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IN-GAME:

Gui:

Prince was Feng Lan? I almost couldn't believe it. No, scratch that, I really couldn't believe it. In that one moment of accidental eavesdropping my mind mad collapsed on itself and was pretty much incapable of any kind of coherent thought.

As I was walking back to the main hall the first thing I thought of when I was able to string together words again was that Second Life and every other MMORPG out there that I had known of didn't allow sex-changes. Of course, anyone who saw Prince would be left speechless, which might have been how Feng Lan had gotten away with it. The second thing I thought was: So that's why none of the boys in my class except Yang Ming looked like Prince. Yang Ming is Feng Lan's twin. And none of the boys would look like Prince if Prince was actually a girl in real life. The more I thought about the reality of Prince being a woman, the more relieved I was. Since I'd never actually been attracted to men, Prince being the one and only exception, it made the idea of me loving Prince a whole lot easier on me.

It was the next thought that made me stop in my tracks and unable to breathe. I had actually gone on a date with Prince. Well, with Feng Lan, but she was the true Prince. I started to wonder why she had wanted to go on the date with me in the first place, since Prince's favorite pastime was causing me pain. Had she hoped I would recognize her? Naturally, since I was only interested in Prince and Prince was male, I wouldn't go trying to compare the girls in my class to Prince. Had she been testing if I really loved Prince? She had asked if the person I loved was Prince and if I would regret the fact that he was male. With the extremely bard-like response I had given her, she had to understand that my feelings were true. I wondered, had she been disappointed that I hadn't recognized her or wasn't taking the same interest in her that I had in Prince?

REAL LIFE:

BZZ! BZZ! BZZ!

I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock buzzing at me. I slapped the snooze button lazily annoyed that I'd set the alarm earlier than normal, therefore having less time in Second Life. It was necessary, though, as I'd been putting off grading papers and needed the extra time before my class.

Having brushed my hair and teeth, I was looking over the papers while eating breakfast, sorely tempted to just give them all a B+ and forget about actually grading them when I reached Feng Lan's essay. Gently caressing the first page, I sighed. Would I actually like the real Prince?

Feng Lan:

Was it just me, or was I being called on more than usual? I would normally just listen and doodle, trying not to call attention to myself and joining in Jing's futile efforts to keep Yun quiet; but now I was being called on to read and answer questions more than anyone else in the class. It made me uncomfortable. As I spoke, Professor Min would just stare at me, like he wasn't actually calling on me to hear the answer. Perhaps I was just paranoid. If Gui hadn't figured out I was Prince by now, he was to dense to ever figure it out. Still, there was an uneasy feeling that had settled at the bottom of my stomach and refused to leave.

Okay, it wasn't just me. After the fourth day of this torture by way of Bishie Professor, the rest of the girls in the class had started to glare jealous daggers at me and that was proof enough for me that this wasn't all in my head. I had already made up with Zhuo-gege and apologized for shouting at him. Though he was overbearing, he meant well. And since then he had started to pick me up from class and walk home with Yang Ming and I.

"Ling Bin isn't coming today," Yang Ming called out to me as I packed my books away into my bag.

"Oh," I responded, slightly upset. Though I was still unsure if I could return Zhuo-gege's romantic feelings for me, I enjoyed his company and liked him as a friend.

"I'll be outside, Lan," Yang Ming said as he left, leaving me alone in the classroom. Not wanted to be the last person to leave and have to be in the same room along with Professor Min, I hurriedly shoved the rest of my stuff into my bag and started walking as quickly as I could to the door when I heard Professor Min's voice.

"Feng Lan, could I talk to you for a moment?" he asked me before I could escape. I broke out in a cold sweat as I turned around and smiled at him.

"Yes professor? Is this about my paper?" I asked, hoping it really was about school and had nothing to do with Prince.

"Actually, I found your paper very well-written; but no, this isn't school related." I felt my heart drop and I knew I should be fleeing for my life right then.

Gui:

I felt a little bad for Feng Lan. I was calling on her so much, mostly just so I could have an excuse to stare at her and find similarities between her and Prince. While they were so different, they did share a lot of features. They spoke the same way, they had the same eyes, and they both bit their lip when they were thinking. The more I looked at her, the more I saw that she truly was Prince. The more I saw she was Prince, the more I wanted to look at her. I had contemplated approaching her after class, but that idiot Zhuo Ling Bin was always waiting for her outside the classroom like a loyal puppy. Whenever she reached him he smiled like a fool and became way more animated than Wicked had ever been known to be.

"Ling Bin isn't coming today." I looked up from my desk to see Yang Ming calling out to Feng Lan as she packed away her things. She looked a little disappointed, but I was ecstatic. Feng Lan finished packing her things into her bag while I mustered up the nerve to talk to her. If I chickened out at the last moment I could say it was school related, right?

"Feng Lan," I started, "Could I talk to you for a moment?"

She looked extremely nervous as she asked me if it had something to do with her paper. I responded that it didn't.

"Actually, Feng Lan, I wanted to ask you out on a date." I flashed my brightest smile at her, hoping she wasn't as publically violent as she was in-game.

Feng Lan was very obviously startled. "But, I thought you said that you liked Prince."

"I do, but don't you think we hit it off well last time? Let's give it another go."

Feng Lan stuttered for a few seconds before nodding her head. I smiled again, trying not to laugh, and watched as she dashed out of the room as quickly as she could.