After changing into a proper new outfit, Luo Xiaoming could finally go out in comfort.
As for things like chest wraps, she totally didn’t need them.
After testing, Xiao Ming should be a B-cup—also known as “Barely there.” The shape was just starting to show, but it wasn’t that big, and gravity didn’t make it sag much at all. Even if she put on a binder, there wouldn’t be a very dramatic cleavage line.
To put it more clearly: with her own slender little hand, she could just fully cup it. But if it were an adult man’s hand, it would look a bit on the small side. At this size, unless she moved really hard, it was hard for anything to jiggle. If it weren’t for the tips getting rubbed raw and uncomfortable, Xiao Ming could’ve skipped the chest wrap entirely.
So there was no need to go through the hassle of finding bandages to bind herself. As long as she wore something a bit loose and casual, Xiao Ming could even walk with her chest up and head held high.
In a full set of men’s clothes like this, her graceful curves were hidden, her face was covered, and from a distance, you really couldn’t tell what gender she was.
Luo Xiaoming was secretly very pleased with her disguise, convinced no one could recognize her. What she didn’t realize was that anyone who got a little closer, caught her faint fragrance, saw those bright exposed eyes and those gently arched brows—would have to be blind not to realize she was a girl.
The neighboring dorms had long gotten used to Luo Xiaoming anyway. They’d seen Xiao Ming back when school first started. Everyone already knew this slightly androgynous-looking “boy,” who would look perfect in women’s clothes and had ridiculous femboy potential.
These days, Luo Xiaoming was still going to class like usual. Whatever she did before, she did now. Eating when she should eat, playing when she should play. From the outside, it didn’t look like this “gender swap” had affected her at all. At least, that’s how it looked to outsiders like Xu Fang.
In reality, Luo Xiaoming felt like everything had become a huge pain. She had to bring tissue when she went to pee, had to wear a mask when she went out, and once in a while some guy would try to hit on her. The most infuriating thing was, she felt like she’d gotten worse at gaming. She didn’t know if it was just psychological, but her reactions didn’t feel as fast as before, and her fingers weren’t as nimble.
As for the fact that Dorm 607 now had a female lifeform in it, no one really complained. Xiao Ming’s soul might be male, but at least on the outside she looked like a pretty girl. Easy on the eyes, right?
Wen Jian even said that if Miss Luo ever felt lonely, he was willing to sacrifice himself and get squeezed dry to satisfy her.
In truth, Wen Jian wasn’t flippant around girls. He was actually rather polite. But in front of Luo Xiaoming, his mouth turned filthy, tossing out sexual innuendo from time to time—simply because Luo Xiaoming wasn’t a “real” girl to him. She was just a guy in a girl’s body. Essentially no different from Wen Jian inside.
The result was that the sexually harassed Luo Xiaoming lost her temper on the spot. She snatched up the glass cup by her bed and smashed it straight into Wen Jian’s forehead.
After Wen Jian came back from the campus clinic, he became a lot more honest. He still cracked an occasional joke, but he never dared tell dirty jokes about Xiao Ming again.
Of course, all this was just a little side episode in Xu Fang’s daily life and didn’t have much to do with him. Xu Fang just kept typing and typing, watching the word count of “Horror System” crawl closer and closer to fifty thousand.
What to do after fifty thousand?
He’d set himself a small goal: earn his first hundred million!
Three days ago, Xu Fang wouldn’t even have dared think about such a “small goal.” But now, it really did feel small to him. He had a strong feeling that a hundred million yuan was nothing to Horror Novel Web.
The only reason he didn’t set “become the richest man in the world” as his goal was because he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to handle it. So he’d start with a hundred million as a newbie quest and get used to the rich life first.
As for Horror Novel Web, Xu Fang hadn’t told a single person. This kind of divine artifact was something only he needed to know about. If he blabbed, who knew what kind of accident might happen.
Right now, Xu Fang was still pretty low-key. He hadn’t started any crazy stunts just because he had this thing. You had to make a fortune quietly. Once he became a full-on dragon‑overheaven protagonist with enough capital, it wouldn’t be too late to start flexing.
Naturally, as the story went on, “Horror System”’s popularity had slowly climbed from “2” to “57,” and the comment section had grown to several hundred floors. Those anonymous readers all acted like they’d stumbled upon a masterpiece, the praise flooding in nonstop.
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He skimmed through the comments.
[Anonymous] Floor 423: This is the most conscientious author I’ve ever seen! One chapter here is like three chapters elsewhere.
[Anonymous] Floor 424: This is insanely good! I’ll die without Horror System!
[Anonymous] Floor 425: Author’s writing’s not bad, keep it up.
[Anonymous] Floor 426: Hahahaha I laughed the whole way through (#laugh) (#laugh)
[Anonymous] Floor 427: Author, you’re a freaking genius!
[Anonymous] Floor 428: So productive, 7k‑sensei, take care of your health!
[Anonymous] Floor 429: Author, don’t you have any reader group or something?
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When a novel’s boring, you read the comments to enjoy the roasting; when a novel’s fun, everyone’s too busy reading to comment.
Judging from these anonymous comments, Xu Fang’s writing was going very well—at least on Horror Novel Web. The popularity just kept climbing. Readers who liked it stayed and showed full support. Readers who didn’t like it probably just slipped away quietly without dropping any “killjoy” remarks.
Xu Fang hadn’t seen a single negative review from start to finish.
He knew perfectly well his writing wasn’t that good. If he posted his work on any other site, it would be ignored. But on Horror Novel Web, it exploded.
Inside, Xu Fang was thrilled. He really wanted to interact with his readers, but he simply couldn’t. Horror Novel Web had clearly stated that authors were forbidden from interacting with readers inside the novel. Authors only needed to focus on writing.
Today was September 27th. It had been four full days since Xu Fang first came into contact with Horror Novel Web. For these four days, he’d been living like a madman grinding out chapters. At this rate, fifty thousand words would hit very soon. And the plot of “Horror System” was also about to reach a small climax.
“[One thousand words omitted here
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This chapter’s main content was the protagonist Lin Jingrui, under the pressure of the Horror System, turning into a big villain at a TFBOYS concert. Right there at the venue, he carried out some seriously “horrifying” behavior toward the three poor boys and completed the mission.
Of course, Xu Fang wasn’t a TF anti-fan. He just wanted to mess around for the sake of comedy. Since the book was mostly comedic, the Horror System kept giving out missions that made people’s jaws drop.
The protagonist’s clumsy attempts at scaring people, the victims’ wildly exaggerated expressions, and the crowd’s dumbfounded reactions—there had to be some laughs in there. And those anonymous readers had surprisingly low laugh thresholds; they were laughing so hard they forgot to spit complaints. The comment section was full of “hahahahaha!”, like a forum for mental patients.
Chapter 7 passed review, and Xu Fang successfully posted it. Right after the review went through, two messages appeared in his author backend.
[Congratulations, Author 7k. You’ve written over 50,000 words and now meet the conditions for going premium. Once your work goes premium, you’ll unlock the “Setting Panel” and “Reader Rating” functions.
Go premium? Yes / No]
Xu Fang clicked “Yes” without hesitation.
This had to be the easiest site in history for going premium. Once you hit fifty thousand words, you could go up. No need for contracts, ID photos, and all that hassle. They just asked if you wanted to go premium and sign. If you did, you clicked “Yes.”
Simple and fast. The “Setting Panel” and “Reader Rating” were basically the site’s way of paying its authors. The other message explained what they were.
These two had been mentioned way back when he first encountered Horror Novel Web. The Setting Panel needed no explanation. Reader Rating was the star‑rating system where readers graded the novel, and those ratings could bring extra point income to the author.
[Congratulations. Your work will go premium in 12 hours! Within this time, you may post a premium launch message of up to 3,000 words.
In the launch message, you may reasonably “ask for support” and communicate one‑way with readers. You are still forbidden from revealing any personal information.
Once the work is premium, you can’t post a launch message.]
What a streamlined site. You didn’t even need to talk to an editor; if something came up, they just dropped a notice in your author messages.
A premium launch message? Fine, he’d write something.
Xu Fang let out a breath and thought back on the past… From high school until now, after writing for so long, this was the first time he’d ever written a premium launch message.
The more popular the book, the more necessary that message was. It could show the author’s determination and help keep readers who wanted to continue, which meant more subscriptions in the future. For books that barely scraped by and only got signed to grind attendance bonuses, that kind of message was optional anyway—no one would really read it.
So, with a pounding heart, Xu Fang started writing the first premium launch message of his life.
—Maybe also the last.
