are being processed; you just need to go to school as usual."

"Is that so..." Qing Qing Xukong looked at Yan's expression; it didn't seem like he was brushing him off, and Yan wasn't the type to do such things anyway, but... it was already night, so why was he still drinking coffee...

"Well then, I'll go to bed first..."

"Mm..." Yan continued flipping through the documents in his hand, replying absentmindedly.

"Uh..." Qing Qing Xukong walked to the second floor, pausing for a moment as he looked at Ling Yu's door.

"This guy... isn't here today?" Qing Qing Xukong felt a trace of loneliness, but he quickly drove such thoughts out of his mind; anyway, the guy's absence should be a stroke of luck for Qing Qing Xukong.

Qing Qing Xukong had truly arrived at the classroom safely. Judging by his experiences over the past few days, he had expected to encounter those inhuman monsters on the way again. Yan had mentioned arranging procedures; could it be that someone had been secretly assigned to protect him?

"Yo, Qing Qing Xukong." An unexpected greeting interrupted Qing Qing Xukong's wandering thoughts; he looked up and found a familiar face.

"Mm..." The person who interrupted Qing Qing Xukong's contemplation was Mocheng, one of the few friends Qing Qing Xukong had. Incidentally, even counting Yan and Ling Yu, Qing Qing Xukong's total number of friends was a pitiful single digit.

"What's wrong? Why do you look so drained?" Mocheng casually sat in the seat in front of him; this guy had been sitting in front of Qing Qing Xukong since the first year of high school, and that remained the case now.

"Probably because I stayed up late," Qing Qing Xukong said with a smile. Talking with friends indeed lifted one's spirits, far better than some god, just like realizing how wonderful good health is only after falling ill.

"Second year already... I originally thought we'd be split into different classes, but it turns out it's still the same familiar faces." Mocheng looked around at the noisy classmates and said.

"At least for me, it's a good thing." Qing Qing Xukong looked at the bustling crowd, never having felt his classmates were so kind and approachable; perhaps it was the effect of these past few days.

The bell rang, the noisy crowd gradually quieted down, Mocheng turned around to face the front, and the classroom door was pulled open almost simultaneously.

The homeroom teacher adjusted his glasses and walked into the classroom. He was a Chinese teacher in his thirties, about the age where one should be married. Perhaps because he loved his work too much, he never had time to solve that issue, yet his reputation among the students was still quite good.

"Ahem, I believe everyone doesn't want to hear some grand principles, so I'll explain briefly. Since you are still in the same class, naturally you must help each other and study together. Mm, and today a transfer student has arrived; treat her just like any other classmate." The homeroom teacher placed his teacup on the podium, glanced over the students below, and explained briefly.

"Eh, a transfer student? That's really rare."

"A transfer student at this time of year?"

"Shouldn't a transfer student have nothing to do with the timing?"

"Could it be a handsome guy?"

"..."

"Alright, quiet down. Discussion can wait until after class. Now, come in." The homeroom teacher tapped the desk and looked toward the door, saying.

The homeroom teacher's words caused the entire class's gaze to focus on the classroom entrance.

At that moment, the door opened with a small sound.

The students held their breath for an instant.

Qing Qing Xukong slumped onto the desk, muttering, "No way..."

"Then, introduce yourself."

The transfer student nodded, picked up a piece of chalk with her slender, pale fingers, and let the chalk glide across the blackboard. The students followed her movements with a mindset of missing not a single instant.

Neat handwriting, slightly elegant, appeared on the blackboard.

Ling—Yu

"My name is Ling Yu; please take care of me." Ling Yu said, bowing her head gracefully.

"Then, you will sit next to the student in the second-to-last row on the far left, by the wall." The homeroom teacher looked at Qing Qing Xukong and said. His intention was undoubtedly good; due to Qing Qing Xukong's habits in dealing with people, he had successfully driven away countless people who wanted to approach him, including some women who had feelings for him, so the seat beside him had always been empty. The homeroom teacher had also educated Qing Qing Xukong many times, hoping he would change his habits, and it seemed he was trying to change Qing Qing Xukong again this time.

"So... the so-called procedures were this guy's enrollment procedures?" Qing Qing Xukong muttered, looking at the ceiling.

Under the surprised gazes of everyone, Ling Yu sat down beside Qing Qing Xukong, and the originally quiet class began to buzz with noise again.

Qing Qing Xukong endured the various gazes from around him: some jealous, some surprised, and some hoping their son would become a dragon???

Qing Qing Xukong looked forward; Mocheng was looking at him with a benevolent expression.

"Great, Qing Qing Xukong... finally, finally." Mocheng choked up as he spoke, his expression unable to hide his joy.

"What is all this about..." Qing Qing Xukong leaned on the desk and sighed softly.

Ling Yu, meanwhile, flashed a mischievous smile at Qing Qing Xukong.

"Well then... desk mate, please take care of me?"