Unexpected Harvest

Wang Yi desperately searched his mind for the original owner's memories but found nothing. Without inherited memories and completely ignorant of this world, feigning amnesia seemed his best option. That jump had serendipitously given him the perfect excuse.

"Amnesia? Do you remember your name?"

"Wang Yi... I think?" He recalled the stern teacher shouting that name before his jump. Were shared names a default setting for transmigration, or some twisted joke by the god of crossovers?

Bai Yu pointed at the door plaque: "Can you read that?"

"Blue Spirit Magic High School Medical Ward, Room 1." Wang Yi read flawlessly—thankfully still Chinese.

"Who am I?"

"You're my homeroom teacher. You said so earlier."

"Good, not entirely brain-damaged." Bai Yu relaxed, biting into the apple she'd peeled earlier.

Wang Yi's eye twitched—that apple wasn't for him?

"For pure amnesia, high-level mind mages could help restore memories. Though their fees..."

Money? Out of the question! Even if possible, he couldn't risk exposure.

"Do I... have funds?"

"You're on our poverty assistance program."

"My family..."

"Martyr's orphan. That's your qualification."

"My inheritance..."

"Squandered. Including the state's bereavement pension." Bai Yu recited his file like an experienced teacher.

Wang Yi sighed. "Teacher, I'm starving. Can you lend me meal money?"

"The cafeteria's free for assistance students."

Finally, good news. Wang Yi gestured at his hospital gown: "Could you step out while I change?"

"New clothes are in the cabinet." At the door, Bai Yu paused when Wang Yi suddenly asked:

"Teacher... I must have exceptional magic talent, right?"

Cough! Bai Yu choked on her apple. After recovering, she mumbled: "You're... our school's pride!"

Cafeteria

Dressed in new clothes (including underwear—Bai Yu was thorough), Wang Yi found his phone and meal card. The smartphone resembled Earth models, fingerprint-unlocked.

His photo gallery revealed endless club scenes featuring himself—yellow-haired, surrounded by scantily clad women. "Disgraceful!" Wang Yi muttered while zooming in. Videos confirmed his playboy past—no wonder he'd blown his inheritance.

Deleting the evidence, he checked contacts: "Dad," "Mom," "Bai Yu," and strangers. A message pinged from "Class 3-1 Unruly Crew" group chat:

@(Gifted Little Blondie): "Elder E! Still breathing?"

Wang Yi deduced "Elder E" derived from "Yi." His username needed changing—he hated being a blond delinquent. The front camera confirmed his spiky golden hair—a budget Super Saiyan.

Group Chat

Mighty_Hao: "@GiftedLittleBlondie E-ge! Alive?"

Zombie_King: "Still owe me 3k! Death won't clear debts!"

Mighty_Hao: "I'll cover it! Unlike you tightwads!"

Zombie_King: "Fatso! Toilet after class!"

Study_Lover: "Stop! Wang Yi had an appendectomy and... eyelid surgery during teaching."

Mighty_Hao: "E-ge's incomplete now?!"

Zombie_King: "@GiftedLittleBlondie Jumping over duel with Wu Guan? Just forfeit!"

Realization

Wang Yi's eyebrows rose. A duel? Of course. In this magic world, his troubles were just beginning.

Fighting someone in a duel seemed utterly cringeworthy. But when Wang Yi remembered his current identity - a fifteen/sixteen-year-old delinquent with bleached hair - it suddenly felt perfectly reasonable.

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