My subject turned into a beautiful girl

As evening approached, the typhoon was about to arrive.

The summer sun ultimately failed to penetrate the thick clouds, spreading only a gray-white expanse across the sky, like an endless canvas. The motionless branches cast their shadows upon it, which were then trimmed by the tail feathers of returning swallows and fell into the boy's eyes.

"You don't seem to realize how serious this is."

A man's slow, leisurely voice came from the side.

An Yi subconsciously looked away, not daring to look at her homeroom teacher, and instead turned her gaze to the ground. Her hands were tangled behind her back, her feet tiptoed, and her mouth was slightly open, but she couldn't utter a word.

The office was now so quiet that you could hear the clicks of a mouse.

"Do you know that skipping class without a valid reason will result in disciplinary action according to school rules? This disciplinary action will be recorded in your personal file and will follow you for life, affecting future awards, honors, civil service exams, and postgraduate entrance exams?"

An Yi raised her head and stared wide-eyed.

His fear is understandable, given that he had never even memorized a warning.

The homeroom teacher was a tall, thin, middle-aged man with a buzz cut and silver-rimmed glasses. He was staring at him expressionlessly, holding an A4 sheet of paper in his hand. The title was "Disciplinary Investigation Report," and his name was already filled in the name column below.

"Scared?"

An Yi nodded silently.

"I'll give you a chance."

The homeroom teacher waved the paper. "You ranked 312th in the grade this month. If you get into the top 200 in the next month, I won't report it."

Now, not even the sound of mouse clicks could be heard in the office. An Yi could sense several pairs of eyes looking at him without even turning his head.

His school, Jingjiang Middle School, ranks fourth among the key high schools in Jingjiang City, with a university admission rate consistently between 60% and 70%. The senior year has ten classes with a total of over 450 students.

To jump from the top 300 to within the top 200 is like stepping from the first-tier university cutoff score to a position where one can even catch a glimpse of some 211 universities. For An Yi, whose grades have been consistently around 300 for a long time, this is basically an impossible task.

But if I don't agree now, I'll be executed immediately! If I agree, at least I'll get a reprieve, right?

"……good."

"Go."

Only after An Yi left the office did the teacher sitting opposite him ask curiously, "Old Jie, what's going on?"

"I went to an internet cafe to play games during lunch break, and my parents caught me. I didn't come back to class all afternoon."

"Oh~"

Teachers are used to students sneaking off to internet cafes.

There are many reasons why Jingjiang Middle School has consistently ranked fourth among the key high schools in Jingjiang City, which can be summarized as "favorable timing, geographical location, and human factors."

In terms of "favorable timing," it is a day school, so students always have enough time for entertainment after school at noon and in the afternoon; in terms of "favorable location," it is located in the center of Jingjiang City, and the surrounding area has a wide variety of dining, entertainment and leisure facilities; in terms of "favorable human resources," there is no need to say more... It has been ranked fourth for a long time, so how could it still have a good student body!

"If this student doesn't make it into the top 200, are you really going to report him for disciplinary action?" another teacher asked.

"How is that possible? They're already in their final year of high school."

Old Jie chuckled, crumpled the A4 paper into a ball, and said, "Just to scare him a little."

"Great, you've even resorted to strategy! But isn't this goal... a bit too difficult?"

"I know it's impossible, but every little bit of progress counts."

Old Jie shook his head and tossed it aside.

……

The basketball arced through the air, slammed against the edge of the rim, bounced off to the other side, and flew a long way.

"Um... thank you!"

The guy who helped retrieve the ball was taken aback for a moment, but still thanked him very kindly and went off to retrieve the ball himself.

An Yi shrank back and quickened her pace to leave.

The air was thick and heavy, making it difficult to even breathe. Beads of sweat clung to his skin, refusing to roll off, while dragonflies skimmed haphazardly across the artificial turf. The surrounding sounds gradually subsided, and he wandered aimlessly along the track, head drooping. Suddenly, he looked up, as if seeing the sky of that evening eight years ago once again.

An Yi's parents were a hardworking and simple couple. They were born, grew up, met, and married in a village under a small town more than 100 kilometers away from Jingjiang City. During the summer vacation after An Yi finished third grade, they decided to move to Jingjiang City.

The specific reasons are complex, but the most important one is An Yi. He has a slight talent for learning and doesn't need to study much to be among the top students in his grade at the village school. When adults talk about children's grades, they always praise him, saying, "He's got the makings of Tsinghua or Peking University!"

For An Yi at that time, Tsinghua and Peking University were completely foreign concepts. But after hearing so many adults talk about them, they seemed to think they were actually within reach.

His parents thought the same way.

Because he has a rural household registration, he cannot directly attend a public primary school in Jingjiang City. His father has to take him to a private boarding school with a strong academic background to take the entrance exam.

Many years later, An Yi still remembers that day. It was the first time he had ever gone from his village to Jingjiang City. He had to take a bus to the town, a journey that took nearly four hours.

The summer sun shone on the cheap artificial leather, the old car air conditioner was running at full power and blowing from above, the window that couldn't be closed properly shook, and a few wisps of fresh hot air drifted in through the gaps. He huddled there, barely able to breathe, and looked out the window.

The hand-operated tractor, belching black smoke, was the first to be left behind, followed by the silver van swaying as it parted ways at the crossroads. Finally, the rumbling truck disappeared as well, and everything suddenly fell silent.

The sky was reflected in the glass curtain walls of the high-rise buildings, and there were GG signs of all sizes everywhere. The smooth and clean asphalt road stretched out, and cars of various colors drove in from all directions, their streamlined bodies reflecting flowing light... At that time, An Yi could not recognize those car logos, and only saw a convergence of unfamiliar light.

It was so bright it was dazzling.

An Yi felt like an ordinary flashlight, bright enough in the dark, but barely noticeable in this place where light converged. She felt resentful and struggled, but ultimately found herself lost in this suddenly expanded world.

So they went with the flow.

His favorite novel is "Dragon Raja," which his good friend recently shared with him, because he can really empathize with the male protagonist, Lu Mingfei.

The year he first came to the city, his parents hadn't had time to settle on a house or a job, so they were still living in the countryside. He studied alone in the city, boarding at school during the week and staying at his uncle's house on weekends, experiencing the constraints of living under someone else's roof. Now a senior in high school, his only passable score is English, hovering around the cutoff for top-tier universities. His only two hobbies are secretly going to internet cafes to play games and read novels.

He didn't have any particularly eye-catching talents, so he often didn't stand out on the awards page of events... The only time he did this was during high school entrance military training, when he was the only one in the class to hit the target and get a score of 43 out of 5 in the 100-meter live-fire shooting range.

However, given that the class next door has an incredible 62 rings, the authenticity of this 43 rings is questionable.

The most outrageous thing he ever did was give his biology teacher a nickname. Because the biology teacher's surname was "Jie," which sounds the same as "crab" when used as a surname, and because the biology teacher always had a stern face when he first met him in his first year of high school, he was given the respectful title "Crab Boss," which became widely known due to its perfect fit.

Fortunately, the nickname is not insulting, and the biology teacher himself has accepted it. Now, their class uniforms all have a big red crab boss printed on them.

By the way, their biology teacher is also their homeroom teacher.

So An Yi felt that the line from "Dragon Raja" really applied to himself—he was just that kind of person, not particularly good, but not particularly capable of doing bad things either, and at eighteen years old, he still didn't know where his future lay.

A few days ago, during a casual chat between classes, he shared his thoughts on the book with his best friend. Upon hearing this, his friend stroked his chin and said, "What you're saying makes some sense. So, should I be considered a Chu Zihang?"

An Yi carefully examined him for a moment and said, "Although you are extremely wealthy, your appearance is hardly suitable to be Chu Zihang. Considering your size and the fact that your name contains the character 'Ze,' how about you be Lu Mingze? If you and I, brothers, work together, how could anyone in the world stand against us!"

The good buddy knew this was the start of their usual banter, and immediately retorted.

After several rounds of back-and-forth, the good buddy suddenly sighed: "Stop fantasizing! That old scoundrel from Jiangnan is the most hateful. He writes a protagonist you can relate to, lures you in, and then delivers a brutal blow... Face reality, Lu Mingfei has a cheat code; this guy is completely different from us!"

"well enough."

An Yi thought for a moment, "It's precisely because he has a cheat ability, and although we have similarities, we're fundamentally different people, that I can better empathize with him."

"ha?"

"To put it another way, there's a protagonist whose appearance, personality, talent, family background, and everything else are exactly like yours. Essentially, you could say he's you, without being reborn or having any cheat codes. Then he participates in the International Mathematical Olympiad and wins a gold medal..."

"Stop, stop, stop! I've never scored above 90 in math! I wouldn't even dare to dream of such a thing!"

"Right, that's why it's hard to immerse yourself in the role."

"Wait, what if someone is actually in the exact same situation?"

"Then it's even harder to relate to!"

An Yi, who had just finished watching Long San, was instantly overwhelmed.

"If I had a cheat code and still played like that, I might as well find a block of tofu and smash my head against it... that would be a waste!"

The sudden smell of dust at the tip of his nose snapped An Yi out of his reverie. He looked at the sky, which had darkened without him noticing, and felt the air gradually lighten. Realizing that a downpour was imminent, he hurriedly ran towards the teaching building.

After running a few steps, a silvery-white light suddenly pierced through the thick clouds in the sky directly in front of them, like the midday sun suddenly shining into midnight. Almost at the same time, thunder crashed down with a loud bang!

The sound drilled into An Yi's ears and pierced through his chest, as if his internal organs had trembled. He subconsciously stopped in his tracks, his eyes widened and his pupils trembled slightly. After a moment of stunned silence, he blinked sharply, trying to confirm that what he was seeing was not a hallucination.

The lightning flashed and disappeared in an instant, and the rolling low rumble of thunder faded into the distance. But something suddenly appeared and floated right in front of him, unmoved no matter how much he tried to move it.

It was a semi-transparent light screen with a line of text on it that read:

[System for Conquering Heroines in Different Dimensions Completed]

[The female protagonist of this alternate dimension: a chosen one, blessed with destiny, possessing the world's rules within her, the oldest of which can be traced back to the time before chaos was divided... Only those with exceptional intelligence and diligence can gain her favor.]

Are you really coming?

An Yi, who had fantasized about this situation countless times, naturally knew what it was, but after seeing the contents, he found it hard to say whether his surprise was more shock or joy.

The description of this "otherworld heroine"... is practically divine!

How to win them over?

I?

An Yi felt as if he had become Benboerba, who had just been assigned by Hydra the task of "going to eliminate Tang Sanzang and his disciples".

The content of the light screen changes.

[A target has been detected, data entry in progress...]

An Yi: "?"

Before he could figure it out, the content changed again—

[Too many targets detected, filtering in progress...]

An Yi: "???"

It's like Benboerba was forced to accept a mission, and while he was still worrying about how to complete it, he opened his eyes and found Tang Sanzang and his disciples lying on the ground in front of him, along with the Six Ding and Six Jia, the Five Directions Jiedi, and the Four Duty Officers!

Is this something I, Benboerba, can do?

Something must have gone wrong!

[Filtering complete]

[Currently pursuing female protagonists in the following universes: Mathematics, Physics, Chemistry, and Biology]

An Yi slapped his forehead.

"What kind of female lead from another dimension is this?!"