306 - I Don’t Want to Be Turned Into the Female Protagonist by the System

Title: I Refuse to Be Transformed into the Heroine by the System - Chapter 306: The Tragic Beauty, Heaven Jealous of Talents Su Qi sat next to Xiao Xiao. It was only when she got closer that she realized how petite Xiao Xiao truly was. Her frame was certainly delicate, her skin unusually pale but nonetheless soft, and her hair appearing silky soft. Sitting there, Xiao Xiao with her hair draped down like Su Qi's, had bangs that were too long, covering her dark eyes. Noticing Su Qi's gaze, Xiao Xiao glanced at the teacher, Mr. Su, who was seated at the front desk and slowly lifted the backpack in her arms with her small, pale hands to hide half of her face, leaving only her eyes visible. In a soft voice, she said, "Mr. Su, please don't stare at me..." It was only then that Su Qi snapped out of it and quickly averted her gaze. She opened the massive stock trading guide and continued reading from where she left off. However, Su Qi could sense that Xiao Xiao's eyes would occasionally drift toward the stock trading guide. Su Qi found Xiao Xiao's cautious behavior adorably endearing and, wanting to bridge the gap between them, asked, "Do you want to take a look?" Startled by Su Qi's sudden question, Xiao Xiao's face flushed a bright red, but she shook her head without attracting the physics teacher's attention in front of the platform. Watching Xiao Xiao's timid actions, Su Qi felt she resembled those shy little sisters one might see in anime. It seemed her social anxiety was more pronounced than Su Qi's own had been in the past. At that moment, Su Qi heard the system speak, "Host, this newly matured female individual has very high stats, quite impressive." Huh??? Matured? Astonished, Su Qi asked the system again, are you talking about Xiao Xiao? "Yes, the one sitting next to the host. And her intelligence is really high. It's just that..." The system cut off without elaborating, instead sending over a simplified profile of Xiao Xiao: Name: Xiao Xiao Appearance: 6.7 Intelligence: 7.1 (Genius) Strength: 2 (The host can easily subdue her) Stamina: 3 (Respiratory disorder syndrome) Summary: Heaven is jealous of talents + Tragic beauty Reading Xiao Xiao's stats left Su Qi unsettled. Her intelligence was slightly higher than her own, and could Xiao Xiao's attractiveness really be so high, obscured by her hair? Upon seeing the stamina value of 3 and the summary, Su Qi felt an unexpected pang of sympathy. Finally understanding why Xiao Xiao's voice was always so soft, Su Qi realized that the girl's reserved nature was likely tied to her fragile health. Gazing at the timid Xiao Xiao who glanced at her, Su Qi felt a wave of empathy. Having never experienced any such illness herself, Su Qi could only relate through videos she'd seen of patients with respiratory conditions, struggling with even the simplest breaths, let alone physical exertion. Surely, Xiao Xiao's life mirrored this struggle. Whether out of sympathy, empathy, or a genuine pang of compassion, Su Qi found herself gently patting Xiao Xiao's soft head with her left hand before she realized it. Xiao Xiao was equally bewildered by Mr. Su's sudden gesture. Xiao Xiao had always held a high regard for Mr. Su, who was only two years older than her—and incredibly attractive. His tales of college life were endlessly fascinating to a frequently sick Xiao Xiao. Importantly, from the first day Mr. Su joined their class, he never dismissed her as invisible and always treated her kindly, even when she'd introduced herself in a whisper, claiming his hearing wasn't great—a heartwarming little fib. Xiao Xiao knew her body was weak and often spent time in hospitals. Because of her frailty, her peers kept their distance. She understood; who would want to share a desk with someone sickly? Yet Mr. Su had proactively become her desk mate, showing great understanding. Thinking of how nice Mr. Su was, Xiao Xiao was at a loss how to respond to the head pat. And Su Qi's hand was soft with a pleasant fragrance. Should she struggle? Though the sensation was comforting. And if she didn't struggle, would it make Su Qi find it odd? Caught in a dilemma, Xiao Xiao soon reverted to her classic ostrich maneuver, lowering her head. The comfort of the head pat gave her a sense of security. Su Qi, caressing her smooth hair, felt like she was petting a kitten. Xiao Xiao's head wasn't tense; instead, she was slowly drifting to sleep. Su Qi found this amusing yet endearing. The physics teacher witnessing this scene said nothing. In class 212, as long as the students didn't make a lot of noise, sleeping quietly was fine. Allowing students to nap was allowed. However, he internally noted that if another male teacher had done this, he might have had words to say. Yet seeing Mr. Su's youthful face, as young as a high school student, he remained silent. The students of class 212, observing Mr. Su gently coaxing Xiao Xiao to sleep, were not only envious but also grew fonder of him. Truly, Mr. Su was different from other teachers. Unaware of her peers' thoughts, after draping her school uniform over Xiao Xiao, Su Qi returned her focus to the stock trading guide. She refrained from joining the physics teacher in supervising evening study sessions. Because in class 212, night study was simply that: study. Flipping through the stock trading guide, the large book covered nearly half of the double desks. As students saw her immersed in such a massive book, all eyes were drawn to Su Qi. Initially, they thought it was just a display prop. Yet as she turned the pages, and they glimpsed the dense text, everyone was astounded. What kind of book was this? Could she really focus on something so daunting? As time passed, everyone noticed that Su Qi was genuinely studying the book—completely absorbed, oblivious to their glances, as though lost within its pages. It was a picture of absolute concentration. For some inexplicable reason, the students of class 212 suddenly felt a surge of motivation to study something themselves. An hour later, the physics teacher placed the novel he'd finished on the lectern and instinctively glanced at his wristwatch. Hmm? Over 30 minutes to spare, and why did I finish so quickly today? Then he looked at the students of class 212. Surprised, he noticed that not a single whisper was heard. In fact, two students appeared to be skimming through textbooks. What was happening? Yet one thing was clear: their impression of Mr. Su had improved. Indeed, he was unlike other teachers.