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Inside the teaching building of Treson Academy.

Sunlight streamed in through the corridor windows, casting bright patches of light on the floor.

Poetry and Wine stood at the classroom door, holding a thin piece of paper in their hand—a notice of class adjustments.

The words written above in neat handwriting are: Poetry and Wine, transferred to Class X, Year X of the Higher Education Department.

She stared at the paper for a few seconds, then looked up and peered into the classroom through the glass window in the door.

The room was already full of students.

Some were chatting, some were reading, and some were catching up on sleep at their desks.

The scene before class is typical; Ma Niang's daily life is no different from that of an ordinary student.

By the window, Poetry and Wine immediately spotted a familiar golden figure.

Narita Road.

She was talking to her classmate next to her, a bright smile on her face, her purple-gold eyes curving into crescent shapes.

The sunlight shone on her, making her seem to glow.

'It really is this class.'

Poetry and wine lingered in his mind as he gently traced the edge of the notification form with his fingers.

She took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

"Squeak-"

The noise in the classroom suddenly stopped for a moment.

Dozens of eyes turned to the doorway in unison.

Poetry and Wine stood there expressionless, their long black hair casually draped over their shoulders, their eyes as indifferent as if they were looking at a group of strangers.

She was wearing the school's uniform purple and white, but her aloof aura made her seem out of place.

After a brief silence, whispers began to circulate.

"Wow, a new student?"

"So beautiful... but it feels so cold."

"Is he a transfer student? Why is he transferring schools at this time?"

"I feel like I've seen this somewhere before... Was it the one we tested a few days ago?"

Poetry and wine ignored the gazes and whispers, and strode toward the podium.

"Eh? Poetry and wine?"

A surprised voice suddenly rang out.

Narita suddenly stood up from his seat, his purple-gold eyes wide open, his face filled with disbelief.

"You...how could you..."

"Transfer to another class."

Poetry and Wine gave a brief reply, while handing the notification slip to the homeroom teacher standing next to the podium.

The homeroom teacher was a middle-aged man who looked very serious. He took the notice, glanced at it, and then nodded.

"Poetry and Wine classmate, is that you? Welcome to Class X, Year X."

He turned around, faced the whole class, and said in a loud voice:

"Everyone, please be quiet! This is our new transfer student, Poetry and Wine. Although he is a transfer student, his test scores are excellent. I hope we can all get along well."

"Poetry and Wine, please give a brief self-introduction."

"..."

Poetry and Wine stood in front of the podium and scanned the classroom.

Dozens of eyes were fixed on her.

She felt a mixture of curiosity and a desire to explore, and she disliked this feeling intensely.

"My name is Poetry and Wine."

The black-haired girl said calmly.

"I don't have any hobbies."

At this point, Poetry and Wine paused, then added.

"Please take care of me in the days to come."

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Then, without saying anything more, Poetry and Wine walked off the stage.

The whole class fell silent.

This is probably the shortest self-introduction anyone has ever seen.

To be precise, it wasn't really a self-introduction at all; I just gave my name and said "Nice to meet you" and that was it.

A few suppressed giggles came from the back of the classroom.

The homeroom teacher paused for a moment, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face, before coughing twice to break the suffocating silence.

"Um, well... Poetry and Wine's seat is..."

She pushed up her glasses, glanced around the classroom, and finally her gaze settled on the seat by the window.

"There's a seat available right next to Narita Road. Poetry and Wine, please sit there."

"it is good."

Poetry and Wine nodded, picked up their almost empty schoolbag, and walked towards Narita Road.

The black-haired girl's footsteps were exceptionally clear in the quiet classroom, causing the surrounding students to subconsciously avoid eye contact, not daring to look directly at the aloof Shi Yujiu.

"Poetry and wine, are they truly you?"

Before Shi Yu Jiu could even sit down, Narita Lu excitedly stood up from her seat, leaning forward with a radiant smile on her face.

"That's great! You've transferred to our class. Now we can have classes and training together."

The sound coming from Narita Road attracted many curious glances from the surrounding students.

"Ah."

Poetry and Wine placed his schoolbag under the table and then sat down.

She didn't respond to Naritaji's enthusiasm, but leaned back in her chair and turned her head to look out the window at the playground.

The winter sun streamed through the glass, casting a soft glow on her pale face.

Narita seemed to sense that she didn't want to talk, and the smile on his face faded a little, but his eyes still showed concern.

She lowered her voice and asked cautiously.

"Hey, did you sleep well last night? You still look a little pale."

"good."

Poetry and Wine gave a somewhat perfunctory reply, his eyes still fixed on the view outside the window, his tone devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Actually, she wasn't in a very good condition.

Although I finally fell asleep last night, the quality of my sleep was very poor.

'How can I not sleep well if I don't dream?'

The black-haired girl sighed softly, and a faint bluish tinge could be seen between her brows.

"That's good."

Narita breathed a sigh of relief and smiled with satisfaction.

Then the golden-haired girl seemed to remember something and added something else.

"By the way, please tell me if you feel unwell. Although I'm not very good at taking care of people, I can at least accompany you to the infirmary."

"Okay, thank you."

Poetry and Wine's fingers tapped lightly on the table.

Narita seemed to want to say something more, but then the school bell rang.

"Ring ring—"

The noise in the classroom gradually subsided, and the students returned to their seats.

Hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor, and several late students rushed into the classroom in a panic.

The homeroom teacher placed the attendance list on the podium and began the routine roll call.

"Narita Road."

"arrive."

Narita responded with great enthusiasm and a loud voice.

"I admire Orihime."

"……exist."

A cold voice came from the back corner of the classroom.

The other person's voice was very soft, almost drowned out by the surrounding noise.

Poetry and Wine subconsciously turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound.

Near the back door sat a slender figure.

The other person had short brown hair, purple eyes, and a still somewhat pale complexion.

She was dressed in a neat school uniform and sat upright, but she seemed to be isolated from the bustling classrooms around her by a transparent barrier.

He admires Orihime.

She sat there, staring blankly at the table, a pink band-aid on her forehead.

Those must be the marks left from when I fell to the ground last night and hit my forehead.

Their eyes met briefly in the air for a second.

Ai Mu was stunned for a moment, her blank eyes widening slightly, a hint of surprise flashing within them.

She was still thinking about what happened last night and hadn't paid any attention to the transfer student.

The band-aid on her head was put on by her roommate, Zhenjilian, after she returned to the dormitory yesterday.

It seems that Ai-Hime never expected to see poetry and wine in this classroom.

But soon, she looked away and lowered her head to stare at her desk again, as if nothing had happened.

Only the brown-haired girl's slightly quickened breathing and her clenched fingers revealed that she was not at peace.

"Poetry and wine."

"……arrive."

Poetry and Wine withdrew their gaze and responded briefly.

After the homeroom teacher finished taking attendance, he closed the attendance book and began explaining today's course schedule.

"This morning's classes are math and Mandarin. This afternoon we have a physical training class, followed by the monthly physical fitness test. Please be prepared..."

Poetry and Wine took out a pen and a blank notebook from their bag, mechanically opened them, and pretended to listen attentively.

But her attention wasn't on the blackboard.

My gaze unconsciously drifted toward the corner of the back row.

Ai Haibara remained motionless in her previous pose, like a delicate statue.

Her hands were on the table, her fingertips slightly white, clearly showing that she was using a lot of force to restrain herself.