Qin Xue hesitated slightly, then gave a nod. I followed behind her with unsteady steps toward the small cafeteria.

I was quietly scheming. Since Qin Xue already knew about my amnesia and showed no intent to expose me, I could use this chance to learn more about my past.

Like my relationship with the other two roommates, or who exactly had been bullying me at school—things like that.

After getting food at separate windows, when I reached the rice counter, the auntie scooping rice lit up the moment she saw me: “Xiaoxi’s back at school?”

Huh? Even the stir-fry auntie recognized me? It was surprising how beloved Su Xiaoxi was among the elders.

“Mm.” I replied softly, figuring she probably didn’t know about my hospitalization—just thought I’d been away.

I handed over my plate and habitually said, “Three liang of rice.”

“Three liang?” The auntie chuckled. “Can Xiaoxi eat that much? Feeling hungry?”

*Cough.* Almost forgot I’m in a different body now. Still, it’s only one extra liang—surely manageable. But to avoid seeming odd, I added, “My mistake. Make it two liang.”

Leaving the rice window, I was stunned to find nearly every auntie at the dish stations knew me. For just 4.5 yuan, I returned with a plate piled high with generous portions.

Sitting beside Qin Xue—both of us with two liang of rice and two scoops of veggies—our plates formed a stark contrast: hers mini, mine plus-sized. I picked up my chopsticks and laughed awkwardly. “Ahaha… didn’t expect the aunties to be this generous.”

Qin Xue remained aloofly silent, taking small, precise bites. Sensing the tension, I hurriedly spoke up. “Um… could you tell me a bit about myself? Just what you know.”

She paused her chopsticks, looked at me flatly. “I’m not your mom.”

“…”

Wait—was that an insult? Weren’t we on decent terms back in the dorm?

“So how would I know your business?”

…Ah. I felt a slight twitch at the corner of my mouth. “I don’t mean private stuff. Just… how were things between us in the dorm?”

“Nothing special,” Qin Xue said indifferently. “You were slightly closer to Xu Qianqian. Often hung out after class.”

Right—club stuff. After all, both Xiaoxi and the girl with the side ponytail were in the anime club.

“What about Chen Meier?” I asked.

Without glancing up, Qin Xue kept eating. “She’d sometimes startle you, but never actually did anything.”

So Chen Meier wasn’t the bully. The culprit wasn’t in our dorm either. Then who…?

I shoveled rice into my mouth, chewed slowly, and mumbled around the grains: “At school… any… conflicts with anyone?” The words came out slurred.

Qin Xue just shot me a questioning look. I swallowed quickly and clarified: “I mean—did I have any enemies or clashes at school?”

So unfair. Why could other black-haired, straight-haired girls speak perfectly clearly while eating, while my words turned into mush? Sure, it might sound cute and innocent—but what good was cute? Could cuteness make Qin Xue calmly spill what I needed?

A faint smile curved her lips. “Say something again just like that,” she said, “and I’ll tell you.”

“…Huh?”

I blinked, dazed. “But… why…?”

“Because it’s amusing,” she replied without hesitation.

…Fine. Cute *does* work.

Helpless, I reluctantly stuffed rice into my mouth and mumbled a few indistinct syllables. Qin Xue’s mood visibly lifted. “I heard there was someone,” she said readily. “But you never told anyone—not even Xu Qianqian, who held you and asked for ages. The person’s definitely at school. Identity? No one knows.”

Hmm. So complicated. I rubbed my ear with a sigh.

Whoa—my earlobe was so soft and tender. No wonder the original Su Xiaoxi stayed silent when bullied. But I’m not her anymore. Whoever targeted this gentle girl… I’ll handle them myself.

“Oh, and about your old self,” Qin Xue added with surgical precision, “you were genuinely soft—clearly the type to be pushed around. Never fought back. Just whimpered alone in secret.”

I frowned. “How… whimpered?”

Whimpering? Too soft. As a guy, I’ll overhaul this soft-girl image completely. Whimpering? Never happening to *me*.

Qin Xue gave me a long look. “Ee… ah… things like that.”

“…”

I subtly wiped the cold sweat from my temple and quietly decided to drop the topic.