Because of My Stupidity, I Became a Timid Vampire

Chapter 31 : It's Just the Master's Task

"Hello everyone, my name is Bei Yaofeng. Bei as in north, Yao as in Yaoyue, Feng as in gentle breeze. I'm very happy to become classmates with everyone."

The throbbing pain from her nose made Xifeng's eyebrows scrunch tightly together. Because she was covering her nose forcefully, her voice sounded nasal, a bit like a sulking child.

The twinkling crimson star-like eyes with tiny sparkles, combined with the timid aura she unconsciously displayed, made Xifeng's overall impression among her classmates completely opposite to the strong image she had hoped for.

Confident girl? Nonexistent. Standing on the stage was just a natural airhead loli.

Like a stone stirring up a thousand ripples, the classroom soon began heated discussions.

"Bei Yaofeng? I remember there's someone called Bei Yaoyue in the class next door, right?"

"They should be sisters. The surname Bei Yao is quite rare."

"One called Feng, one called Yue, it reminds me of 'flowers, birds, wind, and moon'—ah, so romantic. Do you think they might have two more sisters called Bei Yaohua and Bei Yaoniao?"

"Sister with black hair, younger sister with silver hair, sister with blue eyes, younger sister with red eyes—they're truly a perfect pair. Which of the two do you think is prettier?"

"Only kids make choices. I want them both."

Of course, these discussions wouldn't reach Xifeng's ears. All she could hear was the complex noise.

"Do you have any hobbies?" Mo Yu beside her tried to guide Xifeng to introduce more about herself.

"Hobbies... playing games, browsing forums, watching NBA... that's about it."

As soon as she finished speaking, surprised voices came from below.

"Those don't sound like a girl's hobbies at all." Mo Yu complained, expressing the thoughts of most students.

"Haha......" Xifeng laughed awkwardly, trying to get by with cuteness. I never said I was a girl—you all just assumed that yourselves.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

Someone from below suddenly shouted an inexplicable question, though it was unclear which troublemaker had called it out.

"Uh......" Xifeng laughed awkwardly and quickly shook her head: "No."

Never mind now—she felt she could never have a boyfriend in this lifetime.

She wasn't gay, so she completely couldn't accept having a male partner. Wasn't yuri much better?

"Then do you have someone you like?" The troublemaker persisted relentlessly.

"......No."

Annoyed, Xifeng's eyes swept back and forth across the classroom like radar, trying to identify the troublemaker.

Unfortunately, everyone was chattering away in discussion, making it quite difficult to distinguish who had asked the question.

Seeing Xifeng's embarrassment, Mo Yu interjected: "Alright, alright, the self-introduction is about done. If you have questions, you can talk to Student Bei Yaofeng privately after class. It's time to prepare for class."

Breathing a sigh of relief, Xifeng cast a grateful look at Mo Yu. If Mo Yu hadn't helped her out, who knows how many more troublesome questions would have been waiting for her.

"You can sit there." Mo Yu pointed to an empty seat in the third row from the back by the window.

As soon as she sat down, the boy next to her proactively struck up a conversation: "Hello, I'm Bai Pu."

"Hello."

After the simple exchange, the two could be considered acquainted, and Xifeng began organizing the books needed for the first math class.

"Class!"

The math teacher was a somewhat balding but very energetic middle-aged man.

"Stand up!"

"Good morning, teacher!"

"I can't hear you!" The math teacher frowned and said loudly: "Didn't you eat breakfast? With such a quiet voice, do you still want to go to college?"

"Good—morn—ing—teach—er—"

The sight of the entire class shouting in unison startled Xifeng. Good heavens, she'd never seen such a scene before.

"Good! Very spirited! Hello, students. Please sit down."

The math teacher nodded with satisfaction, opened his lesson plan, and began his eloquent lecture.

At first, Xifeng listened attentively, but after just five minutes, she wanted to collapse on her desk and sleep.

Because it was just too boring!

As a graduate from a first-tier university, relearning high school knowledge was, if not effortless, then more than adequate for her—especially in math and English.

For someone who had been baptized by graduate-level calculus, high school math was simply child's play. English would be no problem either, and she had studied physics in college. The only subjects she might need to worry about were chemistry and biology, which she had abandoned for four whole years.

Hmm... was she forgetting something?

Chinese? What was that? Could you eat it?

After mentally calculating like this, Xifeng suddenly felt her academic pressure might be much smaller than she had imagined.

"If only I could play on my phone."

Xifeng muttered, though she was just thinking about it. She had the heart of a thief but not the courage—that described her perfectly.

Tianshui No. 1 High School could become a top high school in Crescent City partly due to appropriate educational methods, but also because of its very strict school rules and discipline.

One rule was that during class, all non-learning-related and unnecessary behaviors were strictly prohibited. Getting caught playing on your phone during class at Tianshui No. 1 High School was much more serious than at ordinary high schools—if you didn't have connections to smooth things over, you might be expelled directly.

Her eyes began wandering aimlessly around the classroom, when suddenly Xifeng discovered something jaw-dropping—her deskmate Bai Pu was secretly playing mobile games.

Bai Pu had built a small platform with books in front of his desk, and also placed a book stand on the side, creating an impenetrable barrier. He was brazenly playing on his phone like this on his desk.

He looked straight ahead, staring intently at the blackboard while using his peripheral vision to play on his phone. From the front, you absolutely couldn't tell anything was wrong—clearly an experienced veteran slacker.

Xifeng couldn't help but sigh with admiration. As expected of the talent-producing Tianshui No. 1 High School—there were always people who put special effort into strange areas.

Since she had nothing else to do anyway, Xifeng simply focused on watching Bai Pu play his game. She didn't dare play herself, but watching shouldn't cause any problems.

If there were any, they wouldn't affect her anyway.

Watching and watching, until the class bell rang, Xifeng suddenly realized with shock that an entire class period had ended.

"What game are you playing?" Xifeng asked curiously. She mainly played PC and console games and didn't have much contact with mobile games.

"Knot God, have you heard of it?"

"No." Xifeng shook her head.

Scratching his head, Bai Pu said bluntly: "A brain-dead game. I don't recommend you play it. I'm just going to swarm it at launch and then quit."

"Now you've got my attention." Xifeng's eyes lit up: "I love eating melons the most. Quick, tell me how this game is brain-dead."

Usually, her favorite section to browse on LGA was the "Melon Events" board, nicknamed the melon board. Being a melon-eating spectator was just too enjoyable.

"Simply put, a princess syndrome producer wrote a disgusting netorare plot that revolted everyone."

"More specifically?" Xifeng pressed, because cutting a melon without opening it would incur divine punishment.

Bai Pu organized his words and slowly said: "The protagonist controlled by the player isn't a person, but a soul orb—probably meaning a muddled ball.

"In the plot, the protagonist just keeps watching female lead Chujiu, female second lead Shaojian, and male second lead Shaoriitian being lovey-dovey together, while the protagonist can only keep licking from the sidelines, not even qualifying as a backup.

"Chujiu likes Shaoriitian, Shaoriitian is Shaojian's master, and the protagonist is just a simp.

"After Shaoriitian dies, Chujiu confesses to the protagonist to make the protagonist sacrifice himself to revive Shaoriitian. Shaojian likes the protagonist only because it's 'the master's task'—Shaoriitian ordered Shaojian to like the protagonist.

"You might not believe it, but the person who treats the protagonist best is actually Shaoriitian.

"This game's plot from beginning to end is just that princess syndrome producer projecting herself into Chujiu's perspective and writing Mary Sue domineering CEO fiction. It just went into open beta yesterday, and it's already been torn apart by criticism in one day."

"That is pretty disgusting." Xifeng agreed, thinking she missed such a sweet melon by not checking the melon board for just one day.

Just from Bai Pu's description, she found it incredible. This plot not only disgusted male players but female players too—what normal person would project themselves into the perspective of a green tea bitch like Chujiu? Was this company planning to abandon all players?

However, being able to not pander to otaku or fujoshi, and disgust players like this, could also be called having personality. This operation was enough to leave its name in mobile gaming history—though of course, as infamy.

"But then again, please don't insult netorare. How can this be called netorare?" Xifeng curled her lip disdainfully. Although she was a pure love warrior and could be said to be irreconcilable with netorare, she considered netorare a worthy opponent. She absolutely couldn't accept this kind of plot as netorare—it was simply an insult to netorare!

"Indeed, I was inconsiderate." Bai Pu nodded in deep agreement. Just then, a passing boy patted his shoulder.

"Bro Pu, nice! You're already making moves from the start?"

After teasing them, without waiting for either to react, the boy left with loud laughter.

"Sorry, don't mind what he said." Bai Pu smiled awkwardly.

"It's fine, it's fine." Xifeng was also embarrassed. Being teased like this was quite boring.

Sigh, young people......

"Xifeng."

Suddenly, a not-very-loud call penetrated the somewhat noisy classroom and clearly reached Xifeng's ears.

This voice was cold, stiff, yet very pleasant. Undoubtedly, this was Bei Yaoyue's voice.

Xifeng looked toward the source of the sound and indeed saw Bei Yaoyue at the front door.

Bei Yaoyue glanced at her once, then turned and left, but the meaning was obvious.

"Sorry, my sister is looking for me. I'll go out for a bit." Xifeng said to Bai Pu.