“Classmate, can I sit on the inside?”

These words suddenly rang in the ears of Huang Canran, who was deeply engrossed in a melodramatic novel.

The speaker’s voice was slightly low and hoarse, sounding a bit rock-and-roll, but the tone was extremely polite. Most importantly—the source of the sound was incredibly close to him.

So Huang Canran subconsciously looked over toward the voice, only to be unexpectedly met with a face that looked thoroughly wicked and delinquent.

Single eyelids, with drooping outer corners.

His pupils seemed a size smaller than ordinary people’s, and the excessive amount of the whites of his eyes made him look exceptionally unruly and rebellious…

Most importantly, he had dyed his hair an exaggerated shade of blonde.

At first glance, Huang Canran felt this person looked familiar. With his second glance sweeping over the novel cover in his hands, he couldn’t help but raise the book in shock, holding it right in front of the newcomer. His gaze darted back and forth between the two, as if confirming something.

“Holy shit——!”

“Did my fictional character transmigrate into reality?!”

Listening to the bespectacled boy’s shocking declaration, Lin Zhu abruptly fell into silence: “…”

First of all, shouldn’t he be the one making that complaint?

Secondly, in that fleeting glance just now, Lin Zhu sharp-eyedly noticed that one of the characters on the cover looked extremely similar to his own appearance.

For instance… that delinquent, world-weary face, that glaringly bright blonde hair, and those overly sharp, exceptionally feral-looking canine teeth.

The novel’s cover featured a vertical two-person composition.

The guy who looked very much like him was currently pinning another aloof male wearing a white shirt against the corner of the wall. Using a highly domineering posture, he had the other party’s hands pinned back, rendering him completely unable to move.

Meanwhile, the white-shirted man had a light flush on his face, the corners of his eyes brimming with tears. His expression was full of bewilderment and the inescapable despair of being trapped… The image perfectly complemented the book’s title, flawlessly highlighting the novel’s theme.

The system spoke up with the tone of a gossiping neighbor eating melon seeds:

“Eh, this little classmate has great taste. You can tell at a glance it’s a campus ABO, top student x academic god, and it’s even a forced-love trope… Tsk tsk tsk, quite thrilling.”

Lin Zhu once again wore a mask of pain. It was as if he had dreamt back to the moment he read the original novel on the light screen yesterday, where the exhaust fumes of a speeding car were frantically slapped onto his face, beating him until he was covered in dirt and grime.

The lines between the text practically spelled out half the criminal code.

…The ABO world truly is a very avant-garde art form.

After this interruption, Lin Zhu finally managed to take his seat smoothly, and inexplicably gained a massive amount of favorable impressions from his new desk-mate.

“So you’re that ghost classmate who’s always absent during roll call?” Huang Canran held his book, tilting his head to strike up a conversation with his desk-mate. “Awesome. It’s rare for you to actually attend a class, yet you didn’t even bring a schoolbag or textbooks… By the way, how much money did your family donate to the school?”

That last sentence wasn’t sarcastic at all; rather, it was full of genuine admiration.

Lin Zhu: “…”

Actually, he didn’t want to come empty-handed either.

But even the cleverest housewife can’t cook a meal without rice.

His new desk-mate wore a pair of black-framed glasses and seemed quiet and a man of few words, but that was all an illusion. He had a goofy personality and was exceptionally chatty; once he started talking about melodramatic novels, he would go on endlessly.

At the end of it, he even wanted to recommend his personal favorites to Lin Zhu.

Lin Zhu silently and politely declined: “No thanks, can I borrow your textbooks to take a look?”

“Take your time.” The other party was very easygoing. With a wave of his hand, he pulled out a stack of brand-new textbooks from the deepest part of his desk drawer. “Anyway, we don’t really use these teaching materials much, and we don’t need to take the college entrance exams.”

Lin Zhu flipped through them hastily, discovering that the content of the core subject textbooks was practically identical to his original world—still the familiar knowledge points, the familiar formula.

He could almost recite them backward fluently.

The system, like a female ghost who had been quiet for a long time, suddenly had its voice drill out from some unknown well:

“Host, why don’t you open the biology textbook and take a look? There might be a surprise.”

Hearing this, Lin Zhu already had a bad premonition in his heart, but he still followed the instructions and did so.

If asked, the reason was that he was also curious.

Lin Zhu flipped the pages one by one, his perpetually stoic face remaining unmoved by the eight winds, until he flipped to the very back and saw the chapter discussing the physiological structure of Omegas and how they conceive and give birth…

Lin Zhu’s expression could finally no longer be maintained, gradually cracking apart.

The textbook didn’t just contain textual explanations; alongside it were detailed, color-printed anatomical diagrams of the Omega reproductive cavity and womb structures, as well as the developmental process of the glands.

Below the diagram was a line of small text in the notes:

[The reproductive cavity of a male Omega is typically hidden deeper than that of a female Omega, hence the conception rate for male Omegas is lower.]

Lin Zhu instantly felt like a despairing illiterate. He recognized every single word, but looking at them put together, he could only bewilderedly utter that resounding golden quote.

“…Huh???”

The system was a system that had seen the big scenes. It consoled him with a very reassuring tone: “Host doesn’t need to worry about this. No matter how deep it’s hidden, according to your body data, there definitely won’t be any problems~!”

Its remark made Lin Zhu deeply feel what it meant by ‘being completely out of place in this world due to not being perverted enough’.

In his original world, it wasn’t that he hadn’t encountered sex education, but the current educational environment dictated that such science popularization was implicit and restrained.

Besides that, he had also watched those kinds of videos, but after watching them two or three times, he found them dull and tasteless.

It was nothing more than two fleshly bodies intertwining and exercising.

There was no love between them, only sex.

From the bottom of his heart, Lin Zhu felt: Once you’ve seen it, it’s just so-so. If you’re idle with nothing to do, you might as well grind through two more sets of practice exams.

Right now, although this book world had a similar structure to his original world, the addition of the ABO setting directly cast a layer of animalistic, barbaric color over the entire society.

——Fixed monthly heat periods and susceptibility periods required people to relieve them through licking, biting, or sexual intercourse, or at the very least, relying on suppressants to cope.

This also led to people living in the ABO society having a very widespread, in-depth understanding of human physiology and intimate behavior, making them much more straightforward and open about it.

Furthermore, the high school period spanned the three years of adolescence from ages 16 to 18. Sooner or later, students would undergo secondary differentiation upon coming of age, and their sexual characteristics would fully mature…

Therefore, providing detailed scientific explanations on marking, conception, and childbirth in biology textbooks became a highly important and reasonable matter.

Lin Zhu understood, Lin Zhu accepted, but Lin Zhu felt bewildered.

Men getting pregnant and having children was an absolute impossibility in his conceptual framework. But in the ABO world, it had become a default, common-sense objective fact.

He inevitably thought of Yan Ruoyun.

Just as the man’s figure surfaced in his mind, the homeroom teacher happened to walk in through the front door of the classroom in her high heels, interrupting his thoughts.

“Class, it’s time to begin.”

The homeroom teacher was a woman in her thirties. Standing behind the multimedia podium holding a stack of foreign language teaching materials, she had just looked up when her gaze was drawn to that glaringly bright blonde head below, instantly forgetting what she was about to say next.

“…Lin Zhu?”

She had a very deep impression of this student who was perpetually absent and whom she had only seen a handful of times—when he enrolled in his freshman year, he was assigned to a regular class. However, within a few months, he got into conflicts with a few classmates and swiftly transferred into the study-abroad prep class.

For the past two or three years, he had constantly been in a state of half-leave and half-truancy; he was rarely seen.

Following this call of ‘Lin Zhu’, everyone in the class turned their heads in unison to look at Lin Zhu.

Because his desk-mate had chosen a seat in the very last row against the wall in order to slack off and read novels, Lin Zhu instantly saw the faces of all his classmates, as well as the crowd’s unfamiliar and curious gazes.

To them, Lin Zhu was a ghost classmate. Although they hadn’t interacted with him much, they had always heard about his romantic rumors, especially the ones that had been spreading widely on the internet recently… They couldn’t help but feel the urge to eat melons [gossip] live on the scene.

Under the scrutiny of dozens of eyes, Lin Zhu silently stood up, bowed to the homeroom teacher on the podium, and politely greeted: “Teacher Fan.”

Then he silently sat back down.

Having scoured his memories, Lin Zhu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, thankfully.

Aside from the teacher on the podium, there was no one in the entire study-abroad prep class who was well-acquainted with the scumbag ex-husband. He wouldn’t have to deal with interpersonal relationships constrained by the character’s background; he could just develop freely.

Mainly, the enrollment targets for this prep class were mostly students whose families had some money but lacked deep roots. Families belonging to the same social stratum as the Lin family had very strict requirements for their descendants, cultivating and educating them from a young age. Even if they relaxed their discipline over their young children, they wouldn’t turn out too badly.

As the saying goes——

The higher the social class, the higher the demands placed on their descendants.

For example, the Yan family, Yan Ruoyun.

Somehow, Lin Zhu’s mind took a few turns and once again thought of that person.

The duration of one class period passed very quickly.

After class, Lin Zhu followed right on the heels of the homeroom teacher out of the classroom, telling her about his desire to apply for a class transfer.

The homeroom teacher’s expression was very surprised. She asked in confusion, “Why do you suddenly want to transfer to the regular class? The teaching objectives of the prep class and the regular class are different, and so are the teaching materials. You’re already a senior…”

“It won’t work, it won’t work.” She shook her head. “Even if I agree, will you be able to keep up with the learning progress of the regular class? There are only eight or nine months left until the domestic college entrance exams. You can’t just act on whatever whim pops into your head!”

From the homeroom teacher’s perspective, every word of her advice hit the mark.

But Lin Zhu knew what his own situation was.

Therefore, for the rest of the day, he didn’t just look for the homeroom teacher once. Instead, after every single class, he went to the faculty office to wait for her. He kept at it until school was dismissed, and finally got a definitive answer.

“Let’s do this then. I’ve discussed it with the grade directors,” the homeroom teacher told him with a serious expression. “The midterm exams are in exactly one month. If you can test into the top 200 of the grade, the school will agree to let you transfer to the regular class.”

The student population of this elite private high school couldn’t compare to other public schools; calculating by the ratio of students, the requirement of reaching the top 200 wasn’t considered too harsh.

Lin Zhu had already flipped through the textbooks and felt confident there would be no problem. He nodded very decisively: “Sorry to trouble you, Teacher Fan. I’ll come find you again when the results are out.”

Only when he had walked far away did the homeroom teacher belatedly withdraw her gaze. She couldn’t help but sigh to the subject teacher next to her, “God, this student of mine… why does it feel like I’m only just meeting him for the first time today?”

It really felt as if he had magically transformed into a completely different living person.

The teacher next to her was much older, his hair already half white. He had taught countless students, and his eye for judging people was sharp and experienced. At this moment, he was holding a thermos cup, responding with a beaming smile: “Young people, you know…”

“According to my experience, there’s a high probability he’s started dating.”

“Haha, Professor Xu sure is experienced!”

“Wasn’t that top city scholar from a few years ago also doing it for…”

The teachers who heard their conversation chimed in, chatting about interesting student anecdotes while packing up their things to get off work.

Laughter filled the office.

Meanwhile, Lin Zhu was hugging his newly issued full set of textbooks, walking toward the school gates.

At this time, the sun was setting in the west.

The dusk had burned down until only a slight residual warmth remained.

He stepped on his own shadow to cross the main gate. Just as he was about to turn left and head in the direction of his residence, a streak of rich, vibrant red abruptly crashed into his peripheral vision.

That red was even more dazzling and radiant than the sunset clouds on the horizon. Like a cluster of dancing flames, it gradually filled Lin Zhu’s hollow, bored eyes with light.

He saw Yan Ruoyun sitting in the driver’s seat of that familiar red Ferrari. The car window was half-lowered, revealing only half of his face.

Those peach blossom eyes were hidden in the hazy shadows, suddenly curving up into a smile when Lin Zhu looked over, as if saying——

“…”

Lin Zhu couldn’t hear clearly anymore.

The sound of the wind brushed past his ears.

With both arms hugging the heavy textbooks, his footsteps light and airy, he jogged over toward him.