Ben10: A Romantic Adventure with a Gender-Swapped Class

Upon hearing this, Mo Bai simply lowered her head silently without replying.

But his clenched fists and the undisguised sadness in his eyes had already given a clear answer.

How could he bear to part with it? This was the figure he had prayed to see again countless times in the dead of night.

All we needed to do was meet once.

Su Zixuan waited for a moment, but no sound came from behind her.

She sighed softly, turned around, and slowly walked towards him.

Her footsteps were very light, making almost no sound on the grass.

She walked up to him, raised her hand, and stretched it out towards him.

Mo Bai thought she was going to pat his head or give him a comforting hug.

However, the expected tenderness did not arrive.

He was suddenly flicked on the forehead by a slender yet powerful middle finger!

"You womanizer..." Su Zixuan's voice rang out, carrying a hint of reproach, a hint of helplessness, and a trace of extremely complex and difficult-to-decipher emotion.

"???" Mo Bai was completely bewildered by the sudden action and accusation.

He instinctively reached up to cover his forehead where he had been flicked, then quickly looked up to explain, his voice slightly flustered: "No, no, it's just that I felt..."

Before he could finish speaking, Su Zixuan suddenly interrupted him.

The reproach on her face vanished, replaced by a deep understanding and tolerance that seemed to see right through people. She smiled at him, her eyes filled with helplessness and a hint of pity, and said softly.

"You feel guilty, right?"

She directly revealed the most tangled emotions in his heart.

At this moment, Su Zixuan looked at him with a smile, a smile that was pure and clear, as if she had already let go of everything.

She paused, then continued, as if answering a question he hadn't yet asked: "If you want to know if I regret it, then forget it." She had never regretted her choice.

After speaking, Su Zixuan walked gently past Mo Bai and stood behind him. She also raised her head and looked at the towering tree that had witnessed many years. She continued speaking in a calm and distant voice, as if telling an ancient truth.

"You should have heard this old saying..."

"Don't consider how much money the boy will spend on the girl"

"And look at how much money he has."

"How much money is spent on girls?"

She paused slightly, allowing the meaning of her words to settle.

Then, her tone changed, carrying a faint yet incredibly clear sense of melancholy.

"You just need to be brave; all you have to do is pull out your knife or snap your watch."

"Moli, do you want to be brave? All you need to do is recite the incantation."

Then, her voice was tinged with an indescribable heaviness and... a barely perceptible hint of envy?

"Should I fight bravely?" she asked herself, and then gave that cruel but only answer.

"The only option is to pay with one's life."

Her figure appeared somewhat frail in the sunlight, but her voice was crystal clear.

"A normal person would only dedicate their entire life to someone they love."

"And I already..." She paused, her voice as soft as a sigh.

"I've overdrawn my budget."

Upon hearing this, Mo Bai fell silent.

He stood there, as if nailed to the spot by those words.

A thousand words were stuck in my chest, yet I couldn't utter a single one.

He was nearly overwhelmed by immense grief and guilt.

He didn't know what to say; any words seemed pale and powerless at this moment.

She simply lowered her head silently, as if she dared not look at that figure in the sunlight any longer.

After a long while, he slowly turned around, his back to Su Zixuan, and with all his strength, he replied in a low and hoarse voice, each word as if squeezed out from his heart.

"I'm sorry for who I am now..."

He paused for a moment, as if the words that followed carried immense weight.

"It's only enough to pay off the interest..."

This sentence is like a key, and also like a farewell.

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding scenery—the clear sky, the warm sunshine, the soft grass, and the huge tree—began to blur and become transparent as quickly as the tide receded.

Ultimately, everything returned to a void, absolute silence and darkness.

For Su Zixuan, the barrier that transcends the boundary between life and death, the time that would allow an ordinary person to reincarnate three times, might really be just a fleeting moment, as brief as sand slipping through one's fingers.

However, just when Mo Bai thought that after that farewell, he could finally break free from this heavy yet beautiful dream and return to the real battlefield, he was shocked to discover—

There was no outline of a cave in the surroundings, and the shouts of his companions did not reach his ears.

He did not wake up.

He remained trapped in the depths of his consciousness, but the surrounding scenery had completely changed.

The space that once had sunlight, grass, and familiar figures receded like the tide, replaced by an endless expanse of pure, all-consuming darkness.

There was no light, no sound, no temperature, only absolute nothingness and silence.

"What's going on..." Mo Bai muttered to himself, his voice sounding unusually hollow in the deathly silence, without even an echo.

He looked around warily, but couldn't catch a glimpse of anything.

However, the next second, his pupils suddenly contracted!

A figure suddenly appeared in the darkness not far ahead, without any warning.

A back view he knew all too well—every line, every posture, was exactly the same as the self he saw in the mirror every day!

An indescribable chill instantly shot up my spine to the top of my head.

Mo Bai's heart pounded uncontrollably.

He stared intently at the figure's back, his throat feeling dry, and he subconsciously swallowed.

The closer I got, the stronger the uneasy premonition in my heart became, almost to the point of solidification.

as predicted.

Before he could even reach the figure, the figure seemed to have sensed his arrival and slowly, with a calmness that took his breath away, turned around.

A face exactly like his came into view.

But what chilled Mo Bai the most were those eyes—pupils that shone like molten gold!

They gazed at him calmly, but beneath that calm lay an extreme danger capable of freezing the soul.

It's him……

The other quadrant of himself is also the existence he least wants to see and tries his best to avoid deep down.

"As expected... it was you..." Mo Bai's voice was dry, almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

A fateful encounter, ultimately inescapable.

In fact, after going through so much, they should have already merged into one entity, sharing all their memories and emotions.

However, due to Mo Bai's own subconscious resistance, he has never been able to truly and fully receive that vast and heavy part of his memories from his other self...

because of him……

"Are you still afraid?" another "Mo Bai" asked.

His voice was exactly the same as Mo Bai's, but it had an added calmness after experiencing endless vicissitudes, and a coldness that understood everything.

Hearing this direct and penetrating question from her other self, Mo Bai was struck dumb, frozen in place as if by lightning.

His pupils constricted rapidly involuntarily due to shock and a sense of panic that had been confirmed.

He blurted out almost out loud, demanding in a sharp voice, trying to mask his inner panic: "Where is this place?"

Upon hearing his question, the boy with golden eyes merely smiled slightly, forming a detached, almost compassionate arc, and replied, his voice echoing clearly in the void: "Deep within your memories." He paused, as if stating a fact unrelated to himself, "I have been in this darkness for an unknown amount of time..."

Upon hearing his words, Mo Bai clenched her teeth, closed her eyes unwillingly, concentrated all her willpower, and frantically tried to break free from this darkness and awaken her true self.

“It’s no use, you won’t wake up.” His other voice rang out again, calmly interrupting his efforts, like a pronouncement, “Right now, Da Gang is doing everything he can to control your mind.” He revealed the cruel reality, “You won’t wake up for now.”

Upon hearing this explanation, Mo Bai slowly opened her eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, he was shocked to find that the other person had silently walked up to him, and the two were now very close!

His golden pupils reflected his current panic so clearly.

Mo Bai subconsciously took a step back, trying to create some distance.

This subtle, almost instinctive movement of retreat was immediately and accurately captured by the other party.

The boy with golden eyes stared at him and asked, his tone devoid of emotion: "Are you afraid of me?"

After saying that, he took a step forward.

Mo Bai's heart tightened, and she involuntarily took another step back.

The other person immediately followed up with another step, pressing closer and closer, continuing to speak. Their words were like a cold scalpel, peeling away layer by layer the heart he was trying to hide: "Is it because you're afraid that receiving my memories will make you feel even more guilty? Afraid that you'll never be able to escape from that boundless guilt?"

"Stop talking..." Mo Bai's voice trembled slightly as she continued to back away, trying to escape the suffocating confrontation and analysis.

The other person continued forward, their steps steady, their words flowing without pause, each syllable striking Mo Bai's heart like a hammer blow: "So that's why you're so afraid of me, leaving me in this dark and hopeless place."

"Stop talking..." Mo Bai's breathing became rapid, and her retreating steps became faster and faster, almost as if she were fleeing.

The other person's footsteps quickened, following him like a shadow, their deep voice relentlessly penetrating his ears and reaching the depths of his soul: "It's only because your heart is afraid, terrified, that you've actively hidden this memory, sealed it off..."

Finally, those words fell like a final judgment.

"Just because you're a coward!"

"I told you to stop talking!!!" Mo Bai suddenly stopped in his tracks, almost exhausting all his strength, and let out a hoarse, collapsing roar!

The roar echoed and amplified in this empty and eerie space of consciousness, as if countless versions of him were shouting at the same time.

Startled by Mo Bai's sudden and intense reaction, the golden-eyed youth actually stopped in his tracks.

He stopped approaching, and instead silently and intently gazed at Mo Bai's chest, which was heaving violently with excitement, and at her eyes, which were filled with pain, anger, and struggle.

The boy's tone remained eerily calm, even carrying a hint of knowing sigh.

"Aren't you...just like me?"

The moment he finished speaking, Mo Bai was suddenly stunned!

He suddenly felt a strange warmth coming from his left eye, as if something was being ignited there.

At that moment, through the other person's mirror-like golden pupils, Mo Bai was horrified to see that her left eye had unknowingly transformed into the same pupil, flowing with a molten gold-like luster.

Even he himself was completely unaware of this subtle change!

Seeing that Mo Bai had finally noticed the change in himself, the boy slowly raised his hand, extended an index finger, and gently tapped Mo Bai's forehead.

The movements were light, yet they carried an irresistible, almost inherited quality.

“Alright…” the young man said softly, a complex and unfathomable light flickering in his golden eyes, “Let me help you one more time…”

Before Mo Bai could react, a massive and unfamiliar stream of information, mixed with a strong emotional impact, surged into Mo Bai's mind like a flood bursting its banks, flowing down the finger!

Mo Bai felt as if her head was about to explode. A violent, dizzying sensation swept over her, her eyelids became incredibly heavy, and her consciousness was once again dragged into a chaotic vortex...

.........

I don't know how much time has passed; it may have been a moment, or it may have been ten thousand years.

In the boundless chaos and darkness, a faint yet unusually persistent voice, like a faint starlight piercing through layers of thick fog, laboriously reached Mo Bai's senses.

"Mo Bai...Mo Bai..."

The voice was choked with sobs, a heartbreaking lament, as it stubbornly called his name again and again.

"Wake up..."

"Please... wake up..."

The voice was intermittent, filled with despair and a faint, unyielding hope.

Gradually, the familiar shouts from the class became clearer and clearer in his ears. Although still faint, they were like a rope, pulling his consciousness back to reality little by little from the bottomless abyss of darkness.

His fingers twitched slightly, an extremely subtle movement that signaled the return of his consciousness.

However, perhaps because Xiao Ban was still completely immersed in immense grief and fear, her vision was blurred by tears, and she did not immediately notice the subtle signs of life in the person in her arms.

Mo Bai felt warm liquid dripping onto her cheeks.

Still half-conscious, he mumbled to himself, "Is the cave... leaking...?"

With this somewhat absurd thought in mind, he struggled against his heavy eyelids and finally, slowly and laboriously, opened his eyes.

The blurry vision gradually focused.

The first thing that catches the eye is the little boy's face, which is covered in tears and filled with helplessness and sadness.

He found himself resting his head on her soft, warm thighs, while she lowered her head, and crystal tears uncontrollably slid down her cheeks, landing precisely on his face.

"Waaaaah..." The suppressed sobs echoed softly in the air.

Seeing Xiao Ban crying so sadly, as if the whole world had collapsed, Mo Bai couldn't help but feel a strong pang of heartache.

He tried to move his dry lips and spoke in a slightly hoarse but as gentle a voice as possible.

"Okay, okay, don't cry..." he tried to comfort her.

"I'm not dead yet..."

Hearing this sudden, familiar voice, Xiao Ban abruptly opened her red and swollen eyes and looked incredulously at the person in her arms.

When she actually saw that Mo Bai had opened his eyes and was looking at her with a helpless yet tender expression, she almost thought that the extreme sadness had given rise to a hallucination.

She instinctively wiped her blurry, tear-filled eyes with the back of her hand, her voice still thick with a nasal tone, as she cautiously asked, "I can't be... hallucinating from crying, can I...?"

Seeing her silly and pitiful appearance, Mo Bai couldn't help but sigh softly and continued to reply in a hoarse voice: "If you keep crying... you'll really start hallucinating."

It was confirmed that this was not a hallucination; Mo Bai had really woken up!

Overwhelming joy and pent-up fear and worry instantly intertwined, turning into an even more torrent of tears that welled up in her eyes.

The little boy wanted to cry and laugh at the same time, and his facial expressions were completely out of control. Tears welled up in his eyes and rolled down like beads from a broken string.

She sobbed, her voice trembling with lingering fear and grievance, "I thought you weren't going to wake up...?" She even gestured with her hands, her voice shaking, "I checked and you weren't breathing...!"

"Waaaaah—" she cried even harder than before, as if she wanted to vent all her fear and grievances.