I really don't want to date a girl addicted to the internet!

"Nobody here turns their back on you. So what if you kissed that day? That day was that day, and now is now. You didn't even have a girlfriend back then!" The girl glared at him fiercely, seemingly even more annoyed.

"In short, it's all because I have a girlfriend." The boy understood and nodded.

"You know it yourself, that's good. I advise you to keep your integrity and stop staring at me all the time like before, or you'll have to bear the consequences if your obedient and enviable girlfriend, the school beauty of Yinghua, jumps off a cliff." The girl gritted her teeth.

The boy looked at that serious-looking, delicate face and nodded solemnly, "I understand. Then I'll try to keep my distance from you in the future."

The girl didn't speak, but her pupils contracted, and then her eyes trembled as she stared intently at him, as if she had heard something unbelievable and unacceptable.

"Just kidding, how come your eyes are all different sizes now? Just how cute are you?" The boy couldn't help but laugh and patted her head lightly.

The girl's small hands clenched tightly, and she turned her head away from him, shouting with unbearable frustration, "Go to hell! Nobody here cares what you do!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a deep breath, his whole body trembling, and stared intently at the wall, as if there was something utterly hateful written on it.

"Sweetie, don't be angry." The boy chased after her and patted her head, then stroked her chin. "Since that's the case, I have one more request."

"What do you want to do to me now?!" The girl glanced at him, showing no sign of calming down.

"It's nothing, I just feel like the way you're talking to me is weird. Can you go back to how you used to talk to me?" the boy asked, looking at her.

"I don't understand." The girl kept her face turned away from him.

"They don't call me like they used to. They don't call me things like Cheng Feiyu, Trash, or Aquatic Mammal anymore. Now they just call me 'you, you, you.' It feels so strange, like a complete stranger," the boy recalled.

"I'm sorry, but since you already have a girlfriend, it's impossible to use those ambiguous terms anymore. What if others overhear and misunderstand that we have something going on?" The girl's tone was very serious.

"These are actually ambiguous terms of address?" the boy exclaimed in surprise.

"Otherwise? Please address me formally from now on, and stop calling me things like 'Teacher Shen' or 'Little Cutie'." The girl raised her chin, her voice cold and devoid of any emotion.

"No, you are my adorable princess." The boy said without any shame.

"What a disgusting person, who clearly has someone who is obedient to everyone and everyone envies him..." The girl suddenly covered her mouth and shivered, her face filled with disgust.

"We've repeated that template enough today, can we skip it for now?" the boy couldn't help but interrupt her.

A hint of displeasure flashed in the girl's eyes, and she took a deep breath as if she couldn't catch her breath. "In short, how can someone like this dare to call other girls such disgusting names? He's a depraved beast in human clothing and should be arrested and executed."

"Arresting me is too much of an exaggeration. What era are we living in?" The boy hesitated, then thought for a moment, "Then I'll ask Teacher Shen to address me the way she used to address me, is that alright?"

The girl's eyes flickered, then she put her hands back on her lap, sat up straight, and said to the wall, "Cheng Feiyu is hopeless. Does she really like being called trash by me? The brain structure of aquatic mammals is indeed incomprehensible."

"That feels better." The boy breathed a sigh of relief. "Teacher Shen, this is really important. Please make sure to implement it in the future."

"Cheng Feiyu, please understand that we can no longer be like we used to be, that's a fact. Have some awareness of that, and at most we'll barely satisfy you in private." The girl glanced at him, her indifferent tone unchanged.

"Fine, whatever makes Teacher Shen happy. I'll still do the same thing anyway." The boy nodded helplessly.

"Shameless Cheng Feiyu, I hope you, who are so obedient and envied by everyone..."

"Teacher Shen, stop! Has it become a passive skill?"

"In short, I hope Nagasaki Asuna won't jump off a cliff if she sees you like this."

"Nana's illness isn't that serious, is it?"

"Heh, I hope so, after all, she's the one you dote on now..."

"Teacher Shen, stop! I know you care, but could you please just call her a vixen like before?"

"I can't do that. I'm just an ex-girlfriend now. What right do I have to call her a vixen? I'm aware of that."

"You're too enlightened. Fine, then I'll ask you to call her a vixen, okay?"

"No problem, but only in private."

"As expected of Teacher Shen, she is very meticulous."

"I can't understand how someone can be so morally depraved. To satisfy his immoral desires, he resorts to any means necessary, even demanding that other girls call his gentle and considerate girlfriend a vixen in private. He's utterly vicious and inhuman. Even in this degenerate age, if word got out, it would probably be considered a shocking story about a scumbag." The girl then covered her mouth with a serious expression, as if she was trying her best to endure it.

The boy looked at her, hesitant to speak, "Professor Shen, what exactly have you been studying all this time? Journalism?"

"Fine, whatever. Anyway, I owe you my life. No matter what your true colors are, I can't repay kindness with enmity. I can only hope you take care of yourself." The girl lowered her hand and sighed, as if she were mourning his misfortune.

"Teacher Shen, it's one thing to be engrossed in performing crosstalk over there." The young man slapped his forehead, pinched his brow, and sighed. "Let's get back to the main topic. Now that you're back, Teacher Shen, is there anything you want to ask me or say?"

"Why did Cheng Feiyu go insane?" The girl looked at him without hesitation.

"This is a secret I can't reveal, I'm sorry." The boy lowered his head.

"Heh, just as I expected." The girl turned her face away and narrowed her eyes.

"Shen Xi, I'm really sorry, I was just trying my best to protect you." The boy pursed his lips.

"If you can't reveal it, then there's no need to say more. Anyway, I don't expect to get the answer from Cheng Feiyu." The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Okay, it seems that Teacher Shen has thought it through very well." The boy nodded to indicate that he understood.

"In that case, let's continue." The girl glanced at him, then sat upright in the steel tube chair, motionless.

"Continue with what?"

"Forcing me to do something." The girl turned her face away even further, letting her flowing sideburns cover her profile. "Or is it that just hugging Cheng Feiyu is enough? That makes sense, after all, she already has a vixen as her legitimate girlfriend, and she probably enjoyed it without a care in the world yesterday, so she doesn't need me to do anything anymore."

"No, that's not true. I was busy looking for you yesterday and wasn't with Nana at all. Besides, she misses you a lot and told me to bring you back as soon as possible." The boy's tone was sincere.

"A hypocritical vixen." The girl remained unmoved.

"In that case, would you please ask me out today, Ms. Shen? And thank you for your help?" the boy said tentatively.

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl turned back to face him with a cold expression and sat upright. "I said I would never do anything ambiguous with Cheng Feiyu again, and going on a date is out of the question."

“This is my request, and didn’t I say that I can ask for anything?” The boy looked into her eyes.

The girl frowned slightly and turned her face away, revealing extreme reluctance and disgust. "Fine then, since it's a request, there's nothing I can do. Anyway, I owe you a life, so this is the only way I can respond. But please make it clear that I'm being forced, and I'm definitely not being ambiguous with someone like you who has a girlfriend."

"Yes, yes, yes, it was I who forced Ms. Shen, such a pure and virtuous lady, to do such morally depraved things." The boy nodded perfunctorily.

"So we're leaving now? Any other requirements?" The girl tilted her chin up to look at him, like a waitress trying to please a customer for a living.

"My request is..." the boy pondered, "I would appreciate it if Teacher Shen could be more proactive, gentle, and ideally treat me like her girlfriend. That's all for now."

"How shameless! They actually want me to play the girlfriend! How can there be such a shameless creature in the world?" The girl gritted her teeth, her face full of resentment. Then she took a deep breath. "I understand. Then I'll just treat Cheng Feiyu the same way as before, and be more proactive and... a little softer. Are you satisfied?"

The girl looked up, as if forcing herself to look at him. Her pretty face thawed slightly, revealing an indescribable charm.

"As expected of my teacher Shen, you immediately got into character." The boy looked at her and nodded in satisfaction.

"Trash, nobody here is yours." The girl complained symbolically, then turned and picked up the coat that had been hanging on the back of the steel pipe chair from the beginning, her voice cold and ambiguous, "Then let me get ready."

"Okay?" The boy watched her get dressed, then noticed something after a second, asking curiously, "Teacher Shen, when did you change your style?"

The girl was not holding her usual dark school uniform jacket, but a beige knitted sweater with dark trim on the cuffs and other parts. If she remembered correctly, it was the first time she had worn it.

"It's my freedom to buy whatever clothes I want." The girl ignored him, put on the cardigan, and then bent down to button it up one by one.

The hem of the knitted sweater covers most of the pleated skirt, and the soft color and fabric add a touch of lazy and casual temperament to the girl who is usually aloof.

This style of dressing was previously the exclusive domain of Asuna Nagasaki.

"What are you staring at again?" the girl asked suspiciously, adjusting her cardigan.

"It's nothing." The boy shook his head decisively, while wondering in his mind whether she did it on purpose or premeditatedly.

"If you don't like it, you can just say so." The girl lowered her eyes, her tone casual, and then opened her shoulder bag to look for something.

"No, it's very beautiful." The boy quickly shook his head.

"Of course, after all, your beloved Sakura Campus belle girlfriend usually dresses like this. She puts a lot of effort into her outfits, otherwise she wouldn't be such a beloved campus idol." The girl sneered, not without sarcasm.

"So what do you mean by learning from her now?" The boy's lips twitched, barely managing to hold back the question.

The girl regained her composure, took out two inconspicuous hair ties from her shoulder bag, put her hands behind her head, and began to gather her waist-length black hair.

The boy, noticing her actions, realized something was wrong. "Teacher Shen, what are you doing?"

1028. Shen Xi's New Form

Shen Xi glanced at the boy, his hands behind his head moving constantly, a look of confusion on his face. "Could the aftereffects of losing one's mind cause a decline in intelligence? He can't even understand what this is."

"Is Teacher Shen tying her hair?" The boy watched her movements, as if he knew exactly how she was going to style it.

"Correct answer." A hint of pity appeared in the girl's eyes. She divided her long hair into two sections, grabbed one of them, and put a hair tie on it.

"But why?" the boy asked, puzzled.

"Asking such a question shows a decline in intelligence." The girl lowered her eyes and quickly threaded her thick, long hair through the hair tie. After repeating this several times, her originally loose, waist-length hair became a low ponytail that hung down from the back of her head to her waist. It had no extra decorations, yet it was inexplicably eye-catching.

"Teacher Shen never ties her hair up, does she? She even scolded me when she suggested it to you before." The boy looked at her and recalled.

From the moment they first met, except when she would put her hair up in a big, fluffy bun, Shen Xi never changed her hairstyle; it was always long and flowing down her shoulders.

"People change, can't Cheng Feiyu even understand that?" The girl's tone was nonchalant as she did the same to the rest of the hair.

The boy thought for a moment and decided to keep quiet and watch her work silently.

Because of her thick hair, even though it was a very simple hairstyle, it still took the girl a lot of effort to adjust it.

Shen Xi quickly finished her work.

The girl placed her hands on her lap, resuming her seated posture facing the wall. She glanced at the boy out of the corner of her eye before quickly looking away, seemingly unwilling to look at him as usual. Yet, as if taking the opportunity, she turned the back of her head towards him to show off her hairstyle, and said softly and casually, "How is it?"

The boy gazed at her profile, swallowed hard, and said, "Cute."

In short, the girl tied her hair into waist-length pigtails.

It was also a low ponytail, but much longer than Ye Shuang's, hanging down behind the girl's slender body, exuding a strong presence.

With most of her sideburns removed, the girl's usually cold and aloof face, which she usually hid like a small animal, was now fully exposed.

Her neck and ear area had snow-white, delicate skin. Her face was a perfect oval shape with a small, delicate chin. Her cheeks, however, did not appear thin. Instead, they had a noticeable baby fat. The soft, rounded contours reminded people of rice cakes that had been repeatedly pounded, giving them an urge to pick them up and suck on them.

On this face, the girl's dark eyes neither held the gentle, pool-like depths of Nagasaki Asuna, nor the domineering charm of Lin Xuanqi; they were simply observing the world with a self-absorbed gaze.

Her perpetually expressionless, aloof demeanor, combined with the complex and delicate features of her small face, exudes an irresistible charm.

This aloof girl with such contradictory qualities sat in front of the boy, tying her waist-length hair, which she hadn't changed in a year, into pigtails, giving her usually unapproachable and exquisitely beautiful face a refreshing and lively touch.

"I don't like it." Shen Xi narrowed her eyes and stared at the wall, her expression seemingly displeased.

"Huh?" The boy, who was engrossed in admiring her new hairstyle, snapped out of his reverie and didn't understand what she meant for a moment.

"I don't like Cheng Feiyu's evaluation." The girl raised her chin, her voice slightly muffled.

"Why?" The boy was taken aback.

"What do you mean by 'cute'? So it's no different from usual? If that's the case, then forget it." The girl said with displeasure, making a move to rip off her hair tie.

"It's so cute!" The boy's expression changed, and he quickly grabbed her little hand, like a museum staff member stopping a child from damaging an art treasure.

"If I don't think there's anything special about it, then I don't need to say anything against my conscience!" The girl shifted, seemingly even more unhappy.

"Super cute, absolutely not lying, so please, Your Highness, keep it up!" The boy grabbed her arm.

"Fake insincere flattery!" The girl continued to sway, her waist-length pigtails hanging behind her head bobbing along with her movements.

"Then you'll be the cutest in the multiverse!" The boy pressed down on her shoulders, forcing her to face him.

"It's pointless to repeat myself when I've already said it!" The girl began to struggle violently.

"The most adorable girl in the multiverse, the one I want to hold in my arms forever the moment I see her! Is this alright?" The boy said, pulling her forcefully towards him and hugging her tightly, as if binding his arms.

The girl was powerless to resist and almost fell into his arms with her eyes wide open, forced to bury her face in his chest, her expression disappearing into his embrace.

Then, her tense body suddenly stopped struggling and gradually softened in the warm touch of the knitted sweater. Her waist-length pigtails hanging behind her head also calmed down and remained motionless.

The boy, sensing her change, breathed a sigh of relief and gently stroked the back of her head. "Teacher Shen, did you finally get a new hairstyle and want to be praised in detail? Just say it directly."

"Nonsense! Nobody here wants to be praised by Cheng Feiyu, who has a girlfriend. I'm just doing the preparations because Cheng Feiyu forced me to. What Cheng Feiyu wants is for me to play the role of his girlfriend. Since I owe Cheng Feiyu a life, I have no choice but to dress up as the girlfriend Cheng Feiyu most desires. What's wrong with checking the effect after it's done?!" The girl said fiercely with her face down.

"No problem, the effect is excellent, exceptionally good." The boy continued to gently stroke the back of her head, where her twin ponytails reached her waist, feeling a touch that was more captivating than ever before.

"Another perfunctory answer like this, that's no good. Since that's the case, we can only let it go!" The girl's tone was filled with resentment, her small hands hanging at her sides without moving.

"Then how exactly do I explain it to convince people that it's effective?" the boy asked helplessly.

"I don't know, Cheng Feiyu, figure it out yourself." The girl buried her face even deeper, making sure her expression couldn't be seen even with most of her sideburns no longer covering it.

"Teacher Shen, is it me who forced you or you who forced me?" the boy asked hesitantly.

"Fine then, it seems you're just not satisfied!" the girl raised her voice.