In the end Fang Tong still didn’t clearly explain the meaning of “god-tier weirdo” to Chu Xinxi. Ultimately the word carries different meanings for different people.

Unexpectedly Chu Xinxi refused to give up, seemingly caring a great deal about Fang Tong’s explanation.

Only after Fang Tong casually used her as an example, saying someone like Chu Xinxi would never be considered one, did she finally relent.

Resting her chin on her hand, Fang Tong turned her gaze back to the book, yet had no desire to continue reading.

‘Did I just step on a second landmine…’

But thinking about how talkative Chu Xinxi had been earlier somehow made her seem cuter.

‘Dangerous thoughts! The sun is meant to be shared. My tiny frame can’t withstand that much heat alone!’

Just as Fang Tong tried forcing her focus back onto the text, crisp footsteps sounded outside the classroom door.

Students seasoned by a year of high school all lowered their voices in unison.

That familiar heavy leather sole, it was definitely the homeroom teacher.

Sure enough seconds later the figure appeared and walked to the podium.

Short, slightly plump, neat short hair, gentle face, it was Shang Jing.

Sweeping the room, noticing several empty seats, her brow furrowed before matching the late arrivals mentally.

Though several transferred-in classmates sat present, the late ones weren’t among them.

‘Late on day one, those students would need a talk.’ The teacher thought.

Sensing her gaze, and having spent summer gaming instead of homework, Fang Tong avoided eye contact.

No help for it, summer homework’s greatest enemy is gacha game summer events and anniversaries.

Those cursed companies release reward-filled updates during holidays to milk students.

Miss logins, miss events, fall behind.

Fall behind and previous effort wasted.

Each game only takes an hour daily, but she has too many wives.

Favoritism is taboo!

Plus anime, manga, novels, music, vtuber clips…

Love cannot be compared, so she chose universal love!

It’s not that she didn’t love studying, society simply dumps productivity during vacations.

She tearfully abandoned homework, not because the summer storylines of her games were moving along!

Skilled hands slid the novel from the Chinese textbook into her desk, Fang Tong sat motionless like a rock.

“Seems everyone enjoyed vacation. As for the late few, they’ll handle classroom cleaning this week.”

After assigning punishment, Shang Jing opened the chalk box Tang Leyan brought and wrote on the board.

Raising her head, Fang Tong saw two elegant words, Welcome Meeting.

Without pause Shang Jing continued.

“Second year forms new classes after track selection. Most know each other but some new classmates and one transfer student are joining our family. Please introduce yourselves.”

She gestured to unfamiliar faces, then looked to the door.

Naturally curiosity centered on the newcomer.

Gazes converged, air almost warping.

Classic protagonist entrance, it was flashy.

‘Good thing I didn’t transfer or I’d socially die.’

At her call, the door opened and a figure entered confidently.

“Whoa—!”

“Hiss—!”

“No way!”

Gasps scattered before the figure even reached the front.

Sharp brows, angled eyes like polished blades, dark pupils gleaming. High nose bridge, defined lips.

Over 1.7m tall, upright like bamboo by a cliff.

If not for short black hair and skirt, none would guess she was female.

“How about it, I told you.”

Chu Xinxi whispered to the stunned Fang Tong, receiving no response.

As the transfer student arrived, others stepped forward, unconsciously forming behind her.

Seeing Fang Tong frozen, Chu Xinxi waved a hand before her eyes.

“Hello? You look more shocked than I was.”

“Oh… I’m here…”

Fang Tong snapped back, immediately ducking low, shrinking beneath the desk.

“Embarrassed? She’s a girl.”

‘Embarrassed? Terrified! Don’t see me… Please don’t notice me… At least not now…’

The instant she saw that face, two sets of memories surfaced. her former self and this body colliding painfully.

Both memories included the transfer student now introducing herself.

Details differed, confusing reality.

Both real, just in different bodies.

‘No many of these memories weren’t mine, I was male!’

Normally manageable, she’d learned separation, but this memory was too deep.

Worst of all, both memories held a major contradiction.

‘Lin Youyou. Yes, that name.’

Without hearing it she knew.

An acquaintance, no, best friend.

Two years apart yet unmistakable.

Once the only person she’d truly called friend.

They met in second grade when her school merged due to low enrollment.

Lin Youyou, though a girl, was the leader of the children, followed by snot-nosed kids taller than her.

Destiny forced interaction.

By fourth grade classmates grew fast and Fang Tong’s small build stood out.

She once believed growth would come, until the crossing.

Looking back, nothing was wrong with being small, physiques are mostly predetermined.

But in that environment events flowed naturally.

Like stories needing villains, classes needed targets.

Children acted playfully yet the consequences of their actions were cruel.

She’d been pushed down, verbally harassed, until fifth-grade class reshuffle improved matters.

Ironically they found someone else.

Resistance only intensified torment, like a bull charging red cloth to entertain crowds.

Yet recalling now she felt little resentment, just inevitable life.

Except for Lin Youyou.