Ben10: A Romantic Adventure with a Gender-Swapped Class

Consciousness is like an anchor sinking into the deep sea, slowly and laboriously being dragged back to the surface.

When Mo Bai finally opened her heavy eyelids, in her blurred vision, she saw the faces of Xiao Ban, Kevin, and Xiao Wen close together.

Their tense expressions relaxed the moment he opened his eyes, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and they breathed a silent sigh of relief.

"What am I doing..." His voice was as dry as sandpaper.

The words had barely left his mouth when a sharp headache suddenly gripped him, as if countless cold needles were churning inside his skull.

He groaned, one hand pressed firmly against the cold ground, the other hand pressing hard on his throbbing temples, struggling to sit up.

The little boy reacted very quickly, immediately reaching out his arm to steadily support his swaying body and carefully helping him sit back down.

Her voice carried a sense of relief, as if she had escaped death: "We don't know what happened either, but..."

Mo Bai then noticed her surroundings.

They were no longer in the open field of battle, but were now in the cramped cabin of a spaceship.

Outside the window, clouds rushed by at high speed and the lights on the ground were blurry.

Kevin sat silently in the pilot's seat, steering the spaceship smoothly toward home.

“The evil witch has completely lost her senses,” Xiaowen’s voice followed, carrying an indescribable heaviness.

The voice, filled with sorrow and sympathy, fell heavily into the small space.

Mo Bai looked towards Xiao Wen, following the sound, and met her eyes, which were filled with complex emotions.

The pity in his eyes was so clear it was almost blinding.

"She's so cold-blooded and ruthless, it's harder than climbing to heaven for me to sympathize with her," Xiao Ban couldn't help but complain helplessly from the side, her tone mixed with exhaustion and a hint of barely perceptible irritation.

With her headache slightly relieved, Mo Bai sat down in the seat next to her with the help of the two people.

As I sank into the back of the chair, a wave of fatigue washed over me.

Xiaowen's voice continued in my ears, as if she were unraveling a suffocating ending.

She spent her entire life pursuing that goal...

"There's no point in chasing them now..."

How can I fill that void...?

The low hum of the spaceship's engines was the only background noise.

Kevin, who had been silently steering the ship, suddenly spoke, his voice low and hoarse, carrying a hint of hardship.

Believe me, that's difficult.

The journey home stretched on in an almost solidified heaviness.

After an unknown amount of time, the spaceship finally landed.

This suffocating atmosphere continued until everyone dispersed and returned to their own little corners of the world.

To dispel the heaviness, Mo Bai stopped in front of a small shop while driving Xiao Ban home.

He bought two cups of colorful slushies, while his own was the usual strawberry flavor.

He opened the car door, sat back in the driver's seat, and handed the cup of brightly colored slush belonging to the younger class to the passenger.

The children took the slush, and their straws pierced the sealed film, making a slight sound.

As she savored the cool, sweet taste, she stubbornly made the suggestion again.

"Let me drive it back this time!" Her eyes sparkled, with a hint of coquetry.

Mo Bai glanced at her, a helpless smile playing on his lips, and decisively started the engine.

"Don't even think about it." He knew all too well the driving style of this "vandal" beside him; his precious car couldn't withstand that kind of abuse.

Fortunately, for Xiaoban, it seems there really isn't an emotion that a refreshing glass of slush can't resolve.

As the sweet, cool liquid slid down her throat, she sighed contentedly, her earlier slight dissatisfaction vanishing instantly, and she completely abandoned the idea of ​​speeding.

The wheels rolled over the road, and inside the carriage, only the faint sounds of sipping drinks and the smooth running of the engine remained.

To break the somewhat quiet atmosphere, Mo Bai reached out and turned on the car radio.

A slightly excited male voice immediately filled the small space.

"...Breaking news: A new organization called the 'Intellectual Mars Transmission Society' is developing at an astonishing rate. They are springing up like mushrooms after rain in many backward areas, bringing about remarkable changes... The organization claims that it will use advanced technology from outer space to completely improve the current situation on Earth..."

The announcer's voice brushed past Mo Bai's ears, and he suddenly remembered that when he got off the bus to buy snow slush, someone with an overly enthusiastic smile seemed to have forced a brightly colored flyer on him.

He casually took it, crumpled it into a ball after taking only a couple of steps, and accurately threw it into the trash can on the side of the road.

Looking back now, the prominent logo on that flyer seems to be the organization mentioned in the radio broadcast.

"I remember when I bought the slushie, I think I picked up their flyer," Mo Bai said casually to Xiao Ban while keeping her eyes on the road and driving.

Perhaps it was the icy sweetness of the slush that aroused his thirst, because after he finished speaking, he felt his lips were a little dry, and he habitually reached out his right hand to reach for the strawberry slush he had placed in the cup holder.

However, before his hand even touched the glass, the little boy next to him had already leaned over very naturally and picked up his glass of slush.

She turned slightly to the side, her movements so fluid as if she had rehearsed them a thousand times, precisely placing the straw to Mo Bai's lips.

Without even thinking much, Mo Bai took her hand, lowered her head slightly, and took a few sips through the straw.

The cool, sweet and sour liquid instantly relieved the dryness in my throat.

“There are pyramid schemes everywhere now, it doesn’t matter anymore,” Xiao Ban’s voice carried the satisfaction of snow mud, light and airy, with a touch of worldly-wise nonchalance.

Mo Bai released the straw, and Xiao Ban put the cup back in its original place.

He licked his lips, still savoring the sweet taste, and said thoughtfully, "Hmm, I just find it a little strange. I heard they just built a building out of nowhere, like some rich person came out to experience life."

"Rich people...experiencing life?" Xiao Ban repeated the word, a strange tinge in his voice.

The air inside the car seemed to freeze for a moment.

Almost simultaneously, a figure flashed through their minds—a girl with cascading blonde hair, an unconventional style, and a perpetually playful attitude towards life.

This name is like an invisible boulder, weighing heavily on my heart.

No one spoke up, but the heavy unspoken understanding made the air in the carriage thick and hard to breathe again.

Just then, a sudden and sharp cell phone ringtone shattered the stillness.

Mo Bai's phone vibrated on the dashboard.

As if grasping at a straw, Xiao Ban immediately reached out and picked up her phone, the screen's light illuminating her deliberately relaxed face.

"It's Kevin's call, should I answer it?"

Mo Bai looked at the flashing headlights ahead and sighed, half-jokingly and half-helplessly.

"Uh... can I not answer?"

Before the words were even finished, a crisp "click" was heard—Xiao Ban's finger had already deftly swiped across the reject button.

Mo Bai turned to look at her in astonishment: "......."

Xiao Ban waved his phone, a look of triumph mixed with innocence on his face.

"I was just joking to lighten the mood."

Sure enough, a few seconds later, the phone started vibrating again, Kevin's name flashing persistently on the screen.

This time, the little boy didn't cause any trouble. He quickly answered the call and held the phone to Mo Bai's ear.

Before Mo Bai could utter a single syllable, Kevin's signature loud voice, mixed with static, burst out impatiently.

"Why did you suddenly hang up on me?! I thought you'd been in a car accident! I was almost ready to start a feast on the spot!"

Mo Bai was taken aback by the exaggerated greeting, blinked speechlessly, and felt the veins on her forehead throbbing.

"It's a long story. Why are you calling? Just tell me what's wrong."

“Oh, serious business!” Kevin’s tone became slightly more serious. “Xiao Wen told me that a mysterious organization has recently emerged, something like… Knowledge Mars Transmission Society? She feels something is off about it.”

"It's knowledge, isn't it..." Mo Bai subconsciously corrected.

"Who cares about knowledge or intellect!" Kevin said nonchalantly. "Anyway, Xiaowen said she received their invitation, but she has an important exam tomorrow and can't go. She suspects something's fishy and wants the three of us to go in her place tomorrow and see what's going on."

"Okay," Mo Bai said succinctly.

He gestured to Xiaoban with his eyes, and Xiaoban understood, so he hung up the phone again and put it back in its place.

The car came to a smooth stop on the familiar street at that very moment.

Two adjacent houses stood quietly in the night, warm lights shining from their windows.

"Go to sleep early, goodnight," Mo Bai habitually reminded him.

Xiao Ban jumped out of the car, turned around and waved to him, and his figure quickly disappeared into his own house.

Mo Bai skillfully parked the car on the side of the road, and just a few steps away, she pushed open the front door of her house.

However, this night, which should have been peaceful as usual, was completely turned upside down by an invisible force the moment he stepped into his home and bent down to change his shoes.

"Son, you're back?" The mother's voice came from the living room, with an unusually soft tone.

A hint of doubt flashed through Mo Bai's mind; her mother wouldn't usually greet her in this tone.

"Hmm, how..." he replied casually, bending down to take off his shoes and put on soft slippers.

As he straightened up, his gaze habitually fell on the living room sofa—

My blood seemed to freeze in an instant.

A figure, a figure he thought he would never see in his own home, was sitting peacefully on that familiar sofa.

The figure was both familiar and strangely eerie.

My brain felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer, and went completely blank for a moment.

"The cursed witch!?"

A horrified scream escaped his lips.

Almost instinctively, Mo Bai's muscles tensed instantly, like a fully drawn bowstring.

He abruptly took half a step back, his right hand flashing as he gripped the Ultimatrix on his left wrist. Without hesitation, his fingertips pressed the activation button, and a crimson light began to flow across the dial, poised to strike.

Under the warm lights of the living room, crisis, like a cold, venomous snake, lurked silently.

"Mom, stay away from her!"

Mo Bai's roar, accompanied by a metallic buzzing, exploded in the living room.

Before he finished speaking, he reached out and slapped the watch face, transforming into the ultimate Little Bobo.

His thick arm flashed to his shoulder, and with a crisp metallic scraping sound, two sonic discs with flashing blue arcs of electricity along their edges were firmly held in his palm.

His cold eyes were fixed on the figure on the sofa, as if he was about to throw that deadly disc at any moment—aimed directly at the evil witch!

He dared not gamble. He dared not gamble whether the power of the other alien heroes could instantly suppress this dangerous woman in this confined space, and he dared not gamble even a trace of the energy's aftershocks would affect his mother, who was standing nearby.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: to crush the threat completely with the most direct and powerful force!

"Wait! Don't make a move yet!"

The mother's voice, tinged with urgency, acted like an invisible string, suddenly taut over Mo Bai's arm, which was about to swing.

His body suddenly stiffened, and his movements abruptly stopped in mid-air.

His gaze turned to the source of the sound, filled with disbelief and confusion.

He saw his mother stand up from the sofa, her face not showing the expected fear or manipulated blankness, but rather a complex expression mixed with worry.

"Why?" Ultimate Little Bobo's voice was low and distorted, like metal rubbing together. "Mom, you don't understand her. She's a cold-blooded and ruthless female demon!" Every word was like ice shards squeezed out from between his teeth.

Mom frowned and replied.

"How could you talk about a girl like that?" She took half a step forward and continued, "Isn't she your classmate? She came specifically to bring you study materials."

"Classmate?" The huge blue head suddenly turned towards the sofa, its expression revealing deep confusion and vigilance.

That elegant, seated figure, that wicked witch who once unleashed a reign of terror, is now in his home, and even referred to as a "classmate" by his mother? A sense of absurdity washes over him like a cold tide.

"When did she become my classmate?" His questioning voice was almost tangible. "Mom, you must have used a spell on her to control her!" This was the only reasonable explanation he could think of.

"You child!" The mother's voice rose slightly. "Why has your murderous aura become so strong? How could your mother be so easily controlled?" Her words were resolute, carrying a kind of resilience honed by life's hardships. "Change back quickly, don't tear our house down." The last sentence was almost a helpless, everyday nagging, but strangely it diluted the tense murderous atmosphere in the living room.

However, Mo Bai still kept his wary gaze fixed on the white-haired woman on the sofa like a searchlight.

"The Cursed Witch" Ultimate Little Bobo's voice was cold and metallic, every syllable containing a warning, "I don't care what you want to do, I advise you to stay away from my family. If you want to fight me, fight me openly and honestly!" This was the final ultimatum, and also the bottom line he had drawn.

As if touched by this resolute declaration, the evil witch who had been silent finally made a move.

She slowly and gracefully put down the almost untouched glass of juice in her hand.

The bottom of the glass touched the coffee table, making a soft, crisp "tap" sound that was particularly clear in the quiet living room.

Then, she turned her head, and those eyes that had once been filled with ambition and coldness now calmly met the gaze of Ultimate Little Bobo.

There was no fighting spirit, no madness of the past, only an almost hollow peace.

Her long, flowing white hair cascaded down her back, the ends still glistening with the dampness of freshly washed hair. A faint, clean fragrance, like the scent of a mild shampoo, wafted through the air.