Martial Arts Boy - Martial Youth Transfer Student · Observation Incident Records

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Martial Youth

Transfer Student · Observation Incident Records

The classroom at lunch break was much noisier than it had been in the morning.

Desks and chairs were pulled out and pushed back. The sound of lunchboxes opening, plastic bags rustling, and chopsticks tapping against metal containers all mixed together. Outside the window, sunlight fell across the corridor. A few students walked past the door holding drinks, still talking about the P.E. class in the afternoon.

Bai Xue carried her tray and walked over beside Lin Hao.

She paused for a moment, then naturally showed a smile.

“Senior, is anyone sitting here?”

Lin Hao looked up at her.

“No.”

Bai Xue sat down.

Very close.

Close enough that if she tilted her head slightly, she could see the messy doodles along the edge of Lin Hao’s textbook. Fists, little stick figures, strange technique names, and a few symbols she could not understand at all.

She opened her textbook and leaned a little toward Lin Hao.

“Senior, I really don’t understand this question—”

Lin Hao lowered his head.

“Which one?”

Bai Xue was just about to lean closer.

Across from them, a chair was pulled out.

The sound was not loud, but it interrupted her movement perfectly.

Yeqing sat down.

She did not look at Bai Xue. She only pushed a lunchbox in front of Lin Hao.

“Eat.”

Lin Hao froze for a moment.

“You brought lunch?”

“I made extra today.”

Yeqing opened the lid.

Steam rose from inside, and the aroma of sauce immediately spread out. Rice, vegetables, and a piece of golden fried pork chop coated in sauce.

She picked up a piece of pork chop and placed it into Lin Hao’s bowl.

The movement was natural.

So natural that it felt like this should have happened from the start.

Lin Hao stared at the pork chop, and his eyes instantly lit up.

“Yeqing, you made pork chop today!”

“Yeah.”

“How did you know that’s my favorite—”

“You always complain and ask me to make pork chop for you.”

Lin Hao stopped.

Then he smiled.

A very simple smile.

“Wow. Long live pork chop.”

Yeqing did not respond. She only lowered her head and continued picking up food.

Bai Xue sat across from them.

The textbook was still in her hand.

No one was looking at her.

She slowly put the textbook down and lowered her head to eat.

Gu Chengyuan sat beside them, biting his chopsticks. His voice was very low.

“Maybe you should try making pork chop next time.”

Bai Xue: “…”

Gu Chengyuan glanced at the lunchbox.

“But the pork chop does smell really good.”

Bai Xue raised her eyes and glared at him.

Gu Chengyuan lowered his head and continued eating.

“I’m just telling the truth.”

That night.

Inside the dormitory room, the desk lamp was on.

Bai Xue sat at her desk and opened her notebook.

The pen tip touched the page.

Incident One: Lunchbox Interception.

Method: Food intervention. Directly altered target’s attention.

Result: Complete diversion.

She paused.

Then added:

Target reaction — obviously biased.

Another pause.

She slowly wrote:

…The pork chop smelled good.

The pen tip stopped.

The next second, she crossed out that line hard.

Mission continues.

The next day, after P.E. class.

The corridor outside the changing room still echoed with students running past. Sneakers struck the floor with a faint reverberation. A whistle sounded from the distant field. Wind blew in through the half-open window, lifting the club notices posted along the wall.

Inside the changing room, the air still held the heat left behind after exercise.

A faucet had not been fully turned off.

Drip.

The sound of water falling onto the tiles was especially clear in the silence.

Bai Xue stood in front of a locker. She had only changed halfway, one hand still paused near the hem of her clothes.

She had calculated the timing well.

At this hour, no one should have been here.

At least, no one should have come in.

Just then, the doorknob turned.

Click.

The door opened.

Gu Chengyuan walked in.

Before he could fully see what was inside, his footsteps stopped.

Bai Xue stopped too.

The air instantly froze.

The sounds from the sports field outside seemed to be cut off, leaving only the faucet still dripping.

Bai Xue’s pupils shrank. She inhaled, ready to scream.

Gu Chengyuan was faster.

He raised his hand.

“Wait.”

His tone was calm.

As if he were handling a small matter.

Bai Xue froze. The sound got stuck in her throat.

Gu Chengyuan glanced at her.

Naturally.

He did not look away.

He did not panic.

Nor did he show the reaction that an ordinary person should have after walking into the wrong place.

Bai Xue’s mind went blank for an instant.

What is this guy doing?

Gu Chengyuan paused, as if he had completed some absurd judgment in an extremely short amount of time.

“I saw.”

The changing room became even quieter.

Bai Xue’s entire body stiffened.

Gu Chengyuan’s tone remained the same.

“Then to make it fair…”

Bai Xue’s mind was blank.

…What?

The next second, Gu Chengyuan directly lifted his own shirt.

The movement was quick.

So quick it did not feel flirtatious, nor like showing off. It was more like he genuinely thought this could settle the situation.

Bai Xue froze in place.

She completely forgot how to react.

Gu Chengyuan lowered his shirt.

“Even now.”

He turned and walked toward the door.

When his hand touched the doorknob, he stopped for a moment without looking back.

“Lock the door next time.”

The door closed.

Click.

The changing room returned to silence.

The faucet was still dripping.

Drip.

Bai Xue stood where she was, motionless.

Her mind was empty.

Three seconds later, her face slowly turned red.

Then she exploded.

“…What the hell was that?!”

She kicked the locker beside her.

Bang!

The metal locker let out a dull sound, shaking the hangers above it.

Bai Xue’s breathing became uneven, and her heartbeat was completely out of control.

She covered her face with both hands and crouched down.

What was that just now?

What exactly is wrong with that person?

Is he insane?

She took a deep breath.

Then exhaled.

Calm down.

She forced herself to stand.

“…Mission.”

She said in a low voice.

“It’s only a mission.”

After one second, she gritted her teeth.

“…I’m so mad.”

That night.

The notebook was opened again.

Bai Xue held her pen, but the tip stayed still for a long time.

Finally, she wrote:

Gu Chengyuan Incident One: Changing Room Accident.

Cause: Accidental.

Target reaction: Abnormally calm.

Handling method: Incomprehensible.

She paused. The pressure of the pen grew heavier.

Then she added:

This person does not follow normal mission logic.

Another pause.

At last, she wrote forcefully beside it:

A super huge jerk.

This time, she did not cross it out.

After P.E. class, the corridor was full of students who had just finished.

Some were wiping sweat. Some were holding balls. Some leaned against the wall drinking water. The sunlight outside the window was even brighter than it had been at lunch, bleaching the floor pale. In the distance, people were still jogging on the field.

Bai Xue had calculated the timing.

She stood beside the corner, waiting for Lin Hao to come out from the changing room area.

The moment Lin Hao appeared, she immediately leaned toward him.

“Senior, I twisted my ankle just now. Could you help me walk?”

Lin Hao lowered his head.

“Where?”

“Here—”

Bai Xue was just about to grab his hand.

Beside them, footsteps stopped.

Yeqing stood there.

She glanced at Bai Xue’s ankle.

She did not ask.

She directly crouched down.

Her fingers pressed onto it.

“Here?”

Bai Xue froze.

“…Yes.”

Yeqing’s hand moved once around the ankle.

Stopped.

She stood up, her tone flat.

“You didn’t twist it.”

Bai Xue’s expression froze for an instant.

Yeqing continued:

“Your walking rhythm was off. The muscle is tight, that’s all.”

She looked at Lin Hao.

“Let’s go.”

Lin Hao: “Oh.”

He followed her directly.

He did not look back.

Bai Xue stood where she was, lowering her head to look at her own ankle.

How did she know?

Gu Chengyuan walked past from the side.

He did not stop.

“Bagua Zhang is sensitive to footwork.”

Bai Xue: “…”

“Use a different excuse next time.”

He left.

That night.

A new page appeared in the notebook.

Yeqing Incident Two: Lie Detected.

Method: Direct verification. Impossible to refute.

Result: Action interrupted.

She paused.

Then added:

Judgment not targeted.

Another addition:

More like — instinct.

The pen tip stopped.

She slowly wrote:

This is the most troublesome part.

Another pause.

She added one more line:

She is not guarding against me.

She simply — knows.

The pen pressure grew heavier.

Beside it, she added:

Ankle touch assessment accurate.

Bai Xue glanced at it.

Then crossed it out.

Mission continues.

Lunch break.

The classroom was still noisy.

Gu Chengyuan sat beside Lin Hao, holding a drink, his expression lazy.

“Hey.”

Lin Hao glanced at him.

“What?”

Gu Chengyuan’s tone was light.

“Do you know what color Bai Xue is wearing today?”

Lin Hao thought for a moment.

“Didn’t notice.”

The corner of Gu Chengyuan’s mouth curled slightly.

“Purple.”

Lin Hao: “Oh.”

Gu Chengyuan lowered his head and took a bite of food, then casually added:

“The one underneath.”

The air stopped for an instant.

Lin Hao raised an eyebrow.

“How do you know—”

“I saw.”

No explanation.

No need to explain.

Lin Hao did not ask further.

Gu Chengyuan did not say anything else either. He simply continued eating with that faint, almost invisible smile.

At that moment, a voice came from the corridor.

“Senior—!”

Bai Xue walked over, her smile natural.

“Senior, do you want to eat lunch together?”

At the same time, from the other side, Yeqing walked over.

She did not stop, but her gaze dropped.

Calm.

Steady.

That kind of look that said—here we go again.

When Lin Hao saw Bai Xue, he naturally spoke.

“Oh, right.”

Bai Xue stopped.

“Hmm?”

“Ah Yuan said you’re wearing purple today.”

The air instantly tightened.

Bai Xue’s smile stopped for an instant.

She slowly turned her head and looked at Gu Chengyuan.

Gu Chengyuan was drinking water, his expression calm, as if nothing had happened.

Bai Xue stared at him.

Gu Chengyuan put down the cup.

“Hmm?”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing much.”

His tone was very light.

“Just sharing joy with a good friend.”

Bai Xue stopped smiling.

On the other side, Yeqing stood nearby.

She was not looking at Gu Chengyuan.

She was looking at Bai Xue.

That gaze was not anger.

It was something colder.

Bai Xue felt it.

She turned her head and met Yeqing’s eyes.

The two looked at each other.

The air seemed to pull taut.

No sound.

Only pressure.

Lin Hao looked left and right.

“What’s wrong with you two?”

The two withdrew their gazes at the same time.

“Nothing.”

Their voices were identical.

Lin Hao: “Oh.”

He lowered his head and continued eating.

He had noticed nothing.

Beside him, Gu Chengyuan had a smile at the corner of his mouth.

He lowered his head and continued eating.

Entertaining.

That night.

Bai Xue opened her notebook.

Gu Chengyuan Incident Two: Active Information Leak.

Method: Through Lin Hao’s retelling.

Purpose: Create chaos and observe reactions.

She paused.

Then added:

This person — is a super huge pervert.

Another line:

Liu Yeqing — strong gaze pressure. Must remain cautious.

The pen stopped.

She looked at the whole page of notes.

At last, at the bottom, she wrote one word forcefully.

Annoying.

After school.

The corridor light turned soft as students gradually headed toward the school gate. The broadcast reminded the students on duty about cleaning. A few club members carried equipment past the staircase.

Bai Xue jogged over, slightly out of breath.

“Senior! I lost my bus card. Can I borrow some money?”

Lin Hao almost did not hesitate.

“No problem.”

He reached for his money.

“Lin Hao.”

A voice came from behind.

Yeqing walked over.

She first glanced at Bai Xue, then looked at Lin Hao.

“The money you lent out last time hasn’t been returned yet.”

Lin Hao froze.

“Huh? Really?”

Yeqing looked at him.

“Yes.”

No explanation.

No evidence.

Just certainty.

Lin Hao frowned and thought for a moment.

“…Then should I pay you back now?”

“No need.”

Yeqing took a card out of her pocket and handed it to Bai Xue.

“This card has balance on it.”

She paused.

“You can borrow it.”

Bai Xue froze.

“…Thank you.”

“Just return it to me.”

Yeqing turned and left.

Lin Hao looked at her back.

“Yeqing is pretty proactive today.”

Gu Chengyuan looked at him from the side.

“You really don’t know why?”

Lin Hao: “What?”

Gu Chengyuan looked at him for a long time.

“Forget it.”

Bai Xue stood where she was, holding the card in her hand.

She lowered her head and looked at it.

She just… lent it to me?

That night.

The notebook was spread open.

Yeqing Incident Three: Card Interception.

Method: Solved the need in advance, causing the action to fail.

Additional note: Actively provided resource.

When she reached this point, Bai Xue did not immediately continue writing.

The pen stayed on the paper.

For a long time.

Finally, she slowly wrote:

This item cannot be classified by standard categories.

Another pause.

Then she added:

Subject behavior — not hostile.

She stared at those lines for a long time.

At last, she slowly wrote:

She makes it hard for me to dislike her.

This time, she did not cross it out.

During break.

The corridor was crowded and noisy.

Bai Xue walked naturally to Gu Chengyuan’s side.

Her hand loosened.

An eraser fell to the floor.

“Ah.”

She crouched down to pick it up.

At the same time, her gaze slid past—

The side pocket of his bag.

The zipper.

The opening angle.

Thickness.

Her gaze lingered for less than a second.

At that instant, another shadow pressed down.

Gu Chengyuan crouched down as well.

Their eyes met directly.

Very close.

So close there was no room to retreat.

Gu Chengyuan looked at her. The corner of his mouth moved slightly.

“Today—”

He paused.

“Still the same.”

No explanation.

No direct statement.

But the meaning was clear.

Bai Xue’s hand did not stop.

She picked up the eraser and stood.

As if nothing had happened.

She prepared to leave.

Gu Chengyuan did not move.

Not at all.

At the moment she turned—

“Still the same today, huh.”

Bai Xue stopped and looked back.

“What?”

Gu Chengyuan looked at her, his eyes faint, carrying a slight smile.

“Purple.”

The air lightened for a moment.

Bai Xue did not pause.

She raised the eraser in her hand and smiled.

“Look again, and I’ll poke your eyes out.”

Gu Chengyuan nodded.

“Mm.”

No further questions.

No exposure.

But that smile remained.

As if saying—

I know.

But this is more fun.

Bai Xue looked at him once and said nothing more. She turned and left.

Her steps were steady.

Not messy.

But her hand was gripping a little tightly.

Her knuckles were faintly white.

That night.

Another page was added to the notebook.

Gu Chengyuan Incident Three: Approached target. Observation failed.

Supplement: Target had already noticed.

She paused.

Then wrote:

Repeated observation behavior has been recorded.

The pen stopped.

Another line:

Did not expose me.

Instead, actively guided the conversation.

She looked at those lines for a long time.

Then slowly wrote:

This person — is not passively observing.

He is controlling the rhythm.

After one second, the pen pressure grew heavier.

Another line:

Treats the entire thing as a game.

Finally, at the bottom of the page, she wrote forcefully—

Annoying.

Night pressed against the dormitory window again.

Bai Xue sat at her desk, the lamp shining on her notebook.

She flipped through page after page.

Yeqing.

Gu Chengyuan.

Lin Hao.

Lin Jing.

Hinata.

Every name had been written into her mission records.

But the more she wrote, the less it looked like a simple mission record.

The smell of the lunchbox.

The weight of the card.

Gu Chengyuan’s infuriating smile.

Yeqing’s quiet but accurate gaze.

And Lin Hao’s very natural, “Have you eaten?”

Bai Xue looked at the notebook for a long time without moving her pen.

Finally, beneath the conclusion, she added one line.

Mission difficulty raised.

She paused.

Then added:

Reason: The interpersonal bonds around the target are too stable.

Another pause.

She looked at that line.

Suddenly, she felt it was not quite right.

Not interpersonal bonds.

It was more like—

Family.

Bai Xue held the pen, but did not write that word down.

She only slowly closed the notebook.

Snap.

The sound was very light.

She said softly:

“Mission continues.”

But this time, her voice was not as steady as it had been a few days ago.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUn35iwRylc

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