I’m Xia Chuan Yuan. It’s already the second day of school.

The scorching sun blazed down as dawn broke, the first light spilling across the sky.

Nothing beats the comfort of home. Right now, I’m soaking in that thick, vibrant youthfulness—even though I was young before too. Forever eighteen (lol).

I closed my eyes, recalling the changes in my body.

From chats with my cross-dressing friend, I’d known I was nearsighted. But back then, my vision was perfectly healthy—definitely 5.2 acuity. I’d just pretended to wear new glasses, really just non-prescription ones I’d found at home. Only for a day. When I woke up today, my sight felt slightly stronger. I could see farther, yet close-up details remained sharp—no farsightedness creeping in.

Could I be developing eagle eyes already?

Then I remembered: I’d once wished for a "perfect physique." Had my cheat skill finally activated? Guess I’m a whale player now—ready to stomp noobs. Haha.

It wasn’t just my eyes. My memory had sharpened too. One glance or listen, and it stuck like a photograph. My brain felt like a biological computer, comprehension rewired.

In short, my learning ability had become extraordinary. Perfect, even.

Having a cheat skill really changes things. I glanced at my arms, then bolted from my warm bed to the bathroom.

Standing before the sink, I faced the mirror. The person reflected wasn’t yesterday’s me—not exactly. More like an optimized version.

Yesterday, my hair had been a messy, overgrown curtain hiding most of my features. Had my past self loved long hair? Or was I just too much of a shut-in to bother cutting it? Either way, it buried my looks.

After yesterday’s incident, I’d stopped for a haircut on the way home. Style matters for looks, after all. With my tangled mess, I clearly lacked artist-level hair skills—so I chopped it off.

Now, staring at the mirror, I saw someone undeniably handsome. Flawless fair skin, sharp jawline, sculpted features: a high nose bridge, deep captivating eyes, sensual lips—all blending into striking, three-dimensional beauty. My face fused delicate charm, rugged handsomeness, and ethereal grace. Different people would find different appeals in it. The proportions were golden-ratio perfect—like Apollo reborn, or God’s own masterpiece.

Okay, fine. That’s just me gushing over my own reflection. Truth is, I’m basically my old self upgraded. I’d found old photos at home: a clean-cut handsome guy, not drop-dead gorgeous but decently attractive. Just buried under neglect and laziness.

Now, though, anyone familiar could still trace my past self in these features. No sudden, suspicious changes—no one would accuse me of plastic surgery.

This was just one change. Guess "perfection" really means business. My starting line’s already ahead of others.

I checked my reflection again: eight-pack abs, lean muscle tracing my frame without breaking aesthetics. Perfect.

Oh, and I’d found a height measurer in the storage room. Gained three centimeters—now 183 cm tall. Legs must’ve lengthened.

Staring at the mirror, I recalled yesterday’s incident.

...

Yesterday, after cleaning the classroom, I checked my phone. One unread message. The contact read: [Most Beautiful Teacher Misuzu]. Fine, you’re pretty—I’ll let it slide.

The message said:

*Xia Chuan Yuan, we’ve found the reunion spot! Saint Lily Hotel, third floor, “Sacred Source Suite.” Don’t be late! —Your cutest teacher, Misuzu*

...Wait. “Most beautiful” suddenly became “cutest”? Women really are unpredictable. Gotta stay wary. Flighty women tend to be scheming—beneath that mature exterior beats a black heart.

I didn’t know where Saint Lily Hotel was. Time to search.

I pulled out my phone, first checking the hotel’s details.

*Saint Lily... Saint Lily... Ah, got it!*

Saint Lily Hotel: a five-star establishment under the Seito Group. Luxury business-travel hub with conference facilities, tourism services, and dining. Floors two and three plus the rooftop housed restaurants. The rooftop revolving eatery required advance bookings; floor two offered buffets; floor three held private suites.

Five-star? Must be pricey. But not my bill—time to feast like a landlord!

Back then, I was naive. I didn’t know how shameless Tsurumi Misuzu could be. Now I realize: she’s utterly unreliable. How’d she even become a teacher? Aren’t they supposed to be gentle, caring, and understanding?!

I found the hotel—surprisingly close, just minutes from home. Still, my first time in such a high-end place. Nerves prickled. It was already six PM, an hour after they’d left. Better hurry.

I headed upstairs to find them. No snobbish waiters sneering at my clothes. No rich brats mocking poor boys while boasting about smashing cars. None of that cliché nonsense. Honestly, it didn’t even feel like a luxury hotel anymore.

...Okay, I’m rambling. This isn’t some web novel where the MC shouts “Don’t look down on the poor!” I’m no underdog protagonist.

So, uneventfully, I reached the suite.

On the third floor, I found “Sacred Source Suite.” I opened the soundproof door. Eight girls sat inside. But...

Why were so many liquor bottles scattered on the floor?! We’re under eighteen! Legally can’t drink! Clearly this irresponsible teacher’s doing. Half the bottles were still sealed. Tsurumi Misuzu herself held one aloft, clinking glasses with Watanabe Sachiko.

The other seven goddess-tier beauties—all blushing crimson, clearly drunk. Three or four had collapsed on sofas to sober up; the rest lay face-down on the dining table. Only Sachiko and Misuzu were still drinking.

I stared, speechless and exasperated. These were idols who made otaku drool over screens—now guzzling booze with zero dignity. Don’t they know this would make otaku—otaku—*even more* excited?!

...Okay, fine. Seeing this, I got a little excited too. I’m human, not some emotionless robot.

But Misuzu—that scheming teacher—had downed the most yet her eyes stayed sharp. Definitely premeditated.

Sure enough, the moment I opened the door, Misuzu spotted me first. The others took seconds to lift their flushed faces toward the entrance.

Being stared at by a group of drunk beauties felt thrilling yet unnerving. The air thickened with drunken warmth. Then Misuzu spoke: