JFWCM Chapter 21
by VolareReversed White Star Orbit Resonance
When the morning light pierced through the holographic blackboard, the classroom suddenly fell into an eerie silence. Yi Shang’s hand, gripping the doorknob, was slightly sweaty, the metal surface reflecting her flushed face—this was the first time since becoming human that she had experienced “homesickness.”
Jiang Wan’yuan poked her waist from behind: “Senior, your heartbeat is so loud, the back row can hear it.”
This sentence was like a password that lifted a curse.
“Whoosh—”
Dozens of floating camera drones rose from under the desks, and holographic projections instantly flooded the entire space: [Welcome human version of Senior Yi!], [Cleaning Room War God!], [Seeking Love Strategy Data Pack!]
Yi Shang’s ear tips flushed with blood at a speed visible to the naked eye. She instinctively wanted to activate the defense protocol, but only grabbed air—this action caused the boys in the front row to snicker.
“Don’t you dare take pictures!” Jiang Wan’yuan suddenly threw out a neural enhancer, and pale pink data streams exploded like fireworks. The camera drones immediately began to dance a comical malfunction dance, projecting cartoon hearts running around the classroom.
Under the cover of the chaos, Yi Shang was pulled to her seat. Her leather seat retained the temperature regulation module from her mechanical body period, but now it felt as hot as a stove. Zhang Yao and her cronies in the rear suddenly sneered: “So the Star Whisperer can’t even adjust the room temperature now…”
Before the words were finished, Jiang Wan’yuan’s eraser accurately hit the speaker’s brow. The eraser suddenly unfolded a holographic screen in mid-air, cyclically playing a ghost livestock video of Zhang Yao’s mechanical body dancing the hula—spoils of the reverse invasion last night.
“Quiet!” The homeroom teacher’s holographic image shattered the podium, “Jiang Wan’yuan, turn off the neural enhancer’s public broadcast! Yi Shang…” He suddenly stalled, looking at the girl who was bending her head to play with a pencil—her pencil tip was automatically generating perfect blackboard writing.
“Teacher,” Yi Shang raised her head, a strand of broken hair falling over the corner of her eye, “do you need me to synchronize the blackboard data?”
This was the first time she used the Star Whisperer tone after becoming human. The camera drones in the classroom exploded into confetti at the same time, and someone had tampered with the program, floating Jiang Wan’yuan’s Q version of her head in the golden powder, making a victory gesture.
During lunch break, Yi Shang was blocked in front of the vending machine. The Star Whisperer candidates in the third grade formed a semicircle, and the leading boy shook his mechanical prosthetic: “Let us check the fallen Star Whisperer…”
“Get out of the way.” Yi Shang clenched the warm strawberry milk can, which Jiang Wan’yuan had stuffed to her during morning reading, “I don’t want to repeat it.”
“Ha? Do you think you are still…” The boy’s taunt stopped abruptly. His mechanical arm suddenly began to dance uncontrollably, and the neural interface popped up Jiang Wan’yuan’s ghost face emoticon: [Those who bully my wife will become comedians oh]
The wind on the rooftop blew Yi Shang’s bangs away. Jiang Wan’yuan was using a neural enhancer to graffiti in the clouds, with the huge title [Yi Shang-chan Human Observation Diary] floating in the air.
“Why help me?” Yi Shang rubbed the water droplets on the milk can, “You can easily hack into my…”
A soft touch suddenly sealed her lips. Jiang Wan’yuan’s tongue had the sweet taste of stolen strawberry daifuku, and this kiss was more lingering than the one in the cleaning room, carrying the breath of school uniform fabric warmed by the sun.
“Because after Senior turned back into a human—” Jiang Wan’yuan’s fingertip pointed to her violently undulating chest, “the secret here, only I can hear.”
When the school bell rang, the duty students found a mysterious code on the holographic blackboard. When someone curiously clicked on it, the entire classroom instantly turned into a starry sky projection, each star was the neural impulse pattern of Yi Shang and Jiang Wan’yuan, slowly rotating in a variation of the melody of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”
And in a forgotten corner, deep in Yi Shang’s old desk, lay quietly half a melted Little Bear biscuit—that was the first human gift that Jiang Wan’yuan secretly stuffed to the mechanical girl seven years ago.
The moment the smart door lock closed, the sensor light in the entrance simulated a moonlight effect. Jiang Wan’yuan’s back was against the temperature-controlled glass wall, the cool touch made her neural enhancer automatically pop up the body temperature adjustment interface—but Yi Shang used her teeth to grab the biological chip behind her ear, forcibly closing all auxiliary systems.
“S-Senior…” Her voice trembled, watching the other person’s eyelashes, stained with rainwater, trembling in the moonlight, “Your human physiology class… Mmm!”
Yi Shang’s kiss carried the coldness of the laboratory disinfectant, but when it touched her lips, it melted into the sweetness of strawberry soft candy. That always meticulous Star Whisperer unbuttoned three buttons, revealing fresh bite marks under her collarbone—a masterpiece of Jiang Wan’yuan’s sneak attack in the equipment room during lunch break. But now it has become a roadmap for capturing the city, Yi Shang using the tip of her nose to measure every inch along the outline of the tooth marks.
“Wait… My enhancer…” Jiang Wan’yuan struggled to press her temple acupoint, but her fingertips were captured and pressed against the glass wall, embedded between her legs. The suppression action that once required mechanical assistance was now completed by the explosive force of human muscles.
“The 137th time.” Yi Shang’s lips wandered to her carotid artery, her voice mixed with moist water vapor, “The number of times you hacked into my shower monitoring.”
A current ran through Jiang Wan’yuan’s spine. The constant temperature system she had modified suddenly malfunctioned, and ice fog condensed into a star map pattern on the glass wall behind her: “That was to collect human body surface heat reaction data…” The sophistry was crushed by the suddenly invaded tongue.
Yi Shang’s canines brushed against the enhancer interface on her lower lip, triggering a tingling micro-arc. In the entanglement, Jiang Wan’yuan’s pulse pattern was projected on the wall. The red light representing Yi Shang’s contact point was eating away at the blue light in the rational area at a super-frequency speed, like a supernova devouring a companion star. “Look…” Yi Shang bit open the third button on her shirt, and the metal button snapped on the smart floor, “Your dopamine secretion curve.” “More… More perfect than white star orbit resonance…”
Jiang Wan’yuan gasped for breath, the back of her head rubbing against the glass, creating a nebulized Orion constellation.
Yi Shang’s palm suddenly pressed against her heart, where the receiving end of the two-way neural linker was buried: “Now, it’s my turn to collect data.” The pressure of her fingertips awakened the dormant interface, and Jiang Wan’yuan’s retina was instantly flooded with massive data streams—all Yi Shang’s sensory records after becoming human: the lemon scent of her hair during morning running was broken down into 37 kinds of odor molecules; the burning pain level of the spicy sauce secretly fed during lunch;
And at this moment, the pheromones mixed with the sweat of the two were generating a new chemical formula…
“Too… Too advanced…” Jiang Wan’yuan’s enhancer overflowed with blue light, flickering like a broken neon light. Yi Shang pinched her chin, crushing all the restraint and rationality of the past twenty years between her teeth and lips.
The suspended sofa sensed the abnormal weight and automatically unfolded the restraint belt, but Yi Shang used the remaining Star Whisperer permissions to rewrite the program. The silver-white restraint belt wrapped around Jiang Wan’yuan’s ankles instead, dragging her down on the sofa piled with data boards.
“This is punishment.” Yi Shang tore open the already loose tie, exposing the throbbing blood vessels on her neck, “For you arbitrarily modifying my pain threshold.”
Jiang Wan’yuan’s defense was cut off by the force on her collarbone, and pain mixed with pleasure washed away all defensive programs. She watched Yi Shang’s human pupils shrink into cat-like vertical lines in the moonlight, and suddenly realized that the core of the unattainable flower was originally a predatory star.
The entire smart home system suddenly sounded an alarm, and the interstellar court’s purge code broke through the firewall. Yi Shang licked away the physiological tears from Jiang Wan’yuan’s eyes in the red light of the alarm, pressing the fingerprint verification on the star map imprinted on her waist.
“Let them see.”
“See how humans use the most primitive neural impulses—”
“To defeat all machinery!”
The moment the cleansing laser pierced through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Jiang Wan’yuan’s neural enhancer erupted with supernova-level light pollution. And the bloody tooth marks that Yi Shang bit on her shoulder were writing the bioelectric waves of the two into a brand new interstellar coordinate—
That was a cosmic forbidden zone encrypted by uncontrolled heartbeats, intertwined breaths, and sticky sweat, a eternal contract that only the neural impulses of two human girls could decipher.
When the morning light pierced through the holographic school badge, the face recognition device at the school gate suddenly froze. Yi Shang’s pupil data flashed red on the mechanical eye iris scanning interface—that was the conflict between her humanized biological characteristics and the remaining Star Whisperer code.
“Senior, don’t move.” Jiang Wan’yuan tapped the side of the recognition device three times, and the tampered neural impulse instantly broke through the firewall, “Now you are a human with the highest authority… uh, a human.”
The moment the suspended gate opened, the morning reading clamor receded like a tide. The neural enhancers on both sides of the corridor collectively turned around, and countless scanning beams wove a cage of light on Yi Shang’s body—
“Target: Humanized Star Whisperer, risk factor…”
“Risk your head!” Jiang Wan’yuan threw out a modified mechanical dragonfly, and the metal wings reflected the interference spectrum. The scanning beams suddenly twisted into a heart shape, projecting Yi Shang’s shadow into a posture that embraced Jiang Wan’yuan.
The electronic class card of Class 3A automatically switched to the wedding march mode. When Yi Shang stepped into the classroom, the holographic blackboard suddenly played the AI-repaired video of the cleaning room incident—the deep learning model trained by Zhang Yao’s cronies overnight was now rendering the blurred image into 4K high-definition.
“Delete.” Yi Shang’s fingertips brushed across the metal desk, and the remaining Star Whisperer permissions awakened the dormant cleaning robot. The mechanical arm sprayed not disinfectant, but the strawberry-flavored smoke bomb preset by Jiang Wan’yuan.
In the pink mist, Jiang Wan’yuan dragged Yi Shang into the storage cabinet. In the narrow space, Yi Shang’s human heartbeat resonated with the cabinet body, shaking Jiang Wan’yuan’s neural enhancer to pop up a spectrum diagram: “Senior, your ventricular fibrillation frequency…”
“Shut up.” Yi Shang bit the neural interface behind her ear, cutting off data transmission with the most primitive physical method. In the darkness, the temperature sensing module of the storage cabinet recorded abnormal data—two closely attached body temperature curves were simulating the gravitational waves of a binary star merger.
The rooftop during lunch break was full of invisible cameras. Jiang Wan’yuan deliberately fed the strawberry daifuku to Yi Shang’s mouth, and activated the neural link the moment the other person bit down. The floating screens of the entire academy suddenly broadcast live—Yi Shang’s appearance of being choked by the sugar powder was even more shocking than her speech at the Interstellar Council.
“Cough cough… You!”
“Everyone see clearly,” Jiang Wan’yuan made a heart gesture to the invisible camera, “the aloof Senior can also be defeated by sweets oh~”
The school newspaper printer in the storage cabinet suddenly spat out paper frantically, each printed with [Human Yi Shang Observation Log]. The latest entry recorded: 14:23 Tripped by Jiang Wan’yuan’s bow, failed to activate Star Whisperer balance system, landing posture score: Cutest SSS
When the school bell rang mixed with the Interstellar Court’s alarm, Jiang Wan’yuan found a childishly written note on Yi Shang’s desk: [Little Bear biscuit return gift: Starting tomorrow, I will teach you to feel the frequency of the human heartbeat]. On the back of the yellowed note paper, there was also a crookedly drawn star orbit—that was the first promise left by the mechanical girl with hydraulic oil seven years ago.
The cherry blossoms in the twilight suddenly bloomed out of season, and the holographic weather station popped up an abnormal prompt. And in an unnoticed corner, Yi Shang was using clumsy human fingers to weave Jiang Wan’yuan’s scattered hair into the trajectory of the stars.
At the moment when the Interstellar Court’s alarm resonated with the dismissal bell, Jiang Wan’yuan’s neural enhancer suddenly crashed. She staggered and held onto the windowsill, the last data stream remaining in her retina—that was the memory chip that Yi Shang hid deep in her desk, self-replicating at a speed that humans could not understand.
“Senior…” She turned her head to look for that figure, but saw Yi Shang surrounded by the mechanical modification students of the third grade. The leading boy shook the laser scalpel, and the blade reflected the unhealed strawberry print on Yi Shang’s neck.
“Get out of the way.” Yi Shang’s voice recovered the Star Whisperer’s coldness, but her right hand clenched the strawberry hair tie that Jiang Wan’yuan gave her. The moment the scalpel slashed down, the hair tie suddenly burst out with a high-frequency pulse—that was the defense program encrypted by Jiang Wan’yuan with neural impulses last night.
The boy’s mechanical eye exploded with electric sparks, and the neural enhancers of the onlookers collectively blacked out. Jiang Wan’yuan took the opportunity to drag Yi Shang into the anti-gravity elevator, pressing her against the mirror wall the moment the feeling of supergravity hit.
“You modified my hair tie?” Yi Shang’s panting was particularly clear in the confined space.
“It’s the power of love~” Jiang Wan’yuan’s fingertips touched the brand on her collarbone, where an abnormal red light was shining, “But Senior, it seems like there is an even bigger secret hidden here?”
The elevator suddenly stopped abruptly. The holographic advertising screen was replaced with the Interstellar Court’s wanted order, and Zhang Yao’s mechanical body smirked on the screen: “Fallen Star Whisperer, the sound of your heartbeat is really harsh…”
Yi Shang suddenly bit her fingertip, smearing the blood on Jiang Wan’yuan’s neural interface. The light source of the entire teaching building went out in response, but the fluorescent paint in the emergency passage lit up the star map—that was the secret route they left with glow-in-the-dark stickers when they were twelve years old.
“Hold on tight.” Cold sweat seeped from Yi Shang’s palm, and the temperature of her human skin was alarmingly hot. Their running in the dark was like an absurd cosmic dance, and the mechanical guards chasing behind them continued to trigger the pranks that Jiang Wan’yuan had preset:
The holographic blackboard of Class 3B played Zhang Yao’s shower data;
The cleaning robot in the laboratory sprayed pink bubbles;
Even the vending machine was throwing strawberry-flavored smoke bombs.
The wind on the rooftop was mixed with cherry blossoms, and Jiang Wan’yuan’s enhancer suddenly received Yi Shang’s neural frequency. She turned and crashed into the other person’s arms, hearing the human heart roaring in her ear: “Now, it’s time for me to fulfill the promise of the Little Bear biscuit.”
Yi Shang’s lips touched the star orbit brand on the back of her neck, where the terminal of the two-way neural linker was buried. When the Interstellar Court’s purge laser pierced the clouds, the electronic equipment of the entire campus suddenly resonated in reverse—
The holographic projector composed their heartbeats into the Milky Way;
The quantum computer in the laboratory played the wedding march;
Even Zhang Yao’s mechanical body was dancing the hula.
In the twilight, Jiang Wan’yuan found a new note on Yi Shang’s desk: [Human Heartbeat Course Lesson 1: Please close your eyes when kissing]. The yellowed paper was also stained with star-like mechanical lubricant—that was the mark that fell on her back of her hand during a rainy night seven years ago, when the mechanical girl was injured to protect her.
The cherry blossoms spiraled upwards against the monsoon, piecing together an eternal contract in the sky in the blind spot of the monitoring. And the holographic projection of the head teacher was jumping with anger, because the search hot words on the campus network had all become: [How to legally marry the Star Whisperer bride].