Xiao hated how a 2000+ year old Adeptus like himself had to bother with school. He hated social interaction. But Xianyun forced him.

So here he was, in a mortal school, keeping his identity a secret. In any other case, he would’ve cursed his 5’2 stature. But it helped him blend in.

His golden eyes scanned the campus nervously. Was he going to like the students? The classes? The teachers?

Would people like him?

Xiao shook his head. He shouldn’t worry about those things.