Zongman: Hong Kong's black ceiling but autistic, what should I do?

"Hello everyone, I'm Mori Xue. Please take care of me in the future. Of course, it's okay if you don't. I just said it casually. I don't really want you to take care of me."

"stare--"

There was silence in the classroom of Holy Night Academy. All the students, including the teacher on the podium, stared at Fukuzawa Sakura on the podium and the door frame in his hand without blinking.

"Is your name Sen Xue, or is the door frame called Sen Xue?"

Low EQ: Why are you holding a door frame in your hand?

High emotional intelligence: Is your name Senxue, or is the door frame called Senxue?

Fukuzawa Sakura had a sour face and looked down at the elementary school student who asked the question.

...

Well, he's just a cute little boy, I forgive him.

"My name is Mori Xue, and the door frame is called... Xiaomen."

Fukuzawa Sakura has always been casual in naming.

"Okay, hello, Senxue, hello, Xiaomen." This classmate seemed very casual too.

"..."

"Um... hehe, then please ask Mori and... Xiaomenba to sit in the second row... um... or the empty seats in the last row near the back door~"

Although the students are simple-minded, the head teacher is still very considerate, a very considerate simple-minded person.

"Oh."

"Bang-boom-crack ...

There was a noise and Fukuzawa Sakura and Xiaomenba were stuck between two tables.

The little guy is too fat...

Sakura Fukuzawa looked at the teacher at the podium for help.

"Um...why don't you let Mori-san and Komonba-san go to their seats from the back door."

"Bang-boom-crack ...

A noise came from near, then far and then near again.

Fukuzawa Sakura and Xiao Menba finally sat down.

Although the small door frame was just a door frame without a face or facial features, the head teacher, looking at the expressionless Fukuzawa Sakura at the podium, always felt that the door frame was also looking at him with the same expressionless face as Fukuzawa Sakura.

[Oh~ Kawa… No, it turns out that she is more scary! So… so scary! She has such a cute face, and her expressionless face is also cute, but she gives people a very dangerous feeling! Why are the transfer students nowadays so weird!]

The head teacher secretly complained about his panic while writing on the blackboard.

...

"clang--"

When the bell rang, the head teacher felt relieved and fled from the classroom.

The classmates in the class were very curious about the transfer students and their friends, and they all swarmed around Fukuzawa Sakura and discussed the topic at once.

"Is Mori-san a weirdo?"

"Is Xiaomenba your imaginary friend? How pitiful! Imaginary friends are fake~"

"Mori-san wanted to escape to our school because you couldn't stand your previous school?"

...

Are today's primary school students so mean?

It's understandable, after all, they are at the age where cats hate dogs...

Although Fukuzawa Sakura had collected a lot of information about Holy Night Academy before going to school, and knew that the students in this school were very curious and that every transfer student would be "warmly welcomed" by classmates on campus, when she heard the young voices asking questions that pierced her heart, Fukuzawa Sakura remained silent.

But opportunities always come with challenges——

If the transfer student performs well in this "torture-style" welcome ceremony, then he or she will gain considerable popularity and admiration in Holy Night Academy. This is how the previous transfer students of Holy Night Academy, Ya Hanyin, An Yingjieyu, Lina Linglishang, and Lei Meiyouai, became the current "Campus Princess" of Holy Night Academy.

Let’s ignore for the moment why this “campus princess” of the Holy Night Academy, who is said to be of mixed blood from thirty-nine countries, the heir to the Tachimoto chaebol, and whose sneeze makes the whole country tremble, has such a strange name.

Now, Fukuzawa Sakura was surrounded by devilish elementary school students disguised as angels, and her already bad mood due to pretending to be elementary school students became even worse.

Fukuzawa Sakura sat in her seat with her head down and a gloomy face.

"Why do you keep your head down? Is it because you are ugly?"

"Why don't you have a parting on your head? Is it because you are a doll, so the parting was sewn on with needle and thread?"

"Maybe you want to imitate Sadako, lower your head and cover your face with bangs, but Sadako has black hair, and the clothes and wig are wrong. You will be thrown into the toilet if you cosplay like this, and your private settings will also be banned~"

...

As people gathered and discussed, Fukuzawa Sakura's face continued to darken.

Finally, after a boy laughed and shouted, "Why is he called Xiaomenba? The name is weird, and your name is weird too!", Fukuzawa Sakura stood up suddenly and dragged Xiaomenba with her left hand, making a harsh friction sound of "Sizzle--"

"You...what are you going to do!"

Fukuzawa Sakura's gloomy expression and actions scared the boy a lot.

"Stab--stab--"

Fukuzawa Sakura dragged the small door bar and approached the boy step by step. The people around seemed to be frightened by Fukuzawa Sakura's momentum and kept backing away, leaving a space for Fukuzawa Sakura and the boy.

"Ah! You...don't come over here!"

The boy listened to the harsh dragging sound approaching step by step, and his legs softened and he sat down on the ground. However, when the boy felt the attention of the people around him, for the sake of his face among his classmates, he still said stubbornly:

"I...I'm not wrong! Your name is indeed weird! How can a person's name only have two characters? It sounds like a weirdo!"

"Bang——" The little boy's foot was inserted directly between the boy's legs.

"Ah!" Although the small door bar did not touch the boy, the boy's body was shaking continuously due to fear, and a stream of liquid flowed out from between his trembling legs.

“I’m… I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Your name is the most beautiful name I’ve ever heard! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Wuuuwaaaaa… Please let me go! I don’t want to die yet!”

The boy couldn't help but burst into tears and kept crying and apologizing.

The crying of the elementary school boy was like a devilish sound to Fukuzawa Sakura, not to mention the liquid on the ground that was about to touch the small door.

Fukuzawa Sakura rolled her eyes, picked up the small door bar with disgust, and quickly moved away from this unclean kid.

The boy, who was lying limp on the ground, saw that the dangerous little bar stuck between his legs had finally disappeared. He slowly stopped crying and wiped the tears from his face while sobbing. At this moment, the boy heard the disgusted voice of the transfer student who was as cute as a doll.

"You're so dirty—"