Xue Xunzhi's alternate personality's fingers still caressed Zi Xi's cheek, slowly sliding towards her chin. Zi Xi closed her eyes, her long eyelashes casting small shadows on her face.
Just as Xue Xunzhi's alternate personality was about to kiss him, Xue Xunzhi felt a sudden dizziness.
Xue Xunzhi sprang up from the bed, his knees slamming heavily onto the floor.
He trembled like a withered leaf in a storm, his pajamas, soaked with cold sweat, clung stickily to his back, and his heart pounded wildly in his chest as if it would burst through his ribs.
He touched his forehead, his fingertips damp with warm liquid; he had bumped into the bedside and was bleeding.
Images from the dream flashed through her mind: the person's hand stroking Zi Xi's cheek, Zi Xi's closed eyes awaiting a kiss...
What's most terrifying is that the intimacy felt so natural.
Xue Xunzhi opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
He stumbled and rushed toward the bathroom.
Cold water splashed on my face, and the bloodstains spread into a light pink color in the sink.
My reflection in the mirror showed bloodshot eyes, as if I had just been tortured.
This was no ordinary nightmare; it was the embodiment of his deepest fears.
He was afraid, afraid that person would use his body to get close to Zi Xi, and even more afraid that Zi Xi would like that version of him.
That Xue Xunzhi was completely different from him; he was flamboyant, confident, and knew how to use sweet words.
Xue Xunzhi clenched his fist and slammed it towards the mirror, stopping abruptly at the last centimeter.
If he continues to fight, he will only end up breaking himself.
He slowly slid down to sit on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold tiles.
"This is my body..."
“My face, my name… she should like me.”
He whispered to the empty bathroom, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
*
Xue Xunzhi stood at the corner of the teaching building, checking the screenshot of the class schedule on his phone for the third time.
Zixi's class is in classroom 305, Wednesday morning at 10:00.
After confirming that everything was correct, he took a deep breath and put his phone back in his pocket.
Arriving at the classroom half an hour early is the best strategy, ensuring you sit next to her without seeming too deliberate.
"Excuse me, please show your student ID."
The student on duty at the classroom door stopped him.
Xue Xunzhi then realized that this was not his major course.
He hurriedly pulled out his student ID, his fingers trembling slightly.
"A computer science major, or an upperclassman, attending a humanities course?"
The student on duty gave him a strange look.
"Teacher, the sea of knowledge is boundless, and I am here to learn across disciplines."
Xue Xunzhi pushed up his glasses, his voice eight octaves higher than usual.
Upon entering the classroom, he immediately chose a seat in the third-to-last row by the window.
This is the area where Zhou Zixi, a junior student, often sits.
When Xue Xunzhi put down his schoolbag, he found that his palms were covered in sweat.
He wiped his hands on his jeans, took out his notebook and books from his bag, which he had prepared specifically for this class.
The pages were so new they were almost blinding, so he quickly flipped through them haphazardly to make them look older.
The students entered the classroom one after another.
Every time he heard the door open, Xue Xunzhi would straighten his back and glance at the entrance out of the corner of his eye.
When that familiar figure finally appeared, his black pen slipped from his fingers and rolled halfway across the table.
Zi Xi hurriedly walked in carrying a thick stack of books, her hair still covered with willow catkins drifting outside.
She habitually walked towards her usual seat, but stopped abruptly when she saw Xue Xun, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Senior?"
What are you doing here??
Her voice was filled with genuine surprise; she truly hadn't expected to see the male lead in the classroom.
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