Transmigrating into a female supporting role in a book

There was a transfer student in our class today. When our homeroom teacher, Mr. Chen, walked in, I saw a cloud of light purple mist floating above his head. Although his face was as calm and serious as usual, I knew he was in a good mood, with a bit of suppressed excitement, probably because he had encountered something happy that he hadn't had time to share with others.

I have been able to see things that others cannot see since I was a child. They are the concrete manifestation of a person's inner emotions. For example, my classmate Li Ming now has a huge orange jelly on her head, and the jelly is still shaking up and down, which means that she is attracted by something she likes very much, or she may be hungry.

Following the direction of her gaze, I saw the transfer student, and at the same time Teacher Chen began to give a brief introduction.

At that moment, my mind was blank, I couldn't hear any sound from the side, and my eyes were fixed on the transfer student on the podium. The scene I saw made me more terrified than ever before.

I didn't see any colorful substance representing emotions on the head of the handsome transfer student. I only saw a monster squatting on his shoulder. It had dark green scaly skin, a hunched and thin body like a monkey, but an extremely ugly human face. When it noticed that I was looking at it, it grinned at me.

The scene was so weird that I was so frightened that I quickly closed my eyes and lowered my head, praying in my heart that this was just a nightmare and that everything would be gone as soon as I woke up.

Suddenly I felt my desk mate patting my arm. After the pain, I realized that this was not a dream, and I felt extremely complicated.

"Did you hear that? Lao Chen asked him to sit behind us! That's great!"

"What?" When I looked up again, I saw the transfer student carrying his schoolbag into the corridor and walking towards me. The monster on his shoulder hooked his clothes with its tiny claws and climbed from one shoulder to the other, as if it wanted to get closer to me.

My scalp tingled and I quickly lowered my head and pretended that I didn't see anything. When I saw him passing by me, the monster with a human face climbed on his shoulder with one hand, leaned forward, and headed towards me. I subconsciously turned my head away and pretended to talk to Li Ming, but I still saw a long and thin red tongue stretched out in front of my desk, and there seemed to be a few drops of shiny saliva dripping onto the gray-blue desk.

When Li Ming kept whispering to me about how pretty the transfer student was, I didn't dare to breathe. I pinched my thighs tightly with both hands, until it hurt, to stop my conditioned reflex of screaming, but my body couldn't stop shaking.

"Xiao Lan, what's wrong with you?" Li Ming finally noticed that something was wrong with me.

There was the sound of tables and chairs being moved behind him, and the transfer student put down his schoolbag and sat down.

I felt like a cold current on my back, and my body started shaking more and more violently.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Li Ming held my arm and touched my cheek. "Why is your face so cold?"

I wanted to say something, but I seemed to be able to sense the gaze coming from the back row. An inexplicable pressure made me feel like I fell into an ice cellar, wrapped in a biting cold.

Thanks to my enthusiastic deskmate, Li Ming, he stood up and reported to the teacher, then helped me to the school clinic.

After leaving the classroom, I felt like a drowning person being pushed onto the shore. My breathing gradually became steady and my body temperature slowly recovered.