Ben10: A Romantic Adventure with a Gender-Swapped Class

Mo Bai's fingers unconsciously rubbed the corner of the textbook, still immersed in the brief conversation just now.

His deskmate suddenly nudged his shoulder hard with his elbow, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Today must be your lucky day, right?" The other person glanced at him sideways, their eyes gleaming with gossip. "She actually talked to you!"

This teasing remark was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake. Mo Bai suddenly snapped back to reality, her brows furrowing in confusion.

"She? Who is she?"

My deskmate's reaction was almost exaggerated—his eyes widened and his mouth opened into a big "O" shape, as if he had heard something earth-shattering.

"You don't know her?! Isn't that common knowledge? Several classmates just mentioned it!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Bai belatedly touched her chin, her voice so low it was almost as if she were talking to herself.

"It seems I did say that..."

Seeing that he really knew nothing, his deskmate sighed helplessly, leaned forward, and whispered mysteriously.

"Her father is among the top five richest people in China; his monthly allowance and food allowance alone are enough to buy a villa."

"She owns shares in the school I just mentioned. She's only 18 this year, and I heard she owns a significant stake. The school is basically the same as hers."

She probably came today because she was bored and wanted to spend some money to have some fun, but judging from her expression, I doubt she'll make it. After all, you know this school...dddd" At the end, she winked at Mo Bai and gave him a "you know what I mean" look.

“That’s why I was so surprised she actually talked to you,” his deskmate said, his arm already around his shoulder, his tone tinged with envy. “Rumor has it that she doesn’t even glance at strangers, especially men, but she’ll chat normally with women. I bet she has misogyny!”

These words made Mo Bai subconsciously look down at her wrinkled school uniform, the corner of which was still stained with ink that she had accidentally gotten on it that morning.

His deskmate caught a glimpse of his expression and a mischievous smile crept across his face.

"You might look really good in women's clothing, keep it up!"

"Get lost!" Mo Bai retorted almost reflexively, pushing away the face that was so close to hers, her expression utterly speechless.

The piercing bell tore through the stagnant air, and the classroom was like a bottle of soda suddenly released, with restlessness and noise surging wildly like bubbles.

In their eyes, this was nothing more than a privileged girl picking a timid boy as a toy to amuse herself in a dull class, much like a noble lady teasing a shivering stray cat on the street.

So nobody took the boy seriously; at most, some of the more timid ones kept quiet.

Because of this incident, Mo Bai's mood became very complicated. He originally wanted to rest, but now he was in no mood for that at all, and was even sobered up instantly by the fright.

He sighed helplessly, then reached for the Chinese textbook on the table, randomly flipped to a page, and began to recite ancient poems.

Mo Bai silently continued reciting, and time passed by second by second. Before she knew it, the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

He slowly closed his Chinese textbook, packed his schoolbag as usual, and then walked briskly down that familiar street with his schoolbag on his back.

As they walked, Mo Bai's stomach suddenly made a rumbling sound, which was particularly loud on the quiet street.

He couldn't help but touch his stomach, muttering to himself.

"What should I eat..." Mo Bai muttered to herself as she looked around, her gaze finally settling on the snack street next to her.

There is a wide variety of delicious food there, and the prices are very reasonable.

His eyes lit up instantly, as if he had seen a savior.

The food street is filled with a dazzling array of dishes, from fragrant fried noodles to tender and smooth tofu, which makes your mouth water just thinking about them.

The more Mo Bai thought about it, the hungrier she felt, and she couldn't help but swallow.

He strode into the food street and began a frenzied shopping spree.

In no time, he was carrying a large bag of food, which only cost him ten yuan.

Although these were just ordinary street foods, Mo Bai's face was beaming with an incredibly happy smile.

He eagerly opened the bag, took out a four-yuan chicken leg, and took a big bite.

The tender, juicy chicken and its rich aroma made Mo Bai feel extremely satisfied.

"It's so cool!"

On this sweltering summer day, a street food meal costing less than eleven yuan was enough to bring this young man immense happiness.

After all, there's a saying that goes, "Being able to eat is a blessing."

Time flew by, and Mo Bai quickly finished the chicken leg in her hand, then walked home contentedly.

As soon as he got home, he skillfully completed a series of actions, just like always:

He closed the door, locked it, and tossed his schoolbag into the room in one smooth motion, without any hesitation.

Next, it was the classic routine of eating and watching anime again.

Mo Bai sat on the sofa, opened her phone, and enjoyed watching her favorite anime while savoring the pleasure of the food.

After watching the anime, Mo Bai got up to get her clothes and prepare to take a shower.

Since there is no washing machine at home, he has to wash his clothes by hand.

Although it was somewhat troublesome, he had long been accustomed to this kind of life.

After taking a shower, Mo Bai washed and hung her clothes to dry, and then she could finally sit at her desk in peace and begin her review for the evening.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city...

The young woman was sitting casually in the office, and a middle-aged man dressed in a black suit and wearing black sunglasses was standing in front of her desk.

Su Zixuan's past life should have looked like this (older than Mo Bai), with the ring removed.

The man straightened his back and respectfully reported to the girl.

“Reporting to Miss, the person you asked me to follow has been investigated.” The man’s voice was deep and powerful.

Upon hearing his words, the girl slightly raised her head and responded softly in her slightly magnetic voice.

"Well, let's talk"

Only after hearing the girl's order did the man in the suit begin to report.

After class this afternoon, I went to the food street and bought xxxxx (several dozen words omitted)

"Then I couldn't resist taking a bite on the way."

"I arrived home carrying the bags."

"Report complete."

Hearing this, the girl's tone and expression remained calm, without the slightest ripple.

She simply waved her hand dismissively at the man in the suit and replied.

"Okay, I understand. Thank you for your hard work."

"Go home," the girl's voice was soft, but it carried an undeniable authority.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in the suit breathed a sigh of relief, then bowed respectfully and turned to leave the office.