Chapter 1
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Chapter 1: The Transfer Student With A Problematic Brain
“Mi Xiaoliu.”
“Mi Xiaoliu!”
Two consecutive calls and the sound of the desk being tapped woke the small, slender boy who had been sleeping on his desk.
The students in the class all looked over with a hint of schadenfreude.
Sleeping during class was a common occurrence, and getting caught was also a regular thing. But if no one had reminded the boy when the teacher walked up to the front, it could only mean one of two things: either his deskmate was a bad influence, or he simply wasn’t well-liked.
Of course, it could also be that his deskmate was someone who wasn’t well-liked either.
As a transfer student, Mi Xiaoliu naturally didn’t leave the best impression on his first day, especially when he managed to sleep through the class meeting.
Even though most of the students thought of the class meeting as at least not another boring lesson, it still wasn’t the best first impression.
“Are you feeling unwell?” The male school doctor in a white coat furrowed his brow.
Seeing the situation in front of him, the teacher at the podium silently set down his textbook and waited for the school doctor to handle the matter.
Such individuals, who were mostly seen only in the infirmary, rarely appeared in classrooms unless something was wrong.
The boy, his thick glasses almost too large for his face, silently stared at the male school doctor, not saying a word.
His gaze was devoid of emotion, yet his eyes seemed both hollow and clear, two contradictory words that seemed to fit him perfectly. When he looked over, the school doctor instinctively took a step back.
It wasn’t that his eyes gleamed with an intense aura, like a fierce monarch with a powerful presence, but during the entrance exam, this seemingly unremarkable boy had snatched the syringe out of the doctor’s hand, holding it a mere centimeter from his eye.
Before that moment, the boy had been completely silent, and his sudden action seemed purely impulsive, like a temporary outburst.
Who wouldn’t be scared of a lunatic?
“I just ran 1,000 meters in an hour, it’s such an unbelievable distance, and I’m so exhausted I don’t even have the strength to talk,” a blonde girl with glasses sitting by the window said sarcastically, defending the boy.
Her words weren’t kind, but at that moment, she was the only one speaking up for him.
The male doctor nodded.
It wasn’t because the boy had been made to run around the track, but every new student had to undergo a comprehensive medical exam, so the school could assess their physical fitness, psychological health, as well as their supernatural abilities’ strength and potential danger.
This transfer student was considered by the teachers in charge of his medical check-up to be the biggest problem child of the year.
He had barely managed to finish half a lap on the track before panting heavily, and for most other tests, he only went halfway. He also refused to cooperate with blood tests, urine samples, or chest measurements.
Had it not been for his appearance and clothing, which seemed unimpressive, one might have thought he was some pampered young master from a wealthy family.
If anyone else had been so uncooperative, they wouldn’t have been allowed to enroll and might have even been sent to a detention center. But this boy’s abilities were rated as having the lowest danger level, with no risk of loss of control, and they were even considered valuable for medical research. According to federal law, such individuals enjoyed certain privileges.
“Your physical exam results are out. After you go back, make sure to exercise more. A strong body will be good for your abilities. Also, here’s this.” He placed a stack of reports in front of Mi Xiaoliu and took out a red badge shaped like the letter “C.”
“If you refuse to cooperate with the medical exam, we can only classify you as a C-level risk. You’ll have to wear this badge in a visible location every time you go outside. If you don’t wear it or hide it, it will be considered illegal. At that point, I’m sure many people would be willing to report you for the reward, and I’d gladly do so myself.”
When the students saw the badge, they finally stopped looking on with schadenfreude.
“Hey, buddy, why don’t we just go back and retake the exam? It won’t delay anything,” someone suggested.
But Mi Xiaoliu, the boy referred to, ignored them. He silently reached out and took the red badge, which was about the size of a fist, his eyes behind his glasses only showing confusion.
“If you want to retake it, you can always go to the infirmary. Just tell them you’re looking for Teacher Wang Ziyan,” the male doctor said helplessly. “After all, the next exam will be mandatory. You’ll have to do it sooner or later.”
“Wang Ziyan?” Mi Xiaoliu repeated the name.
His voice sounded as though he hadn’t even gone through the voice-changing period, yet he was sitting at a high school desk.
“My last name is Ziyan,” the acne-faced teacher responded emotionlessly, then turned and left the classroom without a second glance.
“…”
Ignoring the whispers of his classmates around him, Mi Xiaoliu lowered his head in confusion and looked at the medical report in front of him.
Name: Mi Xiaoliu
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Place of Birth: Fallen City
Height: 156 cm
Weight: Blank
Vision: 800-degree myopia
Blood Type: Blank
Ability: Self-healing (Self-claimed, doubtful.)
Ability Strength: Blank
Mental State: Aggressive
Danger Level: C (Tentative due to non-cooperation.)
…
Over half of the information is blank.
“Bro, you’re only thirteen, no wonder you couldn’t finish the 1,000 meters. Did you skip grades?” The boy with yellow hair sitting next to Mi Xiaoliu leaned over and looked at his information without any manners.
It seemed rude, but after Mi Xiaoliu received the badge, he was the only one in the class brave enough to approach him.
“I called you when he came in, but you were sleeping too soundly to wake up.”
“…” Mi Xiaoliu remained silent.
“Hey, little bro, you’re too cold, you won’t make any friends like that.” The boy with yellow hair snapped his fingers, and a faint spark appeared in the air. “I’m Jim, my ability is fire-starting. What’s your name?”
“I don’t have a name,” the boy with glasses finally spoke, leaning back to avoid the small flame in Jim’s palm.
For a flame with the strength of a mere lighter, his reaction was a bit exaggerated.
“Master, he’s asking for your name,” a crisp childlike voice sounded in Mi Xiaoliu’s mind.
“Name?”
“The first three characters on the first line of the paper in front of you. I mean the three after the colon,” the child’s voice reminded.
“Mi Xiaoliu?” Mi Xiaoliu pulled out the paper and muttered his name in confusion.
“Nice name, but it’s too troublesome to call. I’ll just call you Old Liu from now on.” Jim decided with a grin.
He was lying; that name was ridiculously uncool.
“…”
“Old Liu, those glasses are impressive. I always thought those reflective glasses, where you can’t see the eyes, only existed in anime.”
“Old Liu, why aren’t you in middle school? You’re thirteen, that’s a bit outrageous for a transfer student.”
“Old Liu, what’s your ability?”
“Let’s exchange contact info.”
“Are you curious about the guy on your left who didn’t come? He’s the school prince, and a lot of girls want to sit next to him but don’t dare to ask. Now the seat’s taken by you.”
“…”
Until the bell rang, Mi Xiaoliu didn’t respond a single time. Even during the ten-minute break, he remained sitting quietly, staring down, lost in thought.
Jim, feeling embarrassed, gave up and lay on his desk to catch up on sleep.
The chubby teacher at the podium spoke to the students with a stern face. He seemed to be a new teacher, and this was his first class with the students. Following the usual routine for many specialized subject teachers, the first class was either about chatting to build rapport or saying something a bit harsh to establish authority.
This teacher seemed to be in the latter category, spending half the class telling cold jokes with a stern face, and some students awkwardly laughed along to lighten the mood.
No one dared to challenge him, and almost everyone quietly listened, except for Mi Xiaoliu, who didn’t even glance at the teacher. This unusual behavior caused the chubby teacher to frown subconsciously.
At 13 years old, many kids tend to act aloof, a condition commonly known as “chuunibyou” (Middle school syndrome). Since his arms weren’t wrapped in bandages or decorated with strange patterns, it seemed like the condition wasn’t too severe.
However, Mi Xiaoliu wasn’t just pretending to be aloof. His brain, which felt like it had just been connected to a Murphy network, couldn’t be stirred into any emotional reaction—even if the chubby teacher on the podium lifted his pants to reveal black stockings and threw flirtatious glances in his direction.
It wasn’t a transmigration, nor was it a rebirth. His mind was simply a blank slate, with no memories at all, not even of why he was here.
His physical examination report and personal information were right in front of him, but he didn’t know how to read them. He could only awkwardly follow the instructions from the voice in his head and clumsily pin the badge to his chest, during which he accidentally pricked his finger with the needle.
The wound healed almost instantly, and no blood even came out.
“I’ll introduce myself first. I’m the system sprite, Sasha. It’s clear that the master has lost his memory again. How pitiful.”
The voice in his head appeared again.
“This is where I come in. Please mentally say the word ‘system’—just say it in your mind.”
Mi Xiaoliu followed the instructions.
A low-level, page game-like interface appeared before him.
Most of the features were grayed out, and the only part that still had color was the central spinning wheel.
Sasha: “Let me explain. The rewards from the lottery have been modified by me, and 99% of them are fragments of the master’s memories. The amount spent on the lottery will be deducted from the master’s actual currency balance first, followed by a deduction from real-world currency. Currently, the master’s total balance is 3999.85…”
Ignoring the system, Mi Xiaoliu reached out and tapped the wheel.
His action inadvertently touched the braid of the girl sitting in front of him, causing her to glare at him in irritation.
The wheel displayed three options: Single Draw, Ten Draws, All Draws.
【System: Note: The first day’s lottery after memory loss is at half price (20 Mira). Common sense memories account for 90%.】
Mi Xiaoliu tapped on the Single Draw, not for any particular reason, but simply because it was the first option.
He accidentally poked the girl in front of him in the nose. She was so angry that she wanted to hit him, but she hesitated because of the C on Mi Xiaoliu’s chest, not daring to act.
【Memory Fragment 10086: The heart is an important organ in humans; if the heart stops beating, the person dies.】
It was just a piece of common knowledge, but it made him feel deeply fulfilled. It gave him a sense of comfort, much more than the emptiness he had felt before. It was like a new player in a game who had received their first sword—finally, the attack button was lit up.
“Master, I suggest you draw 2000 Mira first, the rest…”
After tasting the sweetness, Mi Xiaoliu decided to go for the All Draw.
Sasha: “???”
A dizzying, nauseating wave of confusion hit his brain, making him instinctively cover his head.
Classmates around him looked at him with the kind of gaze reserved for someone suffering from middle school syndrome.
【Memory Fragments Drawn…】
【Language and Text】
【The police emergency number is 110】
【Money can be used to buy things】
【Summer is hot, winter is cold】
【The wedding date of a couple coincidentally falls on the same day】
【People die when they are killed】
【Mutants (Ability users) have the risk of losing control】
…
【Current bank card balance: 19.85】
He felt his mind suddenly fill up, so full, so comfortable.
He had gained a lot of common knowledge, one of which was 【It’s very rude to ignore someone when they talk to you】, which described his actions earlier—he hadn’t responded to Jim’s words.
He hurriedly reached out and shook Jim awake, then nodded at him. “Hmm, got it.”
Jim: “???”
Was this transfer student a bit… off?
“Master! How can you live without money?!” After a long pause, Sasha finally shouted out.
Mi Xiaoliu opened his mouth.
It was only after he had spent all his money on memory extraction that he regained the common sense of “money is important.”
At this moment, the chubby teacher, who had been ignored for quite a while, coldly tapped the podium.
“I know I’m new to this class, and some students with good abilities might not be very satisfied. But here, I won’t mention the name of the student sitting in the fourth row, second seat from left to right…”
Then, in front of the teacher, Mi Xiaoliu took out an outdated flip phone and dialed 110.
“I’m calling the police.”
A massive sum of money was being moved around suspiciously.
“…Student, how about we both calm down for a moment?”
The chubby teacher’s tone had softened significantly.
Translator’s Note: Both Mi Xiaoliu and Yiwen are Female, but different Pronouns will be used based on what the Characters themselves and what other Characters think their gender is.