Ben10: A Romantic Adventure with a Gender-Swapped Class

After delivering his words, which were filled with both expectation and warning, Dr. Mao Dun walked steadily between Sister Ban and Brother Mo.

Hands, with the gentle warmth of an elder, landed on their shoulders—one on Sister Ban's shoulder, the other on Brother Mo's shoulder, one higher than the other, creating a subtle sense of humor against the backdrop of the vast desert.

“We should go,” he said, his voice carrying the weariness of traversing time and the relief of things finally settling down.

However, in the fading light as his figure was about to disappear, he turned his head slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the mists of time and space, landing precisely on the young Mo Bai and Xiao Ban.

Their gazes instantly became incredibly sharp and solemn, as if they wanted to etch important maxims into their very bones.

“But before I leave, I must remind my younger friends,” he paused, each word like a heavy stone thrown into a still lake, “be very careful of old George and the alien monsters.”

The echo of the warning seemed to still vibrate in the scorching air before the words "Goodbye" were softly uttered.

Before the words were even finished, Dr. Mao Dun's figure, along with Sister Ban beside him, became blurred and transparent like sand paintings scattered by the wind, and finally disappeared completely from the spot, leaving only subtle energy ripples, indicating that they had returned to their own time flow.

The desert wind whipped up sand and dust, blowing across the empty crash site.

Xiao Ban and Mo Bai subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but when they looked around, they were surprised to find that Mo Ge was still standing there.

He casually put his hands in his pockets, his posture relaxed, as if he were just admiring the desert sunset and had no intention of leaving.

This unusual delay left the two looking at each other, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.

Mo Bai couldn't help but ask.

Aren't you coming with me?

Upon hearing this, Mo Ge slowly turned around.

He wore his usual lazy and indifferent smile and casually waved his hand.

“I can walk by myself,” he said casually, as if discussing what to have for dinner.

Then, his gaze fell on Mo Bai, a hint of barely perceptible concern hidden deep within his eyes. "And I'm staying here..." He paused, a subtle smile playing on his lips, "to give my past self a small piece of advice."

After saying that, he stopped explaining and strode away, but instead of heading towards Xiaoban, he walked towards the desert side away from her. He stopped about ten meters away, then turned around and quietly looked at Mobai.

That gesture clearly indicated that he should come over alone.

Seeing that the two were clearly trying to avoid him, Xiao Ban curiously tiptoed, but ultimately didn't follow.

Filled with suspicion, Mo Bai walked step by step through the soft sand to Mo Ge.

The desert wind blew the hems of their clothes, and the setting sun cast long shadows of them in the distance.

"What's all this secrecy about?" Mo Bai couldn't help but ask, her brows furrowing slightly.

Mo looked at him, her relaxed smile still on her face, but her eyes had calmed down, carrying a sense of scrutiny and confirmation.

He didn't answer immediately, but tilted his head slightly, as if considering his words, before slowly speaking in a seemingly casual but actually profound tone.

“I just want to confirm,” his voice wasn’t loud, but it reached Mo Bai’s ears clearly, “have you really thought this through?” He paused, his gaze fixed on Mo Bai’s eyes like a searchlight, and added, “Or rather, do you really want to do this?”

These words, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirred ripples in Mo Bai's heart.

His expression froze, as if some deep-seated secret had been touched upon.

The two stood there on the golden sand dunes, their eyes meeting, with only the howling wind around them.

Time seemed to stretch out, the afterglow of the setting sun casting a warm golden glow on their faces, reflecting the complex emotions swirling in each other's eyes.

The silence lasted for a while, until Mo Bai seemed to have unloaded some invisible burden and let out a soft, long sigh.

That sigh contained both determination and a hint of relief.

"I've thought it through." He raised his head, his gaze meeting his future self, his voice not loud, but unusually firm.

This answer was clearly somewhat unexpected for Mo Ge.

A flicker of surprise flashed across his eyes, like a tiny ripple on a calm lake caused by a stone thrown in.

But this surprise was fleeting, quickly replaced by a faint smile of relief and understanding, a smile that melted the ice like warm sunshine.

"I can tell," he nodded, his tone knowing.

He then stretched out his hand, palm up, as naturally as if he were asking for something ordinary.

"Can I borrow your phone?"

Mo Bai did not hesitate.

The other person is your future self, and they probably know your little "secrets" better than you do.

He deftly pulled his phone out of his pocket, unlocked it, and handed it over.

Mo Ge took the familiar device, slid his fingertips across the screen, and directly opened the photo album.

He searched and quickly found the target image—a screenshot of the "Spellbook" that Xiaowen sent to Mobai.

"The spellbook Wenlin sent you," Mo Ge explained, zooming in on the image with his finger, his tone as casual as if chatting. "Actually, some pronunciations... well, they're a little off. I'll fix them for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he extended his right index finger, and a faint, yet pure, purple halo silently enveloped his fingertip. The light was not dazzling, but rather warm and gentle like jade.

His fingertips moved swiftly and precisely across the complex Anno Star runes on the phone screen, like the most precise carving knife, outlining, modifying them with incredible speed and accuracy.

In the modified areas, the runes appear to flow more smoothly, and small, clear pronunciation annotations automatically appear next to them.

The whole process was smooth and effortless, as if he were simply revising an electronic document.

He finished in no time. He handed the phone back to Mo Bai, gently placing it in his outstretched palm.

"Alright," Mo Ge said, looking at her past self.

"I also added a new spell inside."

"Although... it's a bit difficult to learn," he deliberately emphasized the word "a bit," as if implying that the difficulty was extraordinary, "however," he changed his tone confidently, "you'll definitely have plenty of time to learn in the future."

After saying that, he seemed to have completed an important task, and his whole body relaxed.

He waved casually at Mo Bai, his movements swift and decisive.

"I'll be going now if there's nothing else." He paused, a hint of tenderness flickering in his eyes, and his voice softened slightly.

"Please say hello to my parents for me."

The moment he finished speaking, a soft yet bright purple light enveloped his entire body like ripples on water.

The light flashed and disappeared in an instant, like a candle flame blown out by the wind.

Where the light faded, the sand was empty, leaving only Mo Bai standing there, holding the phone that seemed to still retain the warmth of her future self's fingertips.

The desert wind seemed to have picked up, making Mo Bai's white clothes flutter loudly.

He looked down at the more refined spell image on his phone screen, now with detailed annotations, and at the new spell image in his gallery—so complex it made him dizzy at first glance, its length seemingly enough to circle the Earth three times. His lips twitched involuntarily.

"Anyway, he said I'll have time to learn later..." Mo Bai muttered softly, as if encouraging herself, or perhaps trying to escape the enormous amount of study time, "No rush, no rush..."

He shook his head, as if trying to shake the complicated incantation out of his mind, then turned and walked toward the little boy who was still curiously looking around not far away.

The fine sand made a soft "rustling" sound under his feet.

"Sigh." Seeing Mo Bai approach, Xiao Ban immediately came over, her face full of confusion about Dr. Mao Dun's final warning. "What did Dr. Mao Dun mean by that? Beware of Old George and the alien monsters? Who is Old George? And what are alien monsters?"

Hearing the barrage of questions from the younger students, Mo Bai stopped, touched her chin, and pretended to be thinking hard.

The afterglow of the setting sun illuminated his young face.

A few seconds later, he simply gave up, shrugged, and slumped his shoulders, his tone conveying a complete sense of "giving up."

"Who knows?" He rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I've never understood a word he says." He took Ben's hand and walked towards Kevin's "Old Beat-up Car Number Two" parked on the sand. "Instead of guessing here, let's go home and sleep! I'm exhausted!"

Upon hearing the words "go home and sleep," the little boy nodded in deep agreement.

“That’s true!” She followed Mo Bai forward, but as she walked, a hint of regret appeared on her face, and she muttered to herself.

"It's just a pity... I didn't have time to ask my future self how many people would come to our wedding? Would there be many aliens? Would the event be big enough?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Bai turned his head to look at her, the soft light of the setting sun falling on the corners of his smiling eyes.

He imagined that scene, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up, forming a warm arc.

“There should be quite a lot,” he said with anticipation. “I guess… maybe half of them are aliens?” He couldn’t help but laugh as he imagined the bizarre alien guests at the wedding.

But soon, he realized the practical problem and pointed to the spaceship in the distance.

"But instead of that, shouldn't we transform into stingrays and fly back to the museum? My car's still there! I can't just leave it at the museum entrance overnight, can I?"

Just as Xiao Ban was about to nod in agreement and transform to fly back, his gaze caught sight of the "Old Broken Car No. 2" not far away, which, although it had made an emergency landing, still looked relatively intact.

She paused, a worried look on her face, and pointed at the spaceship, asking a question.

"What about Kevin's ship?" She could almost picture Kevin's furious reaction. "If he saw his precious spaceship lying in this desert... he'd be absolutely livid!" She mimicked Kevin's likely expression, baring her teeth.

“More than just furious,” Mo Bai retorted, mimicking Kevin’s likely tone, “I reckon he’d point his finger at us and yell: ‘Fire prevention, theft prevention, vandalism prevention! Stay away from my ship! At least three days! No, a lifetime!’”

Thinking of Kevin's frantic appearance, the two of them couldn't help but shrink back.

Mo Bai sighed and made the suggestion helplessly.

“Let’s go back to the ship and see if there’s any way to help him get back, otherwise…” He pointed towards the desert and the distant city, “he’ll be stuck on the tarmac for at least three days, then come back to settle scores with us when his anger is off the charts.”

After reaching an agreement, the two quickly ran towards the spaceship. They carefully walked onto the somewhat deformed cargo hold entrance, passed through the passage, and arrived at the cockpit door.

The hatch slid open, and the two men peered out. The sight before them stunned them instantly.

Inside the cockpit, the control panel, which had been blasted beyond recognition by ninja shuriken, sparking and billowing with smoke, was now spotless.

All the dashboards, buttons, and screens were intact and flashing their indicator lights normally, just like before the trip.

Not even a scratch can be found.

The burnt smell in the air had also disappeared without a trace, leaving only the faint smell of engine oil and energy fluid unique to the spaceship's interior.

Who did it? The answer is self-evident.

The two looked at each other, and smiles of surprise and relief bloomed on their faces simultaneously, especially the younger one, whose eyes instantly lit up like stars.

She cheered and rushed inside, her target clear—the driver's seat!

"Hehehe!" She laughed triumphantly, like a little mouse that had stolen some oil. She plopped down in the spacious and comfortable cockpit, excitedly gripped the control stick, and announced in a serious tone, mimicking a pilot.

"Captain Tian Xiaoban requests takeoff!"

However, her excitement lasted less than three seconds before a slender hand pressed down on her hand as she prepared to start the engine.

Mo Bai stood beside the driver's seat, a mischievous smile on his face, and solemnly announced.

“Captain Tian,” he said deliberately, mimicking an instructor’s tone, “you are now suspended on the spot for failing to wear a seatbelt, a serious violation of Article N of the Spaceflight Safety Regulations!” He pointed to the co-pilot’s seat, his tone leaving no room for argument, “So—get in the co-pilot’s seat now! I’ll pilot this ship!”

"Ah—?!" The smile on Xiao Ban's face instantly vanished, and he let out a drawn-out howl of extreme reluctance.

She slumped limply in the driver's seat, as if all her bones had been removed, wriggling and squirming as if trying to use her weight to hold the position. "No! Just let me drive for a little while! I promise I'll drive smoothly this time!"

Mo Bai was both annoyed and amused by her acting spoiled in her seat.

He reached out and precisely pinched one of her chubby cheeks, gently pulling it outwards; it felt bouncy and smooth to the touch.

He leaned closer, lowered his voice, and gave a slightly "threatening" warning.

"You"

"Watch out, Kevin might call you a 'vehicle killer' or a 'vandal' again!"

"I'll drive this time and guarantee a safe landing. Next time..." He paused deliberately, looking at the young officer's eyes, which lit up instantly, "I'll let you drive again next time."

Hearing the promise of "next time," the little boy was still a little reluctant, but at least he had something to look forward to.

She pouted, slowly got up from the driver's seat, and even pretended to rub her cheek that had just been pinched, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

"Okay..." She drawled, slowly making her way to the passenger seat next to her, then sat down heavily. She turned her head and looked expectantly at Mo Bai, who was already in the driver's seat, and asked, "So when is 'next time'?"

Mo Bai skillfully fastened his seatbelt, his fingers moving quickly and precisely across the newly renovated control panel as he started the engine to warm it up.

The spacecraft emitted a low, steady hum.

Hearing Xiao Ban's question, he didn't turn his head, but just curled up a sly smile and casually tossed back a reply.

“Next time…” he drawled, a smile playing on his lips amidst the roar of the engine, “is when you drive it again!”

[Remember it's been a while since I've shared any sweet moments, so here's one!]