I, Shirataki, just want a peaceful life

After confirming that Third Mom’s disgust was only because a burly man in a JK uniform was too repulsive, and not because Bai Long himself was too ugly as a man, Bai Shuang breathed a sigh of relief.

They talked a bit more.

Third Mom agreed to let Bai Long continue living as a male, but as a poor mother’s plea, she hoped he would occasionally change back and let her get her fix.

Solving the identity issue didn’t take much effort for Bai Long.

For a former top agent, altering information was no big deal.

And then…

“Hello, little…”

Bai Long started, instinctively about to say “little friends” before catching himself and correcting his words.

“Hello, dear classmates. I’m Bai Long, the new transfer student.”

After he finished speaking, the homeroom teacher signaled, and the classroom filled with sparse applause, not exactly warm.

Bai Long lowered his eyes and gave a slight nod in thanks, his gaze sweeping across the room.

Huh?

The average attractiveness in this class was way too high.

No, it wasn’t just this class.

Thinking back to the people he had seen since arriving, it seemed the average looks in this world were far better than in the world where he served as a soldier.

In the agent world, he had considered himself somewhat handsome, but now, sitting in this classroom, he could only be described as average and plain.

Still, Third Mom and his female form could still crush everyone here.

That was good; his earlier judgment had been correct.

With that thought, Bai Long pulled his mind back, kept his face expressionless, and said in a listless tone, “Let’s get along.”

…

Three months later.

The classroom was noisy, but Bai Long had nothing to do with it.

As the class’s invisible man, he wasn’t angry at all.

In fact, he was thrilled.

This was the fruit of his labor!

In these three months, Bai Long had encountered many things.

…

First month.

Sunlight slanted through the classroom windows.

Three pretty gyaru girls in short skirts and heavy makeup suddenly surrounded Bai Long’s desk.

The leader, with curly chestnut hair and bright red nail polish, tapped heavily on the desk.

Mocking, she said, “Hey, nerd, you’re always reading. Are you a top student?”

Bai Long paused in turning a page, his eyes narrowing.

Something was off.

Very off.

On the surface, he just looked up, but his mind was racing.

This kind of scene was classic.

Although it felt a bit narcissistic, to ensure his retirement life went smoothly…

Yeah, he’d do it like this.

Bai Long raised his face, putting on a goofy grin, deliberately squinting his eyes and forcing wrinkles at the corners.

How to describe it…

You know that isekai uncle smile?

Yeah, he deliberately twisted his expression into that kind of funny face.

“Hehehe, do you want to know what I’m reading?”

The chestnut-haired girl: ???

She and her two companions froze, clearly not expecting this response.

And in that brief daze, no one noticed that Bai Long had quietly swapped the book in his hand.

What had been a serious book was now a flashy harem manga, with a suggestive cover that was hard to miss.

With his subtle move, the three girls naturally noticed the book.

Then, as if scalded, they stepped back several paces.

The chestnut-haired girl’s arrogance vanished, replaced by pure disgust.

For the next week, the three girls gave Bai Long a wide berth, not even meeting his eyes.

After Bai Long attached his newly arrived anime merch to his backpack, they treated him like a snake or scorpion, taking detours whenever they saw him.

Next came the second month.

After school, fewer and fewer people remained in the classroom.

Bai Long was packing his bag when he heard the click-clack of high heels in the hallway.

He looked up and saw the pretty English teacher, in a fitted dress, leaning against the doorframe.

Her makeup was flawless, and she stared straight at him with a meaningful smile.

Bai Long looked at her, and she looked back.

“Bai Long, can you come to my office?”

She said, approaching slowly, her voice syrupy sweet.

As she spoke, her fingertips brushed against Bai Long’s hand, leaving a faint, cool touch.

And then…

Then Bai Long’s damned agent radar went off again.

He knew this feeling too well.

Past experience told him that when someone approached him this proactively with a suggestive tone, they usually wanted him dead.

Bai Long didn’t hesitate.

He pulled out his phone, started recording, and then stepped into the teacher’s office.

As soon as he entered, the teacher locked the door behind them.

Click.

The lock engaged, and the room was instantly thick with ambiguity.

She hurried up to Bai Long, close enough that he could smell her strong perfume.

Her breath was warm.

“Bai Long, I think you’re special, so mature…”

Before she could finish, Bai Long expressionlessly raised his phone and saved the recording.

Then he looked at the teacher, whose face had slightly changed, and said coldly, “Teacher, I think you’ve earned your death.”

The next day, investigators from the education bureau came to the school.

In the conference room, when the office recording played in full, the pretty teacher’s face went ashen.

She collapsed onto the floor, trembling uncontrollably.

Needless to say, she was unceremoniously fired!

Then came the third month, just last month.

It was during lunch break.

Bai Long was dozing on the desk when a girl’s voice sounded in his ear.

“Bai Long!”

He opened his eyes suddenly, slowly lifting his gaze, soon meeting a pair of lively, almond-shaped eyes.

The newcomer was a pretty girl with a high ponytail, her bangs fluttering slightly in the wind as she smiled at him.

Oh, the class monitor.

She said with a smile, “The student council president wants to see you. Are you free after school?”

Bai Long frowned, briefly recalling what the president looked like.

Female.

Pretty.

At first glance, she gave off a vibe of being manipulative and troublesome.

Damn it.

His agent radar was going off again!

Absolutely nothing good!

He wasn’t playing this game!

His mind was full of complaints, but outwardly he remained impassive.

Bai Long nodded expressionlessly.

“Okay. See you after school.”

The girl, pleased he agreed so readily, smiled and left.

But as soon as the dismissal bell rang, Bai Long didn’t care if the teacher was still lecturing.

He stood up abruptly.

Shouting “See you, teacher!” to the podium, he swiftly stuffed his textbooks and stationery into his bag.

He zipped it up while swinging the bag over his shoulder, then went straight to the window.

He climbed onto the sill, grabbed the drainpipe outside, and slid down like a nimble cat.

Hitting the ground, he sprinted out of the school.

Hahahaha!

See ya later, suckers!

Trying to trap me?

No way!