Early in the morning, An Xiaoyi tidied his clothes and looked in the full-length mirror.
Fairly satisfied, he picked up his water cup.
His outfit was quite nice: a high-collared shirt with a small bow tie, and a long scarf wrapped around her neck.
He looked less like a professor and more like a learned scholar, only missing a pair of glasses.
Composure is the nature of pure-blood vampires.
Vampires are born with a talent for learning grace and steadiness.
This is also why vampires easily blend into human high society.
An Xiaoyi pushed back his sleeve.
His watch showed… no watch.
His phone showed 8:37 AM.
There were two days until formal teaching began.
During his week at St. Antiona School, he had explored almost every corner, gotten to know many professor colleagues, and prepared thoroughly.
Today was the day of the second-year students’ entrance exam, assessing their accumulated knowledge from the previous year.
It was also the beginning of An Xiaoyi’s job as a professor, as he would serve as a temporary invigilator.
In Principal Farrow’s words, it was a good opportunity to get closer to the students.
An Xiaoyi strongly agreed with this decision.
Compared to teaching, invigilating was much less difficult.
If he could leave a very serious impression during the exam, it would be much easier to deal with students later.
“You’re finally here,” Principal Farrow waved.
An Xiaoyi put on a poker face and strode into the library, which was being used for the exam, deliberately ignoring the students’ greetings.
Unexpectedly, he bumped into a woman at the door.
Principal Farrow had been waiting early, holding a breakfast bag.
An Xiaoyi hadn’t expected the principal to personally come to the exam hall.
“Are you invigilating yourself?”
“I’m bringing you breakfast. You were so nervous you didn’t even eat.”
Farrow patted his shoulder and smoothly tucked the bag into his arms.
“How was your week?”
“It was alright, if you hadn’t checked on me three times every day,” An Xiaoyi complained sullenly.
During his first seven days at St. Antiona, he would wake up in the morning and always see the principal sitting in the dormitory living room drinking tea, then at noon, and again in the evening.
One might think she was visiting her illegitimate child.
To be honest, they didn’t have much to talk about.
Farrow wasn’t beating around the bush asking about An Xiaoyi’s family situation.
Instead, she would either remind him that his clothes weren’t properly worn, or that he hadn’t covered himself with a blanket while sleeping, or that there would be good food for lunch later, or that a certain company outside school was organizing a dinner party and invited her, and she just happened to need a female companion, asking if he wanted to transform into An Xiaoxue to accompany her.
It was even more annoying than being nagged by his grandparents at home.
“What’s wrong with me kindly checking on my friend’s son?” Farrow shrugged.
“If I had a son, he’d be about your age.”
“What you said always makes me feel like you’re implying I’m your illegitimate child. You’re too overly enthusiastic towards me.”
“This is how human society values personal connections. You’re a vampire, so you don’t understand.”
“Really?”
An Xiaoyi was suspicious.
“We highly value personal connections. Think about it, your parents and grandparents are all top-tier vampires. If I treat you so well and they know about it, wouldn’t I gain a lot of benefits?”
An Xiaoyi suddenly understood.
“I see!”
He felt ashamed for not understanding humans well enough and was slightly excited that Principal Farrow was imparting such important knowledge to him.
“You still have so much to learn!” Principal Farrow sighed, looking up at the sky, like an old man who had just finished teaching his apprentice.
“I’ve learned a lot,” An Xiaoyi pulled out a notebook from his clothes and quickly jotted it down.
Farrow glanced at it, her mouth twitching slightly.
“You really believe it that easily?”
“Judging from this week’s performance, Principal, you can tentatively be considered my only friend.”
“Is that so? Is that so? So, I’m trustworthy!” Farrow proudly patted her flat chest.
An Xiaoyi put away his notebook, his tone turning sullen again.
“If you didn’t check my female identity every other day, I might have actually believed what you just said.”
“I knew it, how could someone as shrewd as you be easily deceived, after all, you’re their son.”
Professor Farrow sighed helplessly.
“You almost became one of those naive people who could easily be tricked into bed by an older sister’s sweet talk.”
The students were all present.
The main invigilating professor stepped out from the side, glanced at An Xiaoyi, and then looked at Farrow.
“Principal, everyone is here. The exam can begin.”
“You go in first and announce the exam rules. After all, it’s just an opening simulated exam. Professor An and I still have something to discuss.”
The main invigilating professor stepped into the library and slammed the test papers onto the table.
The authority of that moment immediately swept through the room, and the previously noisy library instantly became deathly quiet.
An Xiaoyi carefully observed the main invigilating teacher, learning the aura professors used to intimidate students.
“Don’t get distracted, listen to me.” Principal Farrow suddenly lowered her voice.
An Xiaoyi realized she definitely wasn’t just here to nag a bit.
“Are you hiding something from me?”
“You found out? I… I owe a lot of money. The online shopping in Honghu City is too cheap, I’m sorry.”
An Xiaoyi admitted, bowing his head.
The day he received his salary card, he started spending lavishly all night.
The professors’ salary card at St. Antiona University was a black credit card, allowing professors to get cash advances.
The monthly limit was 300,000 yuan, and so far, he had spent nearly 8,000 yuan.
“What did you spend money on?”
Farrow’s eyes widened, then she shook her head.
“That’s not what I’m talking about!”
“I don’t have sexual repression or those kinds of desires. At most, I’d buy a body pillow to hide by the bed.”
“I’m just afraid you’ll become someone else’s body pillow.”
“What do you mean?” An Xiaoyi was stunned.
“Your sleep situation is visibly bad. If vampires could have dark circles, then you haven’t had a good night’s sleep for at least a week.”
Principal Farrow leaned closer, looking directly into his instinctively guilty eyes.
An Xiaoyi remained silent.
It was that vampire woman.
This had been a puzzle troubling him for a long time.
Since the first day, he had been sleepless, worried that the ghost-like woman would appear again.
These nights, An Xiaoyi had to remain half-asleep and half-alert, preventing himself from sleeping too deeply and automatically releasing his power, transforming into a vampire.
His mind was quite sharp, and he easily realized that the woman was specifically after An Xiaoxue.
After that kiss on the first night, An Xiaoxue’s heart stirred slightly.
Perhaps it was because she had never been kissed by anyone other than family, but more so, she felt a strange sensation from the woman.
A familiarity hidden deep within her memories.
“This must be the reason,” he told himself.
He came to St. Antiona because of his parents, firmly believing that his parents had entrusted him with some purpose.
An Xiaoyi was just that kind of person; he didn’t believe in anything “inexplicable” in this world.
That’s why he chose not to tell Principal Farrow.
He wanted to find out the truth himself.
Half a minute later, he said softly.
“I had a very strange nightmare, dreaming of someone like an older sister.”
Farrow frowned, tilting her head in confusion.
“Is that considered a nightmare?”
“I don’t have an older sister at all. Isn’t a sudden appearance of a brother or sister a nightmare?”
An Xiaoyi acted as if he was still shaken.
“What if they come to snatch the family property?”
“If you really had an older sister, I mean a childhood friend with a very deep relationship, what would you think?” Farrow hesitated for a while, then suddenly asked a very strange question.
“I’d go all out to please them!” An Xiaoyi tried to speak in Principal Farrow’s eccentric way of thinking.
“Actually, I am your older sister!” Farrow feigned sadness and opened her arms for a hug.
An Xiaoyi gritted his teeth and pushed her away, striding into the library.
Was she really his parents’ friend? Or was she a crazy person that extreme couple had taken in after opening a mental hospital? An Xiaoyi clutched his forehead, regretting that he had even tried to learn the thought process of a madwoman.