The Delicate White Rabbit and the Good Student

Ye Shengge did not understand why that ill-tempered boy would describe him that way.

In a state of panic and grievance, he lowered his head, not daring to glance in that direction again. He couldn’t help but think: was the “little rabbit” metaphor an insult to his timid and crybaby nature? But he was really trying his best to toughen up. Even when he felt like crying, he held back his tears; at most, his eyes got a little red. He wasn’t like a little rabbit at all.

However, the hearts of the audience in the live-stream room had long since tilted toward the ill-tempered boy. They actually quite agreed with the “little rabbit” comparison.

[I’m dead! This dog man really knows what he’s doing. He actually called the wife a little rabbit!] [Hehehehe, the wife is white and soft. Isn’t he exactly like a soft, fragrant little white rabbit? He’d probably taste delicious too.] [Hahaha, sister, you’re amazing. I just walked in and got tripped by the underwear you left on the floor.] [Stop talking, everyone. The wife looks like he’s about to start smoking from embarrassment.]

Seeing more and more comments mixed with “yellow waste,” Ye Shengge couldn’t help but glare indignantly toward the bullet-chat, speaking in a small, soft voice. “Don’t be like this, or I’ll get angry.”

Just then, a cold, indifferent voice suddenly rang out. “What are you doing?”

It was his deskmate, the good student. After asking, his gaze shifted from his textbook to Ye Shengge, the emotions in his eyes complex and difficult to discern.

“Ah?” Ye Shengge was startled, and his face suddenly turned a deep red. He belatedly realized that the direction he had been glaring at earlier was also the direction where his deskmate was sitting.

In other words, from the perspective of the good student, he had not only been glared at for no reason but had also been threatened.

Ye Shengge, who had performed these bizarre actions, looked exactly like a little fool. It was truly embarrassing.

Ye Shengge wanted to explain, but his tongue was clumsy. He stuttered for a long while without managing a complete sentence, getting so anxious he nearly cried.

Even worse, the subject teacher entered the classroom at this critical moment and announced the start of class.

How could a good student talk during the vital moments of a lesson? The boy, radiating a cold aura, moved his gaze away from Ye Shengge and back to his textbook, showing no intention of continuing the previous topic.

Ye Shengge thus lost his chance to explain in time. He was too embarrassed to interrupt the good student’s focused listening, so he could only sit there agonizing by himself.

“The new student in the back row, please stand up and answer the small question on page thirty-six of the textbook.” The teacher on the podium was observant. He had spotted Ye Shengge’s wandering mind early on. He hadn’t planned on shaming the new student on his first day, but eventually, his patience ran out.

Hearing the familiar term “new student,” Ye Shengge subconsciously stood up. He looked at the teacher with a dazed expression, appearing pitifully at a loss.

The teacher had been somewhat angry, but after seeing the face Ye Shengge revealed and his helpless, pitiful state, his tone involuntarily softened. He asked again, “New student, what is your answer?”

Ye Shengge felt even more lost. He had only heard the teacher tell the “new student” to stand up; nothing else had registered in his mind, let alone an answer.

The silence stretched on. The students’ eyes all fell on Ye Shengge.

Feeling those strange, varied gazes on him, Ye Shengge felt both anxious and afraid. A layer of moisture began to shimmer in his eyes. Although the teacher and students looked normal, he hadn’t forgotten the clues revealed in the dungeon task. – Within Grade 12 Class 5, there is a hidden boss.

The dungeon plot hadn’t officially unfolded yet, so logically there shouldn’t be any danger. But the moment Ye Shengge thought that this scene might be watched by the boss, or that one of the people staring at him was the boss, he wished he could bury himself in a crack in the floor.

It was truly eerie. Ye Shengge thought: He really wasn’t suited for this kind of horror game. Even imaginary scenarios could scare him half to death.

Just as Ye Shengge was becoming increasingly uneasy, a voice suddenly rang out, breaking the eerie silence in the classroom.

“Teacher, he’s a new student. He doesn’t have a book. How is he supposed to answer your question?” The speaker’s tone was full of irritability and impatience.

He didn’t give the teacher any face at all.

However, he successfully scared away the gazes of the other students from Ye Shengge.

Ye Shengge turned his head to look at the speaker. It was the ill-tempered boy who had compared him to a little rabbit.

Strangely, even after being challenged like this, the teacher didn’t show an angry expression. Just like the other students, he seemed to be wary of the irritable boy.

But before Ye Shengge could think further, the teacher spoke. “In that case, the new student can sit down first. After class, don’t forget to go to the lecture hall with the class monitor to pick up a full set of textbooks.”

Hearing this, Ye Shengge quickly threw away the messy thoughts in his head and eagerly nodded in agreement. At this moment, he didn’t even stop to think about who the class monitor was.

The teacher didn’t say more. In his view, if Ye Shengge didn’t know who the monitor was, he could just ask the other students.

But after everything that had happened, Ye Shengge didn’t dare speak to those classmates. This resulted in him being completely dumbfounded when class ended. If he didn’t know who the class monitor was, how was he supposed to go to the lecture hall for his books?

Break time was limited, and Ye Shengge didn’t want to waste it hesitating. He looked at his deskmate with a hesitant expression, wanting to ask if he knew who the monitor was.

Currently, the people in the class who gave Ye Shengge the greatest sense of security—aside from this cold, aloof good student—was that irritable boy from before.

However, if he had to choose one of the two to ask, Ye Shengge would definitely choose the cold, good student. This was because he always felt like the irritable boy might rush up and punch him at any second.

But before Ye Shengge could get the question out, his deskmate suddenly stood up and said, “Let’s go.” Then, he walked out of the classroom without looking back.

Ye Shengge subconsciously followed his footsteps and asked softly, “Where are we going?”

The good student stopped and frowned slightly, clearly not understanding why Ye Shengge would ask such a question, and even less understanding why someone would foolishly follow another person without knowing the destination. But he still said with relative patience, “To get the textbooks.”

The answer was still very concise.

However, remembering what the teacher had said last period, Ye Shengge understood. He thought somewhat proudly that his judgment was truly accurate; this good student was not only high-achieving but also the class monitor.

Thinking of this, Ye Shengge’s tone became much more cheerful, and his heart settled down. “Thank you, Class Monitor.”

Influenced by the halo a bad student naturally sees around a top student, this “Class Monitor” was called out particularly clearly. Ye Shengge even had the illusion that his sense of security increased just by walking with the class monitor.

But when the boy heard this thanks, his brow furrowed even tighter, and his tone turned a few degrees colder. “Mu Jinran.”

Ye Shengge was stunned, then quickly realized what the good student meant. Though the tone was indifferent, this was indeed a brief self-introduction.

“Thank you, Mu Jinran.” Ye Shengge felt the good student’s manner was a bit awkward, but he timely corrected himself, following the other’s wish by adding his name to the thanks.

This thanks sounded much closer than the previous one. Mu Jinran’s furrowed brow slowly relaxed. He nodded expressionlessly and continued walking.

He was much taller than Ye Shengge, and his legs were significantly longer, but his strides were not large, keeping a pace that Ye Shengge could easily follow.

As Ye Shengge followed behind him, he sighed inwardly again. The class monitor was indeed a smart student; even his way of handling things was much better than a poor student like him.

The lecture hall wasn’t too far from the Grade 12 Class 5 classroom. Under Mu Jinran’s lead, they arrived quickly.

The teacher on duty heard their explanation and pointed to a large pile of books on the floor. “The books are all here. You can only take one of each. Don’t make a mistake.”

Ye Shengge subconsciously looked where the teacher was pointing and saw a pile of books that seemed to have no end. The fear of being dominated by senior year flooded back. He felt incredibly aggrieved.

He felt he was the unluckiest person in the world. He had finally struggled through the college entrance exams and entered university, but before he could enjoy a few happy days, he was pulled into a horror game by the system where he could lose his life at any moment. Now, he was being forced to relive his senior year. It was a double blow!

What worried Ye Shengge most was how to carry so many books back to the classroom. If he carried them bit by bit, he might not finish by the time school ended.

But he was too embarrassed to trouble Mu Jinran. However, just because he didn’t say it didn’t mean Mu Jinran wouldn’t take the initiative.

While Ye Shengge was staring at the pile of books in distress, Mu Jinran rolled up his sleeves and leaned down to pick them up. In the blink of an eye, he was holding a stack of books. Because of the effort, the firm muscles on his arms bulged.

Ye Shengge’s eyes widened in surprise. He never expected that the class monitor, who looked so refined on the surface, would have such a good physique.

But after a brief moment of surprise, Ye Shengge quickly snapped out of it and followed behind Mu Jinran to grab books. Carrying the books was his own responsibility; even if the class monitor was kind-hearted, he couldn’t push his luck and take advantage of him.

Mu Jinran, however, clearly didn’t think that way.

Seeing the youth struggling but still trying to carry the books, Mu Jinran couldn’t help but frown. “The books are heavy. I’ll carry them.” If this delicate new student had any problems because of carrying books, it would bring him unnecessary trouble.

In the live-stream room, the viewers who had already been urging Ye Shengge to put the books down became even more self-righteous after hearing Mu Jinran’s words.

[Wife, did you hear that? Put the books down quickly. Your hands are all red, it breaks my heart wooo.] [This wild man knows how to cherish people. I’ll reluctantly allow him to get a little closer to the wife.] [When has my delicate and timid wife ever suffered such grievance? Wooo, it hurts my heart to death.] [Someone offered to help; if you don’t take advantage of it, you’re a fool. Wife, put the books down!]

Ye Shengge remained unmoved. Although fine beads of sweat had formed on his forehead and his face was flushed pink, he stubbornly held the last book in his arms, looked up, and said firmly, “I can do it.”

This sentence was not just for himself, but for Mu Jinran and the audience in the live-stream room.

Though he was timid and delicate and had no merits other than his beauty, his thoughts were very clear. Even if he was lucky in this dungeon and a kind NPC offered a helping hand, it might not be the same in the next one. To survive, he had to rely more on his own efforts rather than pinning his hopes on others.

The audience in the live-stream room clearly thought of this as well. Although everyone still felt heartbroken, they stopped sending messages telling him to put the books down. Instead, they respected Ye Shengge’s choice, silently giving tips while watching him hold the books tighter.

Mu Jinran looked at him from the side for a few seconds. Finally, he gave in. “If you can’t carry them anymore, remember to tell me. Don’t force yourself. I’ll help you.”

Looking at the good student he had forced into saying quite a few more words, Ye Shengge burst out laughing. “Okay.”

“Mm.” Though he didn’t know what was so funny about that sentence, Mu Jinran felt that Ye Shengge’s smile was more pleasing than his previous stubborn and serious look. He didn’t ask further and walked out carrying the books.

When they left the lecture hall, the distance between Mu Jinran and Ye Shengge was much closer than when they arrived.

Ye Shengge felt that Mu Jinran moved closer so he could take the books from him promptly if he got tired. Feeling warm inside, he couldn’t help but lean a little closer to Mu Jinran.

For a moment, the two of them were very close.

Mu Jinran pursed his lips, and a strange light quickly flashed through his normally emotionless eyes. However, this strangeness was quickly hidden, and he returned to his previous indifferent state, showing no sign of anything unusual.

Ye Shengge, who was struggling with the books, naturally didn’t notice. But this split-second change was seen by the audience in the live-stream room who had been watching Mu Jinran.

[Holy sh*t, that wild man’s expression just now was terrifying. He looked like he wanted to swallow the wife whole! Is he the mastermind boss of this dungeon?] [Although I also hate this NPC for competing for the wife, I watched a stream of a mid-level expert in this dungeon before. He submitted the class monitor as the boss, but the answer was wrong.] [Thank goodness the boss isn’t this dog man, otherwise the wife would be so sad.] [But… am I the only one who wants to see the class monitor be the bad guy? Pretending to be a gentleman to trick the wife while secretly planning how to bully the beautiful wife?] [Count me in. Our beautiful wife is so stupid, he definitely wouldn’t find out the truth. He’d be bullied by the wild man while crying and praying for the good class monitor to save him, not knowing the wild man bullying him is the good monitor…] [I’m handing you the pen! Write it quickly!! Don’t make me kneel and beg you!!!]

The more Ye Shengge read, the redder his face became. He was too guilty to look toward Mu Jinran. He thought indignantly: these viewers with heads full of yellow waste really need to be educated. The class monitor isn’t a pervert like they said.

However, since they helped confirm the class monitor isn’t the horror world boss, he would consider it making up for their crimes. If there was a next time, he wouldn’t let them off so easily.