Ben10: A Romantic Adventure with a Gender-Swapped Class

"Sold out?!" The anger and sense of absurdity that Xiao Ban had been building up exploded at this moment.

She no longer cared about maintaining a ladylike image and was too lazy to explain further.

He rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, revealing the Ultimatrix on his wrist.

Amid the gaze of the ticket inspector and the gasps of a few passersby, she slammed her finger heavily onto the watch face without hesitation.

A dazzling green light instantly enveloped her. When the light faded, Xiao Ban transformed into an armadillo giant.

Once transformed, the little boy let out a deafening roar, and his rocky fist, like a battering ram, defiantly waved in front of the ticket inspector, the resulting wind pressure almost blowing off the ticket inspector's meticulously made bow tie.

The ticket inspector's face turned deathly pale instantly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He swallowed hard, his finger trembling as he pointed to the tightly closed door behind him, his voice clearly shaking.

"Uh...please come in..." Tickets and sold-out tickets are all meaningless in the face of absolute power and intimidation.

Upon seeing this, Ben reached out and patted the watch face on his chest, transforming back into an Earthling.

Without even glancing at the ticket inspector, she held her head high like a proud little peacock, pushed open the door that was practically useless to her, and walked straight in.

Mo Bai, Kevin, and Xiao Wen exchanged glances and quickly followed them inside.

After walking through a magnificent corridor covered with a red carpet, the four of them quickly found their seats.

The venue was packed, and the lights had been dimmed, leaving only the spotlights shining from the stage.

They found a few empty seats in the front row and sat down in a line. The air was filled with the sweet aroma of popcorn and the excited whispers of the audience.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Walk of Fame Theater!" A passionate, amplified voice of the host resounded throughout the venue. "Tonight, we will present you with an unprecedented and spectacular special program! Are you ready to be amazed by the universe? Now—let's hold our breath!"

As the host's melodious and highly persuasive opening remarks echoed over the radio, the huge, heavy scarlet velvet curtain, amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, slowly opened to both sides of the stage, accompanied by the soft sound of pulleys rubbing against ropes!

Behind the curtain, the meticulously arranged stage scene was finally revealed to all the audience.

The background is a deep, vast expanse, adorned with countless glittering stars, clearly a cheap plastic cosmic backdrop.

In the center of the stage, there was a spaceship model with a rather cartoonish design. It looked more like an enlarged plastic flying saucer from a children's toy store, painted with cheap fluorescent paint.

Most strikingly, a figure stood prominently atop the toy flying saucer.

A miniature version of Mojaus, scaled down several times, dressed in a simple theatrical costume, with crudely painted face paint, trying to make a fierce expression but looking utterly ridiculous!

The stage spotlights, like searchlights, were fixed firmly on "Magicius," who was standing atop a cheap toy flying saucer.

He puffed out his chest, which was painted with poorly defined muscles, and looked down at the dark mass of audience members with an exaggerated, almost comical arrogance, as if he were truly the devil who looked down on the stars.

He took a deep breath and, with a booming voice amplified by a megaphone that made people's eardrums buzz, began his flamboyant declaration.

“You stupid and insignificant Earthlings!” The voice echoed under the theater’s dome, carrying a deliberately mocking ferocity.

“I—” he deliberately dragged out the word, “I am Mojath! The conqueror of the universe!” He raised his arm, pointing to the “universe” screen above his head that shimmered with cheap plastic stars, “and this is! My lunar base! Above the moon, high above your heads!”

“You weak insects!” He waved his fist, spittle seemingly about to spray onto the faces of the audience in the front row, “Submit to me immediately! Otherwise—” He suddenly made a downward chopping gesture, his voice hoarse, “I will mercilessly destroy you and this wretched planet!”

This over-the-top performance, so exaggerated it made everyone want to dig their toes into the ground, finally made Kevin in the audience lose his temper.

He crossed his arms, leaned back in his chair, and curled his lips into an undisguised sneer. His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for the people around him to hear clearly.

The contempt in his voice was almost overflowing as he said, "A lunar base, huh?"

Sitting between them, Xiao Wen and Xiao Ban immediately leaned over, their little faces full of righteous indignation as they looked in Kevin's direction.

"Yes! And they said it was on the moon!" She was so angry that her cheeks puffed up.

However, just as the two finished their rant and their voices had not yet completely faded from the air, a loud, powerful voice, full of "righteousness," suddenly rang out from the other side of the stage—in the shadows near the edge of the curtain.

"Don't even think about it, Morgas!"

The roar was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, instantly drowning out the cacophony of "Magic" and echoing throughout the entire theater.

All the audience members were drawn by the sudden sound, turning their heads in unison and focusing their attention on the left entrance of the stage.

A figure shot out from the shadows of the side curtain like an arrow.

The spotlight immediately followed her steps, completely enveloping her in a dazzling beam of light.

When the light clearly outlined her silhouette, the four people in the audience—Mo Bai, Kevin, Xiao Wen, and Xiao Ban—stared wide-eyed, their mouths slightly agape, their faces filled with disbelief and shock!

Or rather, someone who looks exactly like Tian Xiaoban!

Her signature high brown ponytail bounced behind her as she ran, and her bright green eyes, shining under the stage lights, gleamed with a resolute light.

Even the delicate chin and slightly upturned nose are like replicas cast from the same mold.

What's even more astonishing is her outfit: a green jacket exactly like the one Xiaoban usually wears, paired with a brown skirt, and even the style of her sneakers is exactly the same.

With a sudden stop, this "Tian Xiaoban" stood steadily in the center of the stage, fearlessly extending his index finger and pointing straight at the fake Mojaus still posing on the UFO. His voice was clear and loud, full of the "heroic" tone unique to stage plays.

"No one can destroy anything—!"

“Because—” she puffed out her chest, her voice rising with a triumphant declaration, “I’m the one who calls the shots! Because I am—Tian Xiaoban!”

As soon as she finished speaking, thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the audience.

Almost everyone stood up excitedly to cheer for the appearance of this "heroic girl".

Apart from the four members of the original quartet who were still frozen in their seats with their jaws practically dropping to the floor.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with a sense of absurdity and a silent cry of "Has the world gone mad?"

The "small class" on stage seemed to be enjoying the moment when everyone was watching.

With a confident smile playing on her lips, she skillfully raised her left hand amidst applause—on her wrist was a remarkably realistic-looking Ultimatrix.

Her finger slammed heavily onto the center of the watch face!

A large cloud of thick, green smoke, resembling dry ice effects on a stage, burst forth instantly, completely engulfing her figure.

The smoke billowed and surged, carrying a cheap chemical smell.

Then, amidst the expectant gasps of the audience, the Frost Ghost floated out of the rolling green mist.

The actor who played the young man disappeared into the depths of the smoke as if by magic.

"Mojath~!" The "Ice Ghost" on stage shouted in a deliberately drawn-out, slightly mocking tone, echoing ethereally, "Now—it's time to calm down!"

After saying that, the Ice Ghost on the stage made an exaggerated gesture of taking a deep breath, and then suddenly exhaled a large amount of rolling white "cold air" towards "Mojas" on the flying saucer!

The white mist instantly enveloped "Mojas" and the "lunar base" beneath his feet.

However, when the fog cleared, "Mojath" was still standing there perfectly fine, even deliberately dusting off non-existent dust from his costume, looking at "Frost Ghost" with an expression as if he were an idiot.

The audience, bewildered, erupted in even more enthusiastic gasps and applause at the "unharmed" reversal and the realistic dry ice effect.

Meanwhile, the real audience members, watching this clumsy imitation and the audience's cheers, were so angry that their teeth were grinding, their eyes were twitching uncontrollably, and their fists were clenched tightly at their sides.

Soon, the plot took a sharp turn for the worse.

Faced with the "powerful strength" of "Morgas", "Frost Ghost" was defeated.

A huge, red-painted, makeshift cage that looked like it was made of barbed wire fell from the sky and clattered inside the "fake Xiaoban" who had transformed back into human form.

"Fake Little Class" immediately pounced on the edge of the cage, gripping the cold iron bars tightly with both hands, his face showing an expression of extreme anxiety and struggle, trying to "escape."

"Tsk," Kevin said, arms crossed, seemingly engrossed in the performance, even offering a "professional" critique, "This Mojaus is a bit of a goofball, but the others, especially the trapped 'Little Ben,' are quite dedicated, hmm, they've got a bit of the spirit."

"Not bad at all!" Ben suddenly turned his head, glaring at Kevin, his voice rising slightly with anger.

Looking at the sullen Xiao Ban, Xiao Wen couldn't help but smile, a hint of amusement in her eyes.

She turned to the side, leaned close to Xiao Ban's ear, and whispered in a slightly teasing tone.

“Alright, Xiao Ban, calm down. Even if you’re still angry, you have to admit that the stage effects, the lighting and smoke, and the actors’ dedication… overall, it’s really quite dazzling, isn’t it?” She pointed to the audience around her who were watching with great interest.

Sitting on the other side of the small class, Mo Bai nodded subconsciously in agreement when she heard Xiao Wen's evaluation.

However, as soon as he nodded, he felt a gaze filled with intense resentment pierce him like an ice pick.

The little boy was glaring at him, his eyes filled with a threatening "You dare to agree?" look.

Mo Bai was startled and immediately shook her head like a rattle-drum, her face full of innocence, as if to say, "I didn't say anything."

On stage, "Magic Jass" let out the villain's signature exaggerated "hahaha" laugh. He walked triumphantly to the red cage, pointed at the "anxious" "Little Ben" inside, and announced in a loud voice.

"Hahaha! You're in trouble! You stinky little classmate!" He deliberately emphasized the word "stinky," "Look at your pathetic state now! You can't save yourself! Nobody can save you!"

Upon hearing this "sentence," the anxious expression on the "fake little boy's" face instantly changed, and a sly, slightly smug smile appeared on his lips.

She released her grip on the iron bar, put her hands on her hips, and shouted crisply in a tone that said, "I was prepared."

"In that case... I'd better hurry and call for reinforcements!" She took a deep breath and shouted at the top of her lungs towards the backstage area.

“Calling out—Tian Xiaowen—!”

As soon as she finished speaking, the rousing cheerleading music on the stage suddenly blared out.

The curtains on both sides of the stage were suddenly pulled open.

A group of "Tian Xiaowen" girls, dressed in sparkly sequined strapless tops that revealed their slender waists and navels, paired with super short hot pants or mini skirts, and knee-high socks, waving colorful plastic hand flowers, surged onto the stage from both sides like a tide with their synchronized and energetic dance steps.

With standard cheerleader smiles on their faces, they kicked, spun, and waved their arms to the rhythm of the music, performing an enthusiastic cheerleading dance!

The key point is that each of them looks exactly like the real Xiaowen, from her hair color, hairstyle, facial features, to her body proportions.

It's like they were mass-produced using the same template.

"Wow!" Kevin's eyes lit up instantly. He leaned forward slightly, a smile of undisguised amazement and admiration on his face.

"Ten of you!"

Xiaowen's smile froze instantly, replaced by a somber expression like the calm before a volcanic eruption.

Looking at the group of "herself" on stage, wearing revealing clothes that she would never wear, and dancing exaggerated dances, a strong sense of shame and anger of being offended rushed to her head.

She clenched her fist tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, and forced out a low growl that suppressed a storm through her teeth.

"This...this is really...too much!" Her voice trembled slightly with anger, and her green eyes burned with raging fury.

Sitting next to Xiaowen, Mo Bai looked at the ten "Xiaowen" on the stage, then quickly glanced at the Xiaowen next to her who was about to explode, and alarm bells rang in her heart.

An even more terrifying thought struck him like lightning.

Since even Xiaowen has ten cheerleading versions... wait a minute... could it be that... a bunch of "fake Mo Bai" versions will also pop up with "Mo Bai" faces, wearing tight vests or even shirtless, showing off their muscles on stage, and making all sorts of suggestive moves?!

The terrifying image instantly sent chills down Mo Bai's spine, sending a shiver down her spine from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

He subconsciously tensed up, his eyes sharpened, and his fingers curled unconsciously.

If that scenario were to actually occur... he would absolutely, immediately, rush onto the stage and, no matter what alien hero he uses, blast that damned stage, along with those shameful "selves," into cosmic dust on the spot.

This is not just copyright infringement, it's downright public execution!

Meanwhile, on the other side, Ben, who was furious, suddenly seemed to realize something after hearing Kevin's exclamation and Xiaowen's roar.