Midori Xiu is the campus crush and it is not overrating to say so. With 2 Asian bloodlines mixed together, she is a petite young girl with fair skin, chinky eyes with short but full-volume lashes, cute nose, and pinkish lips. Puberty however let her have a pimple or two in a month, more when she gets stressed out with exams or school activities. Though stressed at times, she maintains the top rank among her batchmates as they enter their final year in high school. She is not too athletic, however she has a talent for dance and cheer captain title was passed on to her by her seniors before their graduation. Most of her batchmates address her as "Miss Xiu," and only her close friends and schoolmates belonging to the dance troupe call her by her given name. She is quite used to the fame and respect, especially from the boys, all would never dare court her. However, she keeps her humility and respect not only towards their teachers but also with her schoolmates. Lowerclassmen admire her the most and always cheer for her during interschool competitions. She is the madonna of their high school, but no boy is brave enough, or maybe qualified enough, to try his luck with her.

Until he came.

On the third day from the start of their senior year, class 3-A is buzzing with rumors.

"Hey, did you hear? There is a transfer student for the senior year..."

"Really? Who would transfer at such a time in high school? It's the year for university entrance examinations."

"I even heard that he came from overseas..."

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"Alright. Enough chit-chat! Homeroom is about to start. Settle down, people." Midori as class president mode always gets her job done.

A tall female in her mid-twenties entered the classroom. She is wearing a button-up blue collared blouse and knee-length off-white pencil skirt, with dark gray pointed-toe shoes. She touched up her full-rim square frame glasses and faced the students.

As if on cue, students rose and exchanged greetings with her. "Good morning, Miss Huang." She greeted back and gestured for them to take their seats.

"Today, another student will be joining your class. He just came from Country F and he will be staying in this country for good. Though he was away for a long time, he is a natural-born citizen so he can fully comprehend the language and more or less understands our culture. I hope you don't give him a rough time during his stay in this institution, as this will be the last year of high school for all of you." She paused, then gestured towards the door. "Please welcome, Mr. Verdan Zhou."

Verdan is the typical adolescent in such a way that he is lanky with a yet-to-develop physique, pale skin, and average height. However, what is different about him is his above average facial features. He has naturally hazel eyes with long and thick lashes, tall nose, and thin pinkish lips. What is more remarkable is his dazzling smile with his pearly whites which could rival even the models for a toothpaste commercial.

He walked into the room and stood beside the teacher.

Clearing his throat and modulating his still-developing voice, he introduced himself.

"Good morning, everyone. I am Verdan Zhou. You can call me 'Dan'. Hope we can get along well."

Most of the girls tried their hardest to conceal their squeals as he flashed his nice set of teeth. Even some boys' preferences were shaken.

Miss Huang gestured to the empty seat beside the window on the front row.

"You may take this seat. Just don't let your eyes wander too far out the window."

Giggles were heard as he sat down.

"Miss Xiu. Please take Mr. Zhou for a tour of the grounds on your free time. He will be under your care as class president." Miss Huang remarked.

Midori nodded and glanced at the stranger. Dan was already looking at her, flashing his smile. It only took two seconds and her eyes were off to the class board and everyone started paying attention to the lesson in class.

Three hours later, the school bell rang, indicating lunch break. Everyone swarmed to the canteen.

Midori always eats bento for lunch. As she was taking it out from the thermal bag, she noticed a familiar stare towards her.

"What are you looking at? Don't you have enough money to buy food at the canteen?" She sounded more suspicious than concerned.

"I was waiting for my tour, Class President." Dan flashed his smile naturally.

"Tch. It's Midori. Midori Xiu." She almost swallowed her name when she spoke. She has always been so dominant in class, in this school, yet she felt intimidated by this new student.

"Hey, can I call you 'Dori' instead?" He swallowed, then continued, "Also...can we be friends?"