Loewen remained silent, his eyes distant and aloof as he looked at Felix. Felix, seemingly heartbroken, gazed at him with innocent eyes.

"Have you really forgotten all of it?" His voice was heavy with sorrow, a slight tremor of accusation creeping into his tone.

Loewen sighed. He admitted, he was caught off guard.

Before Loewen crossed into this world, he had a pair of mischievous twin siblings. Every time they looked at him like that, with tear-filled eyes, it was a sign that mischief was about to follow. Over time, Loewen had developed a reflex—a condition to stop anything from happening when younger ones started crying.

"I... uh... maybe I still remember a little bit," Loewen said, hoping to appease him.

Felix's face lit up with surprise, his eyes sparkling with joy.

Loewen flashed a smile, but it appeared to be a little forced.

After breakfast, Loewen found himself followed by a persistent shadow that seemed impossible to shake off.

The first class of the morning was Introduction to Magic, taught by Mrs. Marinov, a kind and plump woman who eagerly introduced the basic structure of the magic world, along with the many rules and regulations of the academy.

The students in the classroom were scattered and slouched. Most of them looked tired, with blank expressions on their faces.

Before the lesson began, Loewen entered the classroom full of energy. He quickly found a seat in the back corner, hoping to avoid drawing attention to himself. As soon as he sat down, Felix, who had followed him every step of the way, took a seat right beside him.

A few nearby students whispered and exchanged glances, and a few chuckles, too soft to be considered a true laugh, followed.

Loewen remained unmoved, his mind already immersed in learning.

The class ended quickly. Loewen organized a full page of notes, sketching a tree diagram to illustrate the structure of the magical world.

Felix leaned over to take a look.

Loewen was so focused during class that Felix didn't want to disturb him. He waited until after the lesson to curiously ask, "Miss Flenqi, what is this you've drawn?"

"Oriental metaphysics," Loewen casually made up an answer, quickly packed up his things and was ready to head to his next class.

Felix immediately stood up and continued to play his role as Loewen's shadow.

The second class was Magic and Life, taught by Professor Prins. The three freshman classes were merged into a large lecture hall.

With less than three minutes before the lecture started, the hall was mostly empty, with only a few students scattered around. Most looked tired and out of sorts.

Professor Prins pulled out his book and started the lecture.

Loewen, who was so used to sitting at the back to keep a low profile, immediately sensed something odd. Unable to hold back, he whispered to Felix, who was seated next to him, "Why does everyone look so down? Isn't today a lovely Monday?"

"You don't know?" Felix perked up immediately. He leaned close to Loewen's ear and whispered, "Last night, the Student Union set a rule for the freshmen, teaching them not to 'wander around the campus at night.' Some seniors played pranks on all the freshmen who attended the welcome party. That's why everyone is so drained today."

Loewen's ear itched, and he subtly shifted away from him. He was deep in thought for a while.

"Miss Flenqi, didn't you go?" Felix asked.

Loewen shook his head, then suddenly asked, "Did you go?"

Felix blinked, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "I did, but I spent the whole time hiding in the bushes and wasn't discovered."

Seeing his expression, as if he were quite proud of it, Loewen couldn't help but smile slightly.

Felix, thinking Loewen was interested, eagerly continued to describe the night's events, "Those seniors used lights and spirit beasts to scare the freshmen so badly that they wet themselves. Some were picked up by spirit beasts and dragged on the ground like rags, others were hung upside down on tree branches."

"The whole thing got completely out of control. The seniors started fighting each other and casting spells everywhere. Some of the freshmen couldn't handle it and passed out right there. The dorm staff had to carry them back to their rooms one by one."

Loewen understood: No wonder when he was reviewing the last chapter of his textbook last night, he heard fireworks outside and thought it was too noisy, so he stuffed cotton in his ears.

It seemed the welcome party wasn't such a good thing after all, and Gian really was a troublemaker.

The day's classes ended.

That night, back in his dorm, Loewen crawled under his bed and pulled out the waist binder he had discarded earlier. He frowned at it, clearly troubled.

Earlier in class, Loewen had instinctively crossed his legs and, out of habit, started shaking them. He even twirled his pen and, without thinking, made a gesture as if shooting a basketball during a break.

When he realized, he noticed several classmates staring at him in confusion. Even Felix was giving him a strange look, scanning him from head to toe.

Recalling Gian's warnings, Loewen broke out in a cold sweat.

Back in the dorm, he began to reflect on his actions and stared at the waist binder.

Maybe it was because he suddenly took it off that he became so careless and forgot that he was a "girl"?

Loewen pressed his lips together in a thin line.

But the truth was, he really didn't want to wear these feudal leftovers.

The next day, Loewen woke up early.

To constantly remind himself not to slip up, he seriously tried to do what the maids had done before, carefully grooming his eyebrows. Then, he randomly smeared some lipstick on his lips. Before leaving, he pulled two clumps of cotton out from under his mattress and stuffed them against his flat chest, patting them a few times to make sure they stayed in place. Only then did he feel like a real girl.

"Good morning, Miss Flenqi."

Loewen had just sat down at the cafeteria when his little shadow, as if he had picked up a signal, immediately came to report in.

Felix sat down beside him, staring at his face for a long while. Then, he suddenly spoke up with a comment, "You look a bit different today."

"Different how?" Loewen shifted uncomfortably, worried that the cotton might have made his fake breasts look too much bigger than the flat board he had yesterday.

"You look even lovelier than yesterday," Felix said, with genuineness in his eyes.

"Lovelier, my ass!" Loewen thought. "I've clearly just become more girly!"

God help me! I'm a real man!!! Why should I endure all this???

Loewen swallowed his frustration. He stabbed a piece of crispy potato with his fork and pushed it into his mouth.

Noticing Loewen's obvious annoyance, Felix began to panic, unsure of what he had said wrong.

"Sorry..." he quickly apologized.

"Just eat," Loewen snapped coldly, not wanting to talk to him anymore.

Felix silently ate his breakfast, but his eyes were still covertly studying Loewen. He seemed lost in thought, and his gaze grew darker.

Both of them were keeping their own thoughts, and neither continued the conversation.

At the same time, not far away, behind a few rows of tables, several guys had been sneaking glances at the two.

After exchanging a few words, they suddenly swaggered over to the corner where Loewen and Felix were sitting.