At Q High School.
The teaching building was buzzing with excitement after the exams, and the students were celebrating their liberation from the test. The rare cold wave outside had no effect on the warmth inside the classrooms.
In the Class 3 of the senior year, the students were discussing the last difficult math question.
"Did you figure out the third part of the last math question?"
"I couldn't solve it during the exam, but just now I calculated it, and the answer is two, right?"
The class monitor and the math representative were trying to reach a consensus but couldn't agree.
Suddenly, they heard a clear and gentle voice saying, "Three-quarters times the square root of two."
Both of them turned their heads in surprise and saw a slightly pale and handsome boy looking at the exam paper on the table.
"Yun God?!"
(*Chinese students use this as a praise to the ultimately smart person*)
"Did you come back from the competition?"
The commotion caught the attention of the whole class, and everyone stared at the scene in astonishment. Then, the surprise turned into joy, and they exclaimed, "Welcome back!"
"How was the competition? Did you win any awards?"
The boy was quickly surrounded by enthusiastic classmates. The class monitor and the math representative struggled to stick to the wall, and with the result provided by Yun God, they finally completed the final calculation.
As expected, the equation holds true.
"Damn, no wonder he's called Yun Dominator!" The class monitor was still amazed. "He just glanced at the question and knew the answer."
On the other side, the welcomed boy finally had the chance to answer his classmates' questions.
He shook his head, "The competition results haven't been announced yet."
The math representative slapped his thigh, "If it's not announced, then we definitely got the first place!"
"Tsk."
Suddenly, a cold sneer came from the door, sharply contrasting with the joyful atmosphere.
Everyone turned their heads to see a tall and skinny boy with a pointed chin standing at the entrance, his face filled with obvious mockery.
The class monitor frowned, "Why are you here in our class, Bai Song?"
"Oh, didn't you hear that the 'Yun God' is back?" Bai Song deliberately emphasized the words 'Yun God' in a sarcastic tone. "Saying that the 'results haven't been announced yet,' I bet he didn't even make it to the rankings."
As he spoke, Bai Song stared directly at the boy, and when the boy looked back, Bai Song's face showed a clear malicious intent without any disguise.
After all, this person had just revealed such a big scandal about his background.
However, the boy didn't appear as embarrassed as Bai Song had imagined.
His slightly pale face showed no signs of disturbance, and his calm expression resembled a finely crafted white porcelain, devoid of any emotions when he looked at Bai Song. His gaze seemed more like observing an object rather than a person.
Bai Song frowned, feeling increasingly displeased by the boy's indifferent attitude. He was about to continue mocking, but then he heard a voice –
"Oh."
The math representative joined in with a sarcastic laugh, "Haha, that's still better than someone like you who couldn't even pass the initial selection of the competition."
"Hahaha!"
The classmates burst into laughter, and one of them chimed in, "Exactly!"
"You...!" Bai Song's face instantly turned cold, "What's it to you, you little rat?"
(*I prefer rat to shit. so here we go*)
The class monitor retorted, "Then why did you come to our class?"
The other classmates were not interested in arguing and were already ready to drag the boy away, saying, "Come on, let's go, little Bai."
"Little Bai?" Bai Song suddenly raised his voice, "He was kicked out by our Bai family, so he's not surnamed Bai anymore."
He stared at the silent boy, emphasizing each word deliberately.
"Didn't you tell them about this? You've already changed your surname - Bo Xiyun!"
Upon hearing his name being called out, the boy finally showed some reaction, and his long, curled eyelashes flickered slightly.
Bo Xiyun.
His slightly dry lips moved slightly, as if he was about to speak, but he was shielded by a few classmates who stood in front of him.
The classmates couldn't stand Bai Song's behavior anymore, and retorted, "What's the big deal with changing the surname?"
"Yeah, it's just a surname. Is your family's throne at stake or something?"
Someone even shouted, "Close the door, close the door!"
Bai Song was left standing outside the classroom, and he let out a disdainful snort.
Let's see how long you can enjoy this attention.
Inside the classroom, everyone ignored Bai Song's arrival and continued surrounding the boy who had just returned, bombarding him with questions. This continued until the homeroom teacher pushed open the door.
"Hand out the answer sheets – Oh, Xiyun is back?"
A small wave of moans spread through the classroom; no one wanted to face the answer sheets on this joyous day. Unfortunately, the teacher remained unfazed and cheerfully handed out the answer sheets, then said to Bo Xiyun, "Come with me to the office."
The office was filled with several teachers, creating a lively atmosphere. The homeroom teacher offered a chair to Bo Xiyun and asked, "I heard from Mr. Liu that the competition team came back today, and it seems to be true. How was the competition?"
Bo Xiyun thought for a moment and replied, "It was of medium difficulty."
The homeroom teacher chuckled, "Mr. Liu said that this year's test was so difficult that it shattered the mentality of many students. For you, it's just medium difficulty?"
He asked a few more competition-related questions, and then noticed a slight frown on Bo Xiyun's face.
"Are you feeling unwell? You look a bit pale."
Bo Xiyun already had a fair complexion, and in recent days, with the school's trend of taking instant photos, he always appeared overexposed, as if his features were outlined with warm light.
However, at this moment, the young boy sitting in the window's embrace seemed devoid of any color on his face. Under the sparing winter sunlight, he appeared almost translucent and delicate, as if he could dissipate with a touch.
"Maybe it's because of the sudden drop in temperature today, it's too cold," Bo Xiyun replied, not feeling anything out of the ordinary. "I'm fine, thank you, teacher."
Today, there was indeed a rare cold wave with a sharp drop in temperature, and the north wind was howling. However, the homeroom teacher clearly didn't believe that was the sole reason.
He had heard about the recent events in the boy's family.
After careful consideration, the homeroom teacher finally said, "Be sure to add more clothes during the temperature drop. You had a high fever just last week, so take good care of yourself."
After the young boy nodded in agreement, the homeroom teacher still felt concerned and added, "If you have any issues, remember to tell the teacher. Even during the holidays, my phone is always on."
Finally, the homeroom teacher stuffed some warm candied chestnuts into the boy's arms before letting him go.
Once the young boy left, the teachers in the office sighed.
"Ah, such a good child, how did he end up with all these messy things?"
A teacher who was unaware of the situation asked curiously, "Is the rumor about the real and fake young master of the Bai family true?"
"Of course, it's true. The Bai family found their real son and discovered that this one at home is not their own. They threw all his belongings out on the same day."
"They threw him out?!"
"Let's say they found out their child was fake, and while it's understandable that the parents were angry, they went too far with this matter!"
"Yes, this child was participating in the national competition in the capital city of B, and the Bai family directly went to B city. They tried to change the child's surname, refusing to let him continue to be surnamed Bai."
"The child fell ill the same day, with a high fever of forty-one degrees. Mr. Liu was so worried, and the boy's father didn't even ask a single question."
"Really... Even if it's just a little cat or dog, after raising them for so many years, shouldn't there be some affection?"
The teachers sighed again, saying, "Ah, what a tragedy."
Inside the office, the discussion went unheard by Bo Xiyun (the current name of the young boy).
However, he just noticed a stack of document forms on the homeroom teacher's desk.
Those were the forms for changing the name information in the school records.
From Bai Xiyun to Bo Xiyun.
Bo Xiyun remained unaffected by this change, as the latter name was actually more familiar to him than Bai. No one knew that the current Bo Xiyun had transmigrated after that high fever.
The fever of forty-one degrees had left Bo Xiyun's initial awakening in a state of confusion, and his memory was not very clear. It took him quite some effort to confirm his identity.
The weirdest thing was that he also heard a strange conversation out of nowhere.
"Is this enough? Has he started the treatment?"
"Yes, but he needs to handle the rest himself. Our energy is not enough to monitor what happens after that..."
(*they seem to be the one responsible for our MC's transmigration*)
This unfamiliar voice abruptly appeared in Bo Xiyun's mind and then completely disappeared, never to be heard again.
As he fully regained consciousness, Bo Xiyun faced an extremely unfamiliar world, even having to contemplate how to use various everyday objects before proceeding.
However, he was very familiar with his own body.
Even when he looked in the mirror for the first time after waking up, Bo Xiyun felt no surprise or strangeness.
Unfamiliar with the world, yet familiar with his body.
Could it be that he had transmigrated into an alternate version of himself?
Bo Xiyun didn't have time to dwell on this thought because the intense competition finals began soon after.
Fortunately, being familiar with his body gave Bo Xiyun a great advantage, and he smoothly completed the competition.
Now, after returning to Q city and meeting the Bai family members and seeing the name change form, Bo Xiyun had a better understanding of his situation.
So, in that conversation, the most crucial word was "treatment."
Was it meant for him to heal his current predicament?
It seemed that he would have to face not just one forced name change.
Pondering these thoughts, Bo Xiyun walked back to the classroom.
Inside the warm classroom, the discussions were still going on energetically.
"Today, not only the competition team came back, but it seems that the previous year's high school third-year gold medal winner is also coming to the school."
"High school third-year gold medal? Oh my, is it Senior Yi?"
"That legendary school genius handsome guy? Are we going to see him in person today?"
"We went to the third-year building last year to secretly take a look. He's quite handsome, but he's too aloof. People say no one dares to pursue him."
"Not just that, it seems he doesn't even like rumors. There are hardly any people who dare to show interest in him."
"No one dares? Hey, I remember not too long ago there were rumors about someone liking him..."
The discussion behind suddenly became chaotic, as if someone hurriedly stopped them from speaking further.
Coincidentally, Bo Xiyun, lost in thought about his own matters, didn't pay much attention and pushed the door open to walk in.
...
The classroom suddenly fell silent for a moment. Bo Xiyun raised his head and saw quite a few students who were just chatting now staring at him with strange expressions. The atmosphere felt somewhat peculiar.
Not paying much attention, Bo Xiyun asked, "What's going on?"
"It's nothing, nothing!" The math class representative rushed forward, "By the way, Xiyun, how did you calculate the four-thirds square root of two just now? I tried three times, but couldn't get that result."
After Bo Xiyun was taken away, everyone subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and changed the topic to something else.
"Finally, take the intersection of these two cases, and that should be it."
Bo Xiyun finished writing the process and handed the draft paper to the class representative. The class representative stared at the equations on the paper and suddenly slammed the desk.
"You're amazing, Xiyun! No wonder it's you!"
Bo Xiyun chuckled, "It's not that exaggerated."
"You are amazing," the class representative insisted for some unknown reason.
Another girl who was listening nearby nodded, "Yes, I think so too. Many people like you."
Other classmates chimed in, "Yes, even if some people don't like you, it's not your problem. It's just that they lack vision!"
"?" Bo Xiyun vaguely felt that the topic was going a bit off track.
He could tell that everyone was trying to comfort him with good intentions, so he just nodded in response.
Although he was a bit puzzled by these remarks and didn't fully understand, he could sense their kindness.
Not long after, the bell rang, signaling the usual dinner time.
Even though they could leave campus tomorrow, the atmosphere tonight remained relaxed and lively due to the upcoming holiday. Someone from the grade office inquired and confirmed that an alumnus had indeed returned.
"An alumnus has really come back! Director personally went to welcome them, and tonight, the whole grade is going to the auditorium to listen to their speech."
"Yay!!"
The students became excited. As long as they didn't have to attend class, they were happy to do anything else.
The third floor of the senior building became even more crowded and noisy.
Several classmates invited Bo Xiyun to go to the cafeteria together. He thought it was a good opportunity to familiarize himself with the surroundings, so he went along with them.
However, the post-exam crowd was particularly chaotic, and just as they stepped out of the teaching building, Bo Xiyun got separated from his classmates while putting on his mask.
Suddenly, someone stopped him.
"Hey, are you from the third year?"
The person was wearing the uniform of a second-year student. Due to the cold weather and flu prevention measures, students were all wearing masks outdoors. However, the person's face was unfamiliar, and Bo Xiyun was sure he didn't know him.
The person asked, "Where is the Si Learning Hall?"
(Study hall)
Bo Xiyun gave him directions based on his memory, but the second-year student didn't leave. He looked at his watch and clicked his tongue, "I don't have enough time. I can't go, so can you deliver this for me?"
The second-year student handed a piece of paper to Bo Xiyun and pointed out the venue, "I'm from the Student Union. Take this schedule to Zone One, and you must deliver it within ten minutes."
He also took out his phone and snapped a photo of Bo Xiyun's student badge, saying, "Hurry, don't be late."
"Remember, deliver it directly to the person himself!"
After the second-year student finished speaking, he left, and Bo Xiyun looked at the sealed paper and hesitated for a moment.
The name of the recipient was written on it.
The classmates who got separated found him, and Bo Xiyun told them he would go to Zone One.
He agreed to help because of the name written on the paper.
Yi Zhongshen.
If he guessed correctly, this should be the former top scorer in the previous year's college entrance examination, whom his classmates mentioned might be giving a speech tonight.
However, besides that, Bo Xiyun vaguely felt that there was something familiar about this name.
*
Zone One.
The intersection of the main road on campus was bright and spacious, crowded with excited and curious students.
"God Yi!!"
"Ah, it's Zhongshen!"
They all came to see the legendary study god.
Yi Zhongshen's sudden arrival was indeed unexpected, but he had barely entered the campus before he was surrounded by students who had heard the news.
Even his teacher who came to pick him up was a step too late.
It was only when the grade director hurried over that they managed to barely control the situation.
"Alright, alright, everyone calm down! Finished the exam and went wild, huh?"
It was really an unfortunate timing. If it were on a regular day, even if some celebrity came, it would be difficult to attract much attention, as students usually spent more than ten hours in class each day.
But today, right after the exams at Yizhong First High School, students were bursting with energy, and it was hard to hold them back, let alone those who ran out of their classrooms.
Thus, even with the intervention of the grade director, they couldn't stop everyone.
In the blink of an eye, someone rushed up to the tall and aloof young man.
"Senior."
The person was a girl, standing face to face with Yi Zhongshen, and her cheeks visibly turned red.
"Hey."
Other students followed suit, whistling and teasing.
"So bold, calling him 'senior'!"
(*they are not familiar but the girl used intimate word like senior*)
The girl's ears turned even redder, but she still persisted, "I'm sorry to bother you. I have something to give you."
She obviously knew Yi Zhongshen's personality and added, "It's from a friend who asked me to help deliver it to you. She really hopes you'll accept it, can you?"
The other students understood it was just an excuse.
"Is this 'friend' of yours actually you.jpg"
As the gift was presented, even the commotion caused by the grade director was overshadowed, and everyone's attention was drawn to Yi Zhongshen, curious about his response.
However, Yi Zhongshen didn't show much reaction.
He was a handsome young man, but exuded an obvious aloofness and coldness, which made his casual black and white outfit stand out from the school uniform. He wore a dark gray mask, and his prominent brow ridge, combined with the setting sun's light, cast a thin shadow, adding to the coldness of his handsome features.
Despite the crowd around, no one approached him within half a meter.
"No."
Yi Zhongshen's response was brief, with a low and cold voice.
"Thank you."
His refusal was blunt and left no room for negotiation.
The girl seemed slightly stiff, as if she wanted to say something more, but in front of the boy's cold expression, she ultimately didn't dare to speak again. She nodded stiffly and then turned and walked away.
Everyone looked at Yi Zhongshen and instinctively lowered their voices, making the surroundings unusually quiet.
Just as Teacher Liu managed to make his way through the crowd to take Yi Zhongshen and the grade director to the office building, there was another commotion among the students.
A boy with exceptionally beautiful features walked from the edge of the crowd to the center, apologizing softly as he did so.
"Xiyun?"
Teacher Liu was the leader of this year's competition team, so he naturally recognized Bo Xiyun.
"Teacher Liu."
The boy greeted him and then turned to Yi Zhongshen in the center of the crowd, taking out a paper envelope.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but there's something I want to give you."
This familiar phrasing immediately caused many students' expressions to become subtle.
Another gift?
However, Bo Xiyun was unaware of this. Having just arrived, he didn't know about the recent events in the area, with so many students surrounding him.
He said, "A student council member asked me to deliver the schedule to you, saying it's for you personally."
He had intended to leave after delivering the message, but while speaking, Bo Xiyun noticed the other boy's gaze.
The boy in front of him was much taller, looking down at him with deep hazel eyes, calm and tranquil.
Bo Xiyun saw the boy extending his hand towards him, with long and slender fingers, exuding a sense of strength and power. However, when he heard about the delivery on behalf of someone else, Yi Zhongshen's action paused for a moment.
"A schedule?"
Teacher Liu, who heard the conversation, took the envelope from Bo Xiyun's hand.
He casually opened it, asking, "Who sent this..."
Before he could finish speaking, both Teacher Liu and the grade director were stunned.
Even some students nearby couldn't help but gasp.
The reason was apparent: when the envelope was opened, there was no schedule inside, only a few clear and elegant words.
[Yi:
I like you.]
Teacher Liu looked surprisedly at Bo Xiyun, while more students couldn't help but look at Yi Zhongshen, their eyes fixed on him.
Actually, even without reading the message, it was quite evident.
Everyone had guessed that no matter what kind of confession or gesture of goodwill was presented, the school genius would respond with the same merciless rejection.
But to their surprise -
Yi Zhongshen didn't immediately refuse as everyone had expected.
His expression remained unchanged, and even in the face of the "confessor" who had caused astonishment among the surrounding crowd, his cold demeanor showed no signs of emotion.
However, as the sun was setting, casting a dusky hue, his once shallow and cold eyes seemed somewhat obscure.
"Something must have gone wrong..."
Teacher Liu noticed that the atmosphere wasn't right and was about to explain a few words, but then Yi Zhongshen finally took his gaze away from Bo Xiyun. He glanced at the note again and suddenly spoke.
His low magnetic voice was even ahead of Teacher Liu's explanation, making it crystal clear to everyone.
"This is not his handwriting."
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Tn: Updated version. It was too cringey