Chapter 1The Albino Girl and the Four Princes

I was a scholarship student. On my first day at the elite academy, the school bully kicked my desk.

"Take off those colored contacts and dye your hair back."

I closed my book and looked at him.

"Congenital albinism. My hair color is natural, and so is my eye color."

He silently retracted his leg.

Two days later, he was hugging a tree, sobbing: "I deserve to die!"

During military training, the instructor tried to force me to participate. He grabbed the instructor by the collar furiously.

"Don't you know albinism patients can't be exposed to the sun?"

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On the first day of school, a smart robot helped me pack.

"This time, you'll offend three people: the School Hunk, the School Bully, and the Academic God."

"They are incredibly handsome, come with their own BGM and screams, and are the ones you can spot instantly in a crowd."

The robot, Sion, was nagging like an old mother.

I lay on the bed, looking up at the silver ring on my middle finger, feeling a bit dazed.

"Sion, can my illness really be cured?"

I have congenital albinism, a lifelong condition with no cure. I had already given up hope.

But half a month ago, my fingertip suddenly stung, and a silver ring appeared on my middle finger.

A person suddenly appeared in my mind: handsome, sunny, white T-shirt, tall, his face full of vigor and vitality.

He bounced around in my mind, excitement written all over his face.

"Holy cow, transmutation is real?!"

"Who am I? Where am I? Why is there nothing here?"

He saw me curled up in a corner.

"A kid? Silver hair, light red pupils... Holy cow, Cub!!"

He rushed over with an excited face and hugged me, rubbing my head vigorously.

My spiritual body trembled.

He chattered endlessly. In half an hour, he said more than I had in my entire life.

The word he shouted most was "Cub."

My fingers curled. I was an orphan, my parents died early. I hadn't been a "cub" for a long time.

He said his name was Sion, sent by God to save me, to give me a perfect Happy Ending.

He touched my head and said he could help cure my albinism. The condition was to max out the affection points of three characters and safely survive the school period.

He made me sign up for a famous elite academy.

I applied just for fun, thinking I wouldn't get in, but three days later, I received the invitation letter.

I looked at the gold-stamped admission letter in surprise. The tuition was a million dollars. No scholarship.

I looked at him. The smart robot in front of me had hands on his hips, laughing wildly.

"Small case. Just a little micro-transaction of $1000. Half a month's living expenses."

He flashed a V sign at me: "For Cub, it's my duty."