I really don't want to date a girl addicted to the internet!

The harsh tone suggested that he was truly prepared to be executed.

The boy felt the lingering touch on his face, rubbed his nose, and, unable to quite describe the pain or what, climbed out of the bathtub behind her. "Teacher Shen, where are you going? Wait for me."

Afterwards, the furious and aloof girl even refused his offer to help her dry her hair as an apology and kicked him out of the bathroom.

Standing in front of the closed door, the boy, clutching a dry bath towel, heard the noise of a hairdryer coming from inside. He sighed dejectedly, rubbed the spot on his face where he had been kicked, and turned to leave.

After the boy had been sitting on the edge of the bed chatting with Nagasaki Asuna on WeChat for a while, the bathroom door opened and the aloof girl, now dressed in her Sakura school uniform again, came out, her eyes narrowed and her face as cold as ice.

The boy slammed down his phone, sat up straight, and assumed a posture as if waiting to be reprimanded.

The girl ignored him and walked straight past him. She picked up the shoulder bag from the bedside table, opened it, and took out brand-new black over-the-knee socks. Then she sat down and skillfully wrapped her snow-white legs in them, creating a perfect "absolute territory." Afterward, she slipped her small feet into spotless black uniform shoes.

She stood up and looked down at him, her pure, dark eyes devoid of any emotion.

The boy met her gaze for a second, then hesitated, "Teacher Shen, are we going back? Surely not?"

The girl didn't speak, her small face, framed by her damp hair, was still exquisitely beautiful, but she was terrifyingly cold.

"Teacher Shen, please forgive me one more time. I'll do anything." The boy clasped his hands together and closed his eyes tightly.

Time ticked by, and after a while there was still no response, the boy tried opening his eyes to see what was happening.

The aloof girl blinked, her chilling expression unchanged. She opened her shoulder bag again, took something out, and approached the boy. Her voice was cold and devoid of emotion, "Trash, if you had just confessed honestly today, I would have satisfied you like last time. Unfortunately, that's not possible now."

"Teacher Shen, please don't do this." The boy sat in his seat and shook his head with a sorrowful expression.

"Someone as ungrateful as you, Cheng Feiyu, only deserves to be treated like this by Little Cutie."

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl stepped on her heel, and a small, soft thing encased in a black over-the-knee sock detached from her uniform shoe and lifted up, stomping down on him without any hesitation.

Before the boy could even look down, the girl swung her small hand forcefully, and a stack of brand-new black fabric hit the boy's face, scattering into his arms.

The boy paused, then looked up. "Teacher Shen, what does this mean?"

"Cheng Feiyu, don't you like it? You stare at the little cutie all day and make those filthy remarks about how small and cuddly she is. That's enough for today. Use all of these up and I'll forgive your sins. Do you understand?" The girl looked down at him without a trace of emotion, her cold voice leaving no room for argument.

In the quiet room, the two were locked in a long, drawn-out stare.

The boy swallowed hard, his whole body stiffening subtly.

The girl seemed to sense something, narrowed her eyes, and her beautiful yet cold face showed an undisguised contempt and disgust.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

As the first light of dawn broke outside the window, Cheng Fei opened his eyes and found himself lying motionless on the large bed in a love hotel, with no one beside him.

He silently shifted his gaze and, unsurprisingly, spotted the small figure he had become familiar with over the past few days on the opposite table.

A tiny doll, identical to Shen Xi, sat on the edge of the table, its face expressionless, wearing the same miniature version of the Sakura school uniform, with exquisite workmanship even in the smallest details.

When their eyes met, the little doll blinked.

"Good morning," the boy said tentatively.

There was, of course, no response.

"have you eaten?"

Still no response.

"Are you going to eat somewhere later? After all, people have to eat, even if you might not be human."

No response.

The boy thought for a moment, "Shen Xi should be right next to me, why don't you go see her? But never mind, she's timid, you can scare me, but don't go into her dreams and scare her."

"Oh"

A mocking sneer seemed to flash by.

The boy paused, blinked hard at the little doll, and hesitated, "Were you laughing just now?"

He wasn't quite sure, because for a split second just now, it seemed like he didn't hear a sound, but rather... saw something.

Text flashed briefly above the little doll's head, like a dialogue box in a comic or game.

He felt a sense of absurdity.

If it's already absurd for a little doll to appear in a dream regularly, then it's even more absurd if the little doll also pops up a dialogue box.

Could all of this really be his imagination?

The little doll remained motionless, sitting on the edge of the table, gazing at him.

The boy's gaze swept over her, and he tried to continue, "You really look exactly like Shen Xi, and your figure is similar too."

The boy gazed at the doll that resembled a petite version of Shen Xi, his eyes finally settling on her flat chest. After a second of thought, he decided to try it out, "My chest is as flat as hers, a private airport runway?"

The little doll did not exhibit the anger or other reactions one might expect.

It seems that it was indeed not under Shen Xi's control; the boy confirmed this.

At that moment, he suddenly felt a strange sense of oppression on his face.

It felt like... something small and soft was stepping on his face, slowly but fiercely crushing him, as if trying to crush him to death.

At the same time, a chill gradually approached, like an air conditioner that had been turned up too high, blowing out a cold wind that made people shiver.

The boy looked at the little doll, his expression filled with surprise and doubt. "Did you do this?"

He was enraged and embarrassed. Could it really be related to Shen Xi?

The boy had just had this thought when his consciousness was pulled back to reality by the constant warm and soft touch.

Cheng Fei suddenly opened his eyes and found himself lying on a large bed in a love hotel.

A cool, aloof girl with long, ink-black hair stood above him, looking down at him with narrowed eyes and clenched teeth, her small face showing a fierce expression that seemed to wish she could kill him on the spot.

"Teacher Shen, what are you doing?" the boy asked in a muffled voice because he couldn't open his mouth fully.

"I was just about to ask Cheng Feiyu what he was doing in his dream, how dare he utter such outrageous and insane words! Does he want to be torn to pieces?!" The girl glared at him fiercely, her small and soft body exerting even more force.

994. Shen Xi also has a hidden mode.

Under the pressure of the girl's petite and soft presence, the boy had to explain and persuade her for a long time before he could barely convince her that he was just testing the little doll in his dream.

"Even so, it doesn't change the fact that you defied and slandered us. You, Cheng Feiyu, are guilty of crimes that cannot be punished!" The girl's face was still angry as she continued to look down on him and crush him.

The boy realized what she really cared about, grasped her small, rounded ankle, and tried to speak, “I was wrong. Teacher Shen has developed a lot this year, and she wasn’t completely flat-chested to begin with. To describe such a vibrant and hopeful Teacher Shen as flat-chested is truly a grave sin. Please forgive me, Teacher Shen.”

The girl stared intently at him, her eyes flickering, her flat chest with a subtle curve rising and falling rapidly, and she barely managed to pull her small feet back.

"Trash!!!" She couldn't help but curse one last time and attack him.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his cheek that had been crushed for half a day, and smelled a faint fragrance. Suddenly, he felt a sense of lingering pleasure. His gaze fell on the girl's fair and delicate body. He coughed lightly and said nonchalantly, "Teacher Shen, I'm actually fine. If you're still angry, we can continue."

The girl, who was about to sit down, looked down at him again, her brows furrowed, her face radiating genuine confusion and disgust. "Cheng Fei, is it really because I've been too lenient with your filthy fetishes that your standards have been lowered to the point where this kind of behavior is a reward for you?"

The boy shook his head vigorously with a sincere expression, "It's definitely a punishment, even extremely painful, so please continue, Teacher Shen."

"Don't dream." The girl covered her mouth and took a half step back, shivering as if she had sensed something. There was an indescribable chill in her eyes. "I was crazy to do something like that just now. Cheng Feiyu is not planning to lick me directly, is he? How disgusting, I feel like throwing up just thinking about it."

"Teacher Shen, no, don't think of me as such a pervert." The boy said seriously.

"Enough, shut up, don't dream so early in the morning." The girl threw off the covers and returned to her spot on the headboard. She sat up, glancing at the boy lying next to her with an indescribable expression.

The boy met her gaze for a second, "So you really want to continue? I knew Teacher Shen was actually enjoying this kind of interaction too."

"Shut up." The girl interrupted him without any politeness, glancing at the wall without making it obvious, a hint of fatigue on her small face. "It's still early. I got up too early and I'm a little sleepy now. If you want, you can go up to Cheng Feiyu and then hold me and sleep for a while longer."

"How early is 'very early'? Weren't you woken up by my sleep talking?" the boy asked in surprise.

"I got up at five o'clock, otherwise how could I observe Cheng Feiyu's condition?" The girl glared at him.

"Then why didn't I hear your alarm clock?" The boy questioned his existence.

"Only stupid aquatic mammals need alarm clocks. Isn't it enough to just use a tiny fraction of your subconscious to count the time while you sleep and then get up?" The girl raised her chin, looking completely matter-of-fact.

“Teacher Shen, you really aren’t from Earth.” The boy looked at her, emphasizing each word, then thought for a moment, “Although I don’t need an alarm clock either.”

But he doesn't need an alarm clock because of his precise biological clock; what kind of clock is in the little girl's head is unknown.

"Enough with the nonsense, do you want it or not? If you don't want it, I can sleep on my own." The girl was getting impatient, and she laid down her pillow, pretending to turn her back to him.

"I want it, I really want it," the boy said quickly.

"Hopeless trash." The girl then turned back, reluctantly moving above him, lying down, burying her face in a comfortable spot near his neck, and shifting slightly to adjust her position so that their bodies were pressed together, where they remained still.

Feeling the familiar affection emanating from the frail body in his arms, the young man sighed softly, "Shen Xi, you're getting cuter and cuter."

"So you weren't cute before, all you knew was that you were a hypocritical aquatic mammal." The girl, her face buried in her hands, sneered, her voice muffled.

“Of course I was cute before.” The boy replied without hesitation.

"If you're really the cutest in the multiverse, how can you get cuter and cuter?" The girl squirmed, seemingly even more unhappy.

"She was the cutest before, and she's still the cutest now, leaving the entire multiverse far behind. These two points don't contradict each other logically, right?"

"Ha, sweet talk." Completely unconvinced.

The boy hesitated for a moment, then realized something. "Teacher Shen couldn't possibly be unable to understand this kind of question. Could it be that she's deliberately making me explain?"

"What are you babbling about? Be quiet, I'm sleepy," the girl said in a cold voice.

The boy hesitated, then said, "Speaking of Teacher Shen..."

"What's wrong now?"

"Is the 'cute mode' gone in the morning?" the boy asked tentatively.

"It's all gone. What's the problem?" the girl said coldly, her voice unwavering.

"In principle, it's still dating time, right? After all, no one's even out of bed yet."

"Sorry, no means no. This 'cute' mode is over." The girl spoke like a heartless customer service representative.

"Could you extend the time? Just for two more hours until I get to school."

"No."

"An hour is fine too. I didn't listen to it many times yesterday." The boy smacked his lips, as if he wanted more, and reminisced.

Because he accidentally angered her, he was stared at with disdain and disgust the whole time, and attacked him with only his small, soft body covered by black over-the-knee socks. He didn't even have a chance to properly hold the girl in his arms and talk to her.

"No." The girl emphasized the word.

"Teacher Shen, I'm begging you." The boy became sorrowful.

"If you can't do it, you can't do it. If Cheng Feiyu dares to bother us again, don't even think about it next time." The girl punched his shoulder, a little annoyed.

"So there's more next week?" the boy exclaimed in delight.

"Who told you that? No one." The girl's tone returned to its icy tone.

"why?"

"No reason why, this is just how the cute mode is."

"To be honest, I recently contracted a terminal illness. I'll die if I don't see Teacher Shen switch modes for too long," the boy said, making a serious, pained sound.

The girl paused for a second, then said, "Then next week I can barely use Snow Rabbit Mode to save Cheng Feiyu's life."

"But I still want the 'cute' mode the most, and preferably like last time, a whole day out on a date on the weekend, with Teacher Shen dressed up especially for me in the 'cute' mode," the boy said with a devout air.

"Never mind, it's a good thing for Earth's civilization if Cheng Feiyu dies sooner." The girl's voice softened.

“Wrong, then it’s Snow Rabbit Mode.” The boy hugged her tightly.

The girl took a deep breath, raised her small fist high, and then slammed it onto the boy's shoulder.

He let out a muffled groan, seemingly genuine, as if struck by a heavy blow.

The girl continued to cling to his neck, burying her face in her hands and remaining silent.

"Teacher Shen."

"speak."

"Could it be that the 'Cute Little Mode' is rarer than the 'Snow Rabbit Mode'?"