Monday, Start of a New Week – Yuanyue Academy
"Good morning, Sister Shiyu!"
"!!"
"Sister Shiyu, have you had lunch?"
"!!"
"Sister Shiyu, are you heading to your elective class?"
"Squeak!"
"Sister Shiyu, about—"
"Mmph...!"
As the sun set in the west, Yan Huan had just finished his volleyball class and was about to greet Ye Shiyu, who was carrying her backpack and heading toward the school gate.
But the moment he opened his mouth, her eyes widened in panic.
She quickly glanced around, her face turning bright red, and then lowered her head and bolted toward the gate.
Before Yan Huan could even finish a sentence, she had vanished from his sight like a startled little bird.
"Meow~"
A phantom black cat wearing a yellow scarf appeared on Yan Huan’s shoulder. Watching Ye Shiyu flee in embarrassment, it turned to him and said,
"Yan Huan, you’re so bad... You knew Ye Lan forbade her from talking to you. If she does, he’ll expose everything she did. And yet, you pretended not to know and kept trying to chat with her all day..."
Yan Huan turned to Meow-chan, only for the little cat to pat his cheek with its paw, sighing,
"You scared her so bad she's about to cry. She’s damned if she talks to you, and damned if she doesn’t."
Yan Huan smirked and replied,
"Well, she abused hypnosis so much before, always starting fights with a zero-frame advantage... But seriously, Aunt Ye’s two-hanger correction technique was way too ruthless. She beat my Sister Shiyu into a scared little chick."
Ye Lan’s two 'Personality Correction Hanger Strikes' had instant results, turning Ye Shiyu into a model student—at least for now.
Yan Huan ruffled Meow-chan’s head, then continued,
"And it’s not like I was just messing around. I was so busy with Spencer’s Hentai Club last week that I didn’t notice Ye Shiyu didn’t show up for her own club..."
"She probably doesn’t have the energy to care about that, meow."
"Yeah, and if she keeps avoiding me like this, Phase Three of the plan won’t work... That’s still a hidden risk."
Yan Huan took out his phone and glanced at the time.
"I’ll ask her about it on Plane later."
"Meow~"
"Speaking of which, I wonder how Spencer’s Hentai Club is doing. I think she’s back today, right?"
Spencer was supposed to be suspended for a week. By the rules, she shouldn’t be back until Tuesday.
But somehow, she had returned early on Monday, and the School Board just let it slide.
"The smell of corruption is getting thick, Hermes Principal..."
As Yan Huan debated whether to check out the Club Activity Building, someone suddenly patted his shoulder lightly from behind.
"Slap~"
He turned around—but there was no one there.
Just as he was frowning in confusion, Meow-chan—perched on his other shoulder—suddenly let out a "Meow!"
Yan Huan had a bad feeling and was just about to turn his head when—
A bright-eyed girl with star-like irises suddenly appeared in front of him, hands clasped behind her back, bending slightly at the waist.
"Pop~"
She chewed her bubblegum, her playful smile growing as the pink bubble inflated and popped.
"Yan Huan."
It was Bai Yi.
Yan Huan blinked in surprise for a moment, then smiled.
"Bai Yi, you came to school today?"
"Uh-huh~"
Still smiling, Bai Yi straightened up, brushing some loose strands of her long black hair behind her ear.
"But I just got here. I was busy with something this morning."
Yan Huan checked the time, then looked back at her.
"But all the electives are already over, and you’re not in any clubs... What are you doing at school this late?"
Bai Yi paused for a second, then puffed out her cheeks slightly.
"Meow?"
Meow-chan tilted its head at her cute reaction, looking confused.
Then, Bai Yi suddenly turned her back to Yan Huan, clasping her hands behind her once again.
As she slowly walked forward, she said,
"Hmm, why indeed? Let me think... Ah! I guess it’s because I still haven’t joined a club, so I wanted to ask my bestie if they’re still accepting new members.
"And also, there’s a school project tomorrow. I skipped it last week, so I wanted to ask you about it..."
Yan Huan looked at her and instantly saw through her excuse.
He asked directly,
"Idol—this wouldn’t have anything to do with your music video shoot, would it?"
"......"
Bai Yi, who had been casually walking ahead, suddenly froze in place.
She slowly turned back toward him, her cheeks still slightly flushed and her lips pouting.
"...Idol stuff... well, I guess that’s one of the reasons..."
She hesitated for a moment before finally admitting,
"I thought if I brainstormed with you, I might get better ideas for the MV shoot..."
Idols are so easy to read.
She could’ve just messaged him about it on Plane. After all, he wasn’t involved in the design process.
Since his face wouldn’t be shown, she could film however she wanted. He would just show up at the right time and follow her lead.
But since she had already brought it up, Yan Huan didn’t see any reason to refuse.
After all, she was a Modifier user, and her mother—who was like a ticking time bomb—could be plotting something.
Today might as well be a "Modifier After-Sales Service Visit."
"No problem. I was just about to head to the Club Teaching Building. If you don’t mind, we can talk while we walk."
Out of sight, Bai Yi’s pout deepened slightly.
She had originally planned to take him somewhere quiet, order two milk teas, and have a relaxed conversation over drinks.
But now, this was starting to feel like a corporate field inspection.
"This is way too business-like..."
But then—
"Actually, a lot of my friends are over there. I’ll introduce you to them."
Hearing this, Bai Yi’s eyes lit up slightly.
A merging of social circles…
Love wasn’t just about two people.
It wasn’t just about physical or emotional compatibility—it was about their entire worlds intertwining.
Step by step, romance deepened as their social circles merged—introducing each other to friends, meeting family, and earning acceptance.
So, from Bai Yi’s perspective, Yan Huan personally introducing his friends to her was undeniably a good sign.
Could it be...
That everything Uncle Jiang said was unnecessary?
That she didn't need to do anything at all?
That just by being the Student Council President, handsome, and an academic overachiever, Yan Huan would naturally confess to her?
"Ahem—"
Bai Yi quickly snapped out of it.
She was getting way ahead of herself—stay calm...
She coughed lightly, suppressing the wild fantasies of the little person in her heart, keeping her expression composed as usual.
She quickly caught up with Yan Huan, who was leading the way, and together, they walked toward the Yuanyue Academy Club Activity Building.
A Short Time Earlier – Yuanyue Academy’s Moonbell Clock Tower
"Dong~ Dong~ Dong~"
The iconic Moonbell Clock Tower of Yuanyue Academy chimed, signaling that the afternoon elective classes were about to end.
In a tiered lecture hall, a round-glasses-wearing female teacher with a slightly chubby face stood behind the podium, smiling at the students below.
Behind her, the whiteboard displayed the title of the elective course:
"Introduction to Buddhist History"
"Traces of Buddhism in Gandhara"
Instructor: Lin Wanwan
Lin Wanwan was a Dragon Empire national who had come to Linmen for further studies after completing university.
Like most almost-thirty-year-olds, her life had been full of ups and downs.
She had many good things in her life.
And many headaches as well.
✔ Successfully completed a PhD.
✔ Landed a high-paying teaching position at an elite academy.
✔ Gained permanent residency in Linmen.
✘ Regretted majoring in the humanities.
✘ Struggled with Linmen’s high cost of living.
✘ Suffered from a romantic drought.
✘ Held the longest reigning title of "lonely queen" in her social circle.
But overall, her life was still on an upward trajectory—the future looked bright.
"Ding ding ding~"
At that moment, the alarm on her phone rang softly, pulling her out of her thoughts and back to reality.
Lin Wanwan smiled warmly and gently reminded the students,
"That’s it for today’s class. Don’t forget—your assignment is due by midnight tonight. Each of you needs to submit a report on ‘Gandhara Buddhism.’"
"Got it~"
The students below began chatting amongst themselves:
"Hey, are you writing about those artifacts from your house?"
"Yeah, my dad just collected a few new Gandhara relics, so I figured I'd use them for the assignment. But honestly, I have no idea what to do for the final paper..."
"No worries, I’ll ask my mom to bring in some Buddhist scholars to guide us. We’ll write it together and aim for all A’s."
"Bro, you’re a lifesaver! Thanks!"
At Yuanyue Academy, grades were based on a ranking system, where only the top 30% could receive an A.
Subjects with more flexible grading criteria generally favored wealthy, internally admitted students, since they had ways to outcompete others creatively.
In contrast, subjects that relied purely on exams slightly favored external students from poorer backgrounds.
Slightly.
Because the wealthy internal students weren’t just rich—they were also brilliant scholars.
Take Yuanyue Academy’s Spring Entrance Exam for example.
Among the top 20 first-year students, only six were externally admitted—including Yan Huan and Yaqiao Mu.
The rest?
All heirs and heiresses of powerful families.
This meant that external students quickly felt the crushing weight of the academy’s hypercompetitive environment.
Many of them, who had once dominated their home districts, found themselves struggling just to stay mid-tier.
Without grades as their advantage, their lack of wealth, connections, and polished social skills became an insurmountable gap.
That said...
This year's batch of external students seemed to be doing better than usual...
Lin Wanwan shifted her gaze away from the privileged internal students, turning to look at a different group.
One student, wearing glasses, was packing up his things. On his desk, an anime waifu game was still open, its smiling mascot character waving at him.
That was the Student Council’s accountant—Yaqiao Mu.
Beside him, a short-haired blonde girl stood up and looked at him.
The Disciplinary Committee President—Aixi Li.
"Oi, nerd. What are you doing after class?"
"...Heading to the Club Building. I haven’t finished inventorying all the club equipment yet."
Yaqiao Mu shut off his phone, adjusted his glasses, and shot Aixi Li a displeased look.
"Speaking of which, isn’t your Disciplinary Committee way too free these days? Everyone’s busy, but you seem to have nothing to do!"
Aixi Li smirked and replied,
"Please. Once the Club Competition starts, we’ll be the busiest of all. We’re just taking a well-earned break for now. Okay?"
"Tsk..."
"Whatever. Hurry up and finish packing, let’s go."
"Huh? You’re free, aren’t you? Why are you going to the Club Building too?"
"Obviously! I have to go to my club! We’re training, unlike you computer club nerds, who just sit around watching anime all day!"
Yaqiao Mu’s face turned red, like he wanted to defend his club’s honor.
But then he thought about it…
And realized she was right.
Damn it… Those guys keep sharing torrents in our group chat, my hard drive is almost full...
"Yaqiao-kun~"
Just as Aixi Li and Yaqiao Mu were about to leave, a cute girl in a JK uniform walked over to them.
She pressed her palms together, blinked her right eye playfully, and smiled apologetically at Yaqiao Mu.
"Umm, Yaqiao-kun, could you send me your assignment later? I just need it for reference, I promise I won’t copy! Please, please~"
Her voice was sugary sweet, and with the head tilt and one-eye wink, she had sweetheart vibes written all over her.
Aixi Li shuddered, rubbing her arms as if she had goosebumps.
Yaqiao Mu blinked, then said,
"Sure, I’ll send it to you on Plane later..."
"Are you serious?"
Aixi Li turned to glare at Yaqiao Mu in disgust.
"Huh?"
Yaqiao Mu looked at her blankly, still holding his phone.
Aixi Li clicked her tongue, about to roast him—but then, the girl suddenly spotted something and changed her mind.
"Ah, actually, never mind. It’s okay, Yaqiao-kun... I’ll just figure it out myself. Bye-bye~"
"...?"
Yaqiao Mu watched her leave, raising an eyebrow as he put his phone away.
Aixi Li grinned mockingly and said—
"You really haven’t changed, huh? Always the nice guy. I thought you only liked 2D waifus? What’s this—your so-called devotion just melts the moment a real girl acts cutesy?"
Yaqiao Mu immediately raised his hand in protest.
"Hey, don’t make me sound like some thirsty animal… I’ve said it a million times—I have zero interest in 3D girls!"
"Right… so you let her order you around like a dog but still claim you’re not interested in real girls?"
Yaqiao Mu rolled his eyes, gripping his phone.
"Not wasting my time arguing with a violence-brained musclehead like you… I just think keeping good relationships with certain people isn’t a bad thing.
"They have wealth and connections—who knows, they might be useful to me in the future."
"…Fair point. But still, when I hear the term ‘pathetic otaku,’ your face automatically pops into my head.
"Honestly, since we started high school, I’ve been convinced—you are NEVER getting a girlfriend, nice guy."
Yaqiao Mu glanced at her, then smirked, throwing back a counterattack.
"If that’s how you see it, then none of us in the Student Council stand a chance at dating, right?
"Especially you. The whole school knows you as the crazy violent girl. Everyone avoids you like the plague... Tsk tsk."
Aixi Li’s forehead veins bulged. She clenched her fists, about to deck him—
But then something clicked in her mind, and she hesitated.
"Speaking of which…"
Her eyes narrowed in thought.
"Have you noticed something weird between the President and Vice President lately?"
"Huh? You mean the President and Ying Gong…?"
Aixi Li nodded.
"At first, I thought You Anlina was just joking.
"But the more I think about it… the way the President and Vice President interact… it’s too in sync."
Hearing this, Yaqiao Mu scoffed.
"If they’re dating, I’ll eat my phone."
"…Stop trying to scam free meals out of me."
"Aixi Li, men understand men.
"I know President Yan—he's just like me. A hardcore member of the G-cup faction."
"……"
"In my opinion, what the President really likes… is that ‘childhood friend who fell from the sky.’
"Think about it—how does the childhood friend trope ever lose?!
"Those sneaky feline types don’t stand a chance! I mean, just look at that… holy hell…"
"…You’ve rotted your brain with anime."
Aixi Li was done with this conversation. She picked up her stuff, ready to leave—
But then, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed something.
A round-glasses-wearing teacher had been standing nearby for… who knows how long.
"AHHHH!! L-Lin… Teacher Lin?!"
Aixi Li jumped back, startled.
Yaqiao Mu also whipped around and, upon seeing her, immediately hid behind Aixi Li.
"Sh*t?! When did you get here?!"
Lin Wanwan smiled warmly, adjusting her glasses.
"Ahaha… I heard you two were heading to the Club Building, so I thought I’d tag along…"
She waved casually, then asked,
"By the way, I saw that girl asking for your assignment just now…"
Aixi Li side-eyed Yaqiao Mu.
His face turned pale, and he panickedly blurted out,
"Teacher Lin, I swear I didn’t do anything! I’ve never given anyone my homework before, and I never will! Please don’t deduct my grade!"
Aixi Li also straightened up, speaking in his defense.
"Teacher Lin, Yaqiao didn’t have the guts to actually give her his homework.
"And besides—with me around, that won’t be happening again."
Lin Wanwan was briefly surprised, then smiled.
"You two are overthinking things.
"I wasn’t going to scold you—I just wanted to ask if you were being bullied by the internal students.
"This kind of thing used to happen a lot in past years."
She started counting on her fingers, listing examples.
"Forcing external students to write their papers for free, having them do assignments while the internal student slaps their name on it…
"One guy nearly dropped out because of that."
Both Yaqiao Mu and Aixi Li were momentarily speechless.
Lin Wanwan chuckled and reassured them,
"But honestly, this year's cases haven’t been as extreme.
"Still—if anything happens, remember you can always come to me.
"I’ll help however I can."
Yaqiao Mu’s face reddened slightly, while Aixi Li smirked and joked,
"Teacher Lin, have you studied psychology or something?"
"Nope.
"But I’m a naturally optimistic person—no matter what problems arise, I never back down.
"So, in the past, a lot of my students would come to me to talk about their troubles.
"They said it helped."
"Got it."
With that, Yaqiao Mu and Aixi Li packed up their things and left the classroom, joining Lin Wanwan as they headed to the Club Building.
Halfway there, Yaqiao Mu—ever the detail-oriented one—suddenly remembered something.
He turned to Lin Wanwan and asked,
"By the way, Teacher Lin—why are you going to the Club Building?"
"Oh, right! I was invited to be a club advisor.
"So from now on, I’ll be checking in weekly."
"Eh… Can’t imagine you taking on something so thankless…"
Lin Wanwan just smiled, not mentioning how she got the job.
That Afternoon
A group of uniformed Golden Lion Group staff arrived at Lin Wanwan’s office, placing a heavy suitcase in front of her.
"Teacher Lin, we sincerely invite you to become the advisor for the young miss’s club.
"We hope you will fulfill your responsibilities as a teacher—guiding the young miss, keeping her on the right path, and most importantly…
"Preventing her from getting expelled."
Lin Wanwan adjusted her glasses and looked at them seriously.
"I’ve heard about Spencer’s situation, and I sympathize.
"But honestly, my schedule is packed during club hours.
"I think you should find someone else."
The staff completely ignored her response.
Instead, they opened the suitcase, revealing stacks of neatly arranged cash.
"Teacher Lin, this is your advisor’s fee.
"If the young miss avoids expulsion, there will be a second payment of the same amount.
"All we ask is that you properly supervise the young miss—making sure she engages in healthy, productive, and successful club activities.
"That’s all. Simple, right?"
Lin Wanwan’s pupils contracted slightly.
She pressed her lips together and looked at the staff members again.
She had been about to refuse.
But…
But the amount was just too much.
And so—Lin Wanwan successfully got the job, becoming the advisor of a brand-new club.
Back in the Present
"Wow…"
"Becoming a club advisor is such easy money."
"Is this what the world of rich people is like?"
"The drop rate is insane!"
Humming a cheerful tune, Lin Wanwan walked into the Club Building, chatting happily with the single-threaded-brained Yaqiao Mu.
Behind them, Aixi Li frowned, rubbing her chin, sensing that something wasn’t right.
"Wait… All club advisors were already assigned a month ago."
"So why did Teacher Lin suddenly get assigned this week?"
"Did a new club get formed recently…?"
…Wait.
There actually was one!
Her eyes widened.
"Eh? Teacher Lin, is it on the second floor?"
"Yep! Room 201."
"Wait... The biggest unused classroom on the second floor?!"
"Hehe, yeah, I think so. It’s my first time here too."
Aixi Li’s eyes widened, her face growing increasingly pale.
She looked at the two people in front of her—smiling, clueless, completely unaware of the impending disaster—and instinctively raised her hand to warn them.
"Wait a second, um... Yaqiao, Teacher Lin…"
"Huh?"
Hearing Aixi Li call out, Yaqiao Mu immediately turned around.
The first thing he saw was Aixi Li sweating bullets, her expression frantic.
"Wh-What’s wrong?"
Yaqiao Mu looked at her, confused.
But behind him, Lin Wanwan didn’t stop for a second.
Her hand was already on the door handle.
"Teacher Lin, wait!! This isn’t just any club, this is the Hentai—"
Aixi Li lunged forward to stop her.
But she was too late.
"Click~"
The door swung open.
With a polite smile still on her face, Lin Wanwan looked inside—
And was immediately greeted by an entire room filled to the brim with stacks upon stacks of indescribable, pixelated material.
Hentai.
Mountains of it.
And because she had suddenly opened the door, the massive tower of books wobbled for a second—
Then collapsed.
Like a tsunami of censorship bars, the entire pile came crashing down toward Lin Wanwan.
For a moment, Lin Wanwan’s mind went blank.
It was as if she had just swallowed an entire flashbang, her consciousness consumed by a holy light of degeneracy.
At the same time, her physical body was engulfed by the avalanche of forbidden literature.
"AHH!! GET BACK!!"
Yaqiao Mu’s face went pale as he shouted in horror.
Aixi Li, also shocked speechless, grabbed Yaqiao Mu by the collar and launched herself backward, retreating several meters to avoid being buried alive by hentai.
Her mouth hung open as she looked at the scene inside the room.
Inside the ocean of fallen doujins, Spencer was also staring outside with a completely horrified expression.
"You… You guys…"
Aixi Li couldn’t even bring herself to yell at Spencer.
She just frantically looked down at the "Hentai Sea" and shouted,
"Teacher Lin! Are you okay?!"
Buried in the center of the hentai pile, Lin Wanwan groaned, rubbing her aching head.
Her hand randomly grabbed one of the books next to her.
And the moment she saw the cover,
Her mind short-circuited.
This…
What the hell was this?!
"SPENCER! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! WHY IS THIS ROOM FULL OF HENTAI?!!"
"I-It’s, um… uh… that… uh…"
Spencer scratched her head nervously, unable to come up with a decent explanation.
But Lin Wanwan, still sitting dazed in the pile of books, suddenly muttered,
"H-Hentai…? So this is hentai? Wait a second… does that mean ‘Hentai Club’ literally means—"
Her vision blurred.
And then—
A flashback hit her like a truck.
She remembered that moment—
When those men from Golden Lion Group placed a heavy suitcase in front of her.
"Teacher Lin, we sincerely invite you to become the advisor for the young miss’s club.
"We simply ask that you guide her toward healthy, productive, and successful club activities. This should be simple, right?"
At that time, Lin Wanwan had hesitated.
Her hand had shakily reached out toward the suitcase.
"I-It does seem pretty simple…"
But just as she was about to touch the money,
The Golden Lion Group men had pulled the suitcase back slightly.
"However, let’s be clear upfront—if you fail to meet even this simple request, the Chairman, all the way across the ocean, will be very disappointed in you."
Lying in a mountain of hentai, Lin Wanwan's hand went limp.
The book in her hand slid to the ground.
Her eyes lost focus, her body slumped down like a melting candle.
"Teacher Lin?!"
"Teacher!! Are you okay?!"
Hearing the shouts, Lin Wanwan mustered the last of her willpower, using every ounce of strength she had left to force a few words out of her throat—
"I… I want to resign..."