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Transfer Student
Day Five, Night
The lights in the dormitory corridor were still on.
The white fluorescent tubes flickered once in a while, casting a cold tint over the walls. From the distant bathroom came the sound of running water. In the room next door, someone was chatting in a low voice. Downstairs, the vending machine hummed through the floor, as if the dormitory building had not fully fallen asleep yet.
There was no wind outside the window.
The campus night was almost too quiet. The lights on the sports field had already gone out. Only a few windows in the distant school building were still lit. That small patch of light fell across the glass, reflecting Bai Xue’s silhouette as she sat at her desk.
She lowered her head and opened the notebook again.
The cover was plain. Black. No decoration.
But every page inside was filled with what she had observed over the past few days.
Bai Xue started from the first page.
The sound of paper turning was very light, yet in the quiet room, it was especially clear.
—Bai Xue · Infiltration Record.
The mission was simple.
Approach the target.
Confirm the jade pendant’s location.
Report back.
She gripped her pen, and the tip touched the page.
Lin Hao.
Baji Quan. Direct. Unguarded.
She paused, then added another line.
There are often doodles along the edges of his textbooks. Target’s sense of caution is almost zero.
The pen tip stopped beside the word “zero.”
Bai Xue looked at that line and blinked.
Getting close to Lin Hao was too easy.
So easy it did not even feel like a mission.
As long as she smiled and called him “Senior,” he would naturally turn around, naturally ask if she wanted to eat with them, and naturally treat her as an ordinary transfer student.
It was so easy that it made people relax.
Too relaxed.
On the third day, during P.E. class.
The corridor outside the changing room was quiet. The window was half-open, and sunlight slanted in, drawing a long strip of light across the floor. From the sports field in the distance came the sound of a whistle, along with waves of sneakers striking the ground.
Bai Xue stood beside the door, her body hidden in the part untouched by light.
Her gaze slipped through the crack of the door.
She saw Lin Hao’s neck.
The thin cord.
And something pressed beneath that cord.
She wrote in her notebook:
Jade pendant location confirmed. Lin Hao did not notice.
At that time, Lin Hao had only been standing inside, smiling and talking with his classmates.
There was no guardedness on his face.
No tension of someone being watched.
As if this school really was only a school.
As if he really was only an ordinary student.
Bai Xue withdrew her gaze.
There was no emotion on her face.
It was only a record.
A mission was a mission.
She turned to the next page.
Liu Yeqing.
Bagua Zhang. Observer type. Highly alert.
The pen tip stopped for an instant.
Outside the window, a leaf fell and slid along the glass. Bai Xue’s gaze followed it for a short distance before slowly returning.
She added:
Sensitive reaction toward contact with Lin Hao. Daily behavior stable. Prepares food.
The first time they made contact, Yeqing only looked at her once.
Just that one glance made Bai Xue stop.
It was not hostility.
Nor was it simple suspicion.
It felt more as if something about her had been seen.
That day, there were many students in the corridor. The smell of lunch drifted out from the classrooms. The sound of lunchboxes opening, classmates chatting, and chair legs scraping across the floor all mixed together.
But Yeqing’s glance was very quiet.
So quiet it felt as if she had not looked at Bai Xue’s appearance, nor listened to what she said.
Instead, she had seen the reason Bai Xue was standing there.
Bai Xue revised her assessment in her mind.
This person knows how to read people.
She continued the investigation.
Background clean. Qingxuan School. Normal family. Regular daily routine.
But something was wrong.
She lowered her head and added another line in the notebook:
The person closest to “inner method.” Reason unknown. Continue observing.
After writing that, she paused, then muttered very softly:
“And she seems to see through everything…”
That sentence did not enter the official record.
She turned the page.
Gu Chengyuan.
Jeet Kune Do. Strong observational ability.
Her pen stopped.
Bai Xue looked at that line, and her brows slowly furrowed.
Footsteps suddenly came from outside the dormitory corridor. Someone passed by her door, then quickly went away. She did not raise her head. She only tightened her grip on the pen.
Relationship with Lin Jing unclear. Interaction abnormal. Verbal aggression strong. Deliberate provocation.
When she reached this point, the pen tip stopped again.
She stared at the paper for several seconds, then heavily added one more line:
A super huge jerk.
After one second, she added:
He makes me so mad.
The strokes were much heavier than before.
Because she remembered that day in the corridor.
Afternoon light shone in from outside the windows. Students passed by her side noisily. No one noticed her. She had clearly hidden behind the crowd, and her angle had avoided everyone’s line of sight.
But Gu Chengyuan still looked at her.
It was not suspicion.
It was not catching her red-handed.
It was a habit.
As if that person naturally observed every place that felt wrong.
Bai Xue had carried out many missions.
This was the first time someone had looked back at her.
She tried shifting position.
Avoiding him.
Evading him.
None of it worked.
She continued writing in the notebook:
This person possesses high-level perception. Chooses not to expose me. Reason: thinks it is amusing.
Beside it, she added another sentence:
Danger level: High.
She looked at the word “High,” thought for a moment, then drew a very small angry face beside it.
Only then did she turn the page.
Lin Jing.
When the pen tip touched the paper, Bai Xue slowed for an instant.
The room went quiet.
Even the sound of the vending machine seemed farther away.
No clear martial art. Daily presentation: ordinary.
The pen stopped.
She looked at the word “ordinary” and felt that something was wrong.
What surfaced in her mind was the scene after school that day.
The crowd had scattered. Sunset fell across the outer wall of the school building, dyeing the entire corridor warm. A few students were buying drinks in front of the vending machine. The sound of coins dropping, cans falling, and plastic bags rustling was all very ordinary.
Lin Jing was standing there.
She held a can of drink in her hand. Her movements were slow and natural, as if she was not thinking about anything.
But without anyone noticing, the people around her were all drawn toward her.
Some stole glances.
Some slowed their steps.
Some pretended to buy drinks, while their eyes kept drifting toward her.
She had done nothing.
She had not even deliberately looked at anyone.
But with her standing there, the entire environment seemed to have changed because of her.
Bai Xue stared at that memory for a long time.
In the end, she crossed out the word “ordinary” and wrote again:
Abnormal presence. Environment-influencing type. Unable to determine.
After writing that, she muttered very softly:
“I want to become a beautiful woman like Teacher too…”
That sentence did not enter the official record.
But after thinking for a moment, she still added a tiny note beside it:
Private note: very beautiful.
After writing it, she immediately covered that line with her hand, as if afraid someone might see it.
A few seconds later, she moved her hand away.
Forget it.
It was her own notebook anyway.
She turned to the next page.
Hinata Kikuta.
Outsider. No sect records. High freedom of movement. Wide contact range. Unknown intelligence sources. Eyes abnormally sharp.
She paused, then added parentheses:
Very scary.
Bai Xue flipped back through the earlier pages.
A few records had been crossed out by her own hand.
The timing did not match.
The locations did not match.
The movement route did not match either.
This person did not seem to move according to missions, orders, or objectives.
He was more like someone who went wherever he wanted, watched whoever he wanted, and appeared whenever he wanted.
Bai Xue wrote again:
Unstable appearance times. Movement path irregular. Does not resemble an infiltrator, nor an ordinary person.
The final line was written very lightly.
Outside “mission logic.”
The pen tip stopped.
This page felt heavier than all the pages before it.
Bai Xue leaned back against the chair and reread all the records.
The night outside pressed against the glass. Her reflection was mirrored in the darkness. The desk lamp shone on the notebook beside her, as if circling all the names inside a small pool of light.
Lin Hao — entrance.
Yeqing — core.
Gu Chengyuan — interference.
Lin Jing — anomaly.
Hinata — variable.
At the bottom, she wrote her conclusion:
Situation unstable. Mission requires reassessment. Three targets all hold key elements. Mission difficulty raised.
After writing that, she closed the notebook.
Snap.
The sound was very light, but it felt as if it had sealed some kind of hesitation inside as well.
A mission was a mission.
It did not include emotion.
She told herself that.
Just then, footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.
Bai Xue raised her head.
The footsteps came closer and closer, finally stopping near the corridor corner.
Lin Hao walked over from there, holding a convenience store plastic bag in his hand. There were rice balls and drinks inside, making soft rustling sounds as he moved.
When he saw her, he raised his hand and waved.
“Bai Xue, have you eaten?”
The corridor light fell on him.
Very ordinary.
So ordinary he did not look like a target.
Did not look like a mission.
Did not look like the person she had written down as “entrance” in her notebook.
Bai Xue paused for an instant.
Very briefly.
So brief it almost did not exist.
Then she smiled.
“Not yet~ Senior, wait for me!”
She put the notebook into her bag, zipped it shut, stood up, and ran toward Lin Hao.
Mission.
It was only a mission.
That was what she thought.
But the instant she turned around, her steps still slowed by half a beat.
Because this part had never been included in the mission.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGvwLY4TzDG
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