After the bell jingled, the huge gymnasium gradually quieted down. Most students here were top scholars or from influential families, raised with strict discipline. Unlike ordinary schools, they never broke etiquette or lost control of their voices. Once the majority fell silent, the few chattering students sensed the shift and followed suit, plunging the hall into dead silence. Humans are herd creatures—that’s why sayings like "a lie repeated often enough becomes truth" exist.
Xia Chuan Yuan glanced around Class 2-1 and noticed most students were girls, with very few boys. It wasn’t just his class—others were the same. It felt like stepping into a land of women. The sheer abundance of female students was so surreal, he found it utterly bizarre.
"Hey, Ryo, why are there so many girls and so few guys here? That doesn’t make sense! Globally, the male ratio keeps rising while the female ratio drops. Scientists say every girl can find a boyfriend, but not every guy gets one—some stay single. It’s like three couples for every bachelor!"
"Don’t you remember? Sakurano High used to be Sakurano Girls’ Academy, a famous all-girls school. Only recently did it start admitting boys. As the saying goes, 'Yin alone cannot create, nor Yang alone sustain; thus, heaven and earth pair them.' It’s normal for the school to evolve slowly. Boys won’t outnumber girls overnight. Why ask this all of a sudden?"
"Nothing. I’ve just been tired lately, a bit foggy-headed. I’ll rest up and be fine in a few days."
"Quiet down! If it gets noisy here, teachers will notice—and everyone will stare at us!"
Keep a low profile. Thanks to Yuki Taichi’s intervention, Xia Chuan Yuan felt a weight lift off his chest. He hadn’t even grasped the surroundings yet, and standing out like that? In manga, such characters rarely survive beyond two episodes—unless you’re the protagonist, no one gets to be that special.
......
"Next, please welcome our principal, Sakurano, for a speech. Let’s give her a round of applause!"
Applause erupted as the host finished, jolting Xia Chuan Yuan awake. The seats were so plush, they felt like home. Sure, the opening ceremony was dull, but damn—every seat was luxurious! He’d never sat on anything this comfortable before. This school must be rolling in cash. Seriously, I’m not making excuses—it’s just that these seats are too damn cozy!
As Xia Chuan Yuan grumbled inwardly, a mature woman in her mid-thirties slowly ascended the podium. Cameras swiveled to focus on her. He grumbled again: Why cameras? It’s like a TV studio!
The big screen displayed Principal Sakurano: about 172 cm tall, dressed in a tight black business suit. Her height accentuated her curvaceous figure and proud curves. Her features were coldly beautiful, yet her eyes held an alluring warmth. This blend of contrasting styles only heightened her mature charm.
"Students, a new semester has begun. This year, you sophomores were freshmen, and new freshmen have arrived. This cycle allows you to grow and learn continuously! This year, you must..."
Principal Sakurano spoke of the school’s history, notable alumni, and its scale. Her voice was ethereal and melodious, carrying a queenly aura. After reading verbatim from her script, she stepped down from the podium to applause. She’d done this many times before—it seemed routine.
"Finally, our freshman representative will give a speech!"
Typically, the freshman rep is either a top student or stunningly beautiful—sometimes both. But Xia Chuan Yuan figured, since this used to be an all-girls school, it’d probably be a girl.
Sure enough, a girl walked up. She had long, straight black hair reaching her waist, stood about 162 cm tall, and wore Sakurano High’s formal girls’ uniform: a midi skirt paired with black stockings, accentuating her figure and grace.
The big screen showed her delicate features, radiating youthful energy. She’d likely applied light makeup, making her look adorably charming—like a female idol. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Xia Chuan Yuan swallowed hard and rubbed his nose. Since arriving here, he’d seen more beauties than in his past life—all top-tier. How to put it? It was just damn satisfying! Even if he couldn’t discuss astronomy in bed, feasting his eyes was great too. At least it kept him in a good mood, motivated to study harder.
As Xia Chuan Yuan thought these unbelievable words, Matsushima Ryo whispered beside him:
"Isn’t that Mizuki from our old school?"
As Xia Chuan Yuan’s gaze shifted, Matsushima Ryo continued:
"She was the class beauty at our old school. We had the 'Three School Beauties'—one from each grade, unless a year lacked a standout. Mizuki Ami was a year below us, the beauty of her grade. I never expected her to transfer here and become the freshman rep. No wonder—she’s smart and gorgeous. Why wouldn’t she come? I heard she has relatives here, which is why she enrolled."
Damn! This feels like a novel world! Three School Beauties—next thing you know, they’ll have Ten School Hotties, Twelve Guardians, Twenty-Four Vajras! At such a young age, acting like triad members!
"Hey, uh, Niang—wow, you know so much! You’d make a great journalist someday!"
"Of course. My family has connections in relevant industries—I know a lot. Also, why do your words feel so malicious? That nickname feels off!"
"You’re overthinking it, Niang. How about I call you 'Cross-dresser'? Or add 'Great' before your name—'Great Ryo'—to show your greatness!"
"It feels malicious somehow. It sounds nice, but my gut says to refuse. No way."
"It’s settled then, Cross-dresser. 'Ryo' doesn’t roll off the tongue. To show respect, I’ll add '-kun'. From now on, you’re Cross-dresser-kun."
"No, I refuse!"
"Refusal denied, Cross-dresser-kun!"
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After Mizuki Ami’s speech, it was the usual round of applause—felt like the third time already, his hands ached. Thankfully, the opening ceremony ended. Everyone headed back to their classes, and Xia Chuan Yuan followed the crowd to Class 2-1.
