Invincible Cat Fist: "A foot-fetish pervert like you should kneel down, lick my feet, and call me master. Get lost 😡."

Hua Xin angrily tapped her phone, her beautiful eyes filled with utter disgust (a look of disdain as if staring at trash).

People like this only expose their kinks and evil perverted thoughts online. In real life, they’re definitely losers—glasses-wearing, pot-bellied, under 1.7 meters tall, gaming addicts who rage-quit and demand rematches.

Thinking she had to endure lovey-dovey talk with him just for gold coins, the girl felt a wave of nausea.

Though she hadn’t seen his photo, a rough image was already vividly painted in her mind.

Whoosh.

Another message popped up.

Web’s #1 Good Son: "Master, master 🥵, scold me some more."

Hua Xin: "………"

She silently deleted the chat window.

Driven speechless by that idiot, did this guy have no shame at all? 🥺!!!

Though her body had become a soft, cute girl, her heart remained a robust soul with strong masculine pride (no way would she sell her soul for gold coins).

If it were her 2D waifus, she’d be overjoyed to tears.

But unfortunately, the other party was an idiot 🦐 fat otaku guy.

Xia Yan saw the replies stop. His face stayed calm and gentle as usual. After telling the dorm group chat not to wait for him, he pulled a stack of brand-new books from his desk.

These were all course textbooks—Hua Xin’s set.

He glanced at his own textbooks, pages slightly curled and worn from use, and couldn’t help but smile.

Buying the school’s textbooks cost a solid three hundred bucks. Most freshmen just went with the flow and bought them.

But he knew you could get second-hand copies from last year’s seniors. At most, it cost under a hundred bucks; some sets were just a few dozen.

Many face-conscious people found buying second-hand embarrassing.

He didn’t mind—it saved money. So he and Mu Feng and Xiang Guan bought used books together.

The brand-new textbooks in his desk compartment? He’d fronted the cash.

Hua Xin’s worn clothes and shoes clearly showed her tight finances—even her phone screen was half cracked.

Xia Yan noticed all this.

"Here, these are your textbooks. I’ll send you the class schedule later."

Xia Yan leaned slightly closer to Hua Xin, reaching for her backpack to put the books inside.

Hua Xin froze; her ears blocked his words. Seeing him reach behind her, she thought the class monitor finally hated her and would beat her up badly.

The scene flashed in her mind: cornered against a wall, head pinned down, beaten mercilessly.

(It’s fine—it’s class time. The teacher’s right there.)

(The teacher will help me, right…?)

(Please don’t kick my kidneys 😭😭.)

(I’m going to scream 😭.)

I… I must resist (sobbing).

Where’s the hammer 🔨? Where’s the hammer 🔨??

Hua Xin snapped to her senses. The hammer hidden in her bag was her guardian deity!

But her backpack was already in Xia Yan’s hands.

Her hands, hidden in her sleeves, suddenly gripped Xia Yan’s arm tightly to stop him. After years, this was her first physical contact with anyone.

(Oh no, oh no, oh no…)

(Don’t smash my head with the hammer… I’ll die 😵…)

Panicked, Hua Xin forgot to let go, just clutching his arm blankly.

Xia Yan paused. Seeing the hammer gleaming in the backpack and Hua Xin, head down, clinging to him, he fought a smile.

Who brings a hammer to school?

Then, as if understanding, his smile faded. Softly, solemnly: "It’s okay. No one will bully you."

"I promise. You can attend class without worry."

"These are your textbooks."

He pointed to the books in his desk compartment.

This kid… what has she been through?

Teacher Wang’s voice boomed on, but Xia Yan and Hua Xin were close. She heard his gentle tone clearly.

?

Hua Xin jerked her hand back like she’d been shocked.

Remembering how Xia Yan had been easygoing all the way here—even when she took online leave—he wasn’t the beat-up-happy class monitor she’d imagined…

He’d even kindly seated her in the last row.

Uh…

I must’ve misunderstood him.

This wasn’t someone who’d beat me up.

He was a savior 😭!!!!

Watching Xia Yan place the books in her backpack and hand it back, Hua Xin’s eyes welled with tears. Teary-eyed, she hugged the bag and leaned against the wall.

Wait, what’s happening?

She barely knew this sunny, well-adjusted guy—Xia… what was his name? Why bring her to school and help so much? (crying)

Do good people really exist…? I’d earn a million for someone this kind 😋.

"Th… thank you…"

Hua Xin spoke in a slightly neutral, shota-like voice.

Xia Yan blinked, then smiled. "You’re welcome."

"So… we’re friends now, right?"

He closed his textbooks, stacked them neatly in the corner. She spoke to me… A good start ☺️.

Mysteriously, he lifted Hua Xin’s backpack and whispered: "Now for the first thing friends do together…"

(The first thing?)

(Wait.)

The girl recalled a viral video she’d seen 🤔.

"After school, classmate Xiaoming invites you to a foot massage. What do you do?"

A. Avoid Xiaoming.

B. Counsel Xiaoming.

C. Join Xiaoming.

D. The full package.

…………

Freeloading sounded nice… but in her current form, she couldn’t go. They’d just met—was a private thing too soon? Should she pick D…

(What am I even thinking?! 😨!!)

(Why am I actually choosing??)

Gripping her phone tightly, the girl nearly lost it.

"We’ll leave early. Fewer people that way."

As he finished, Xia Yan grabbed her backpack, tugged her sleeve, and slipped out the back.

Only when the motorcycle buzzed to life did she snap to her senses.

(He’s such a good person…)

(A guy chased by friend-zone cards deserves five kids at once 😇.)

Hua Xin gazed at flowers and trees bathed in sunlight, slightly dazed.

The outside world… didn’t seem so scary?

Then a guy in Patrick Star underwear, a red plaid shirt, and slippers gave her a weird stare.

The girl instantly shrank behind Xia Yan.

She took back her earlier thought.

I was just a kid talking nonsense. That was truly terrifying 😭😭.