"Ye Wen? Ye Wen?" Jin Jing, standing beside Ye Wen, was the first to notice her sudden faint and immediately reached out to support her.

"Wenwen! Wenwen! What’s wrong?" Lu Yu shouted loudly into Ye Wen’s ear.

The girls changing clothes nearby also turned their gazes toward them.

*Darn it… I still want to see just one more glance!* Ye Wen’s consciousness hadn’t fully faded; she struggled fiercely.

Jin Jing took a tissue from Lu Yu and gently wiped the bloodstains from Ye Wen’s face.

*Wake up. Wake up!* Finally, her pervert spirit overpowered her body’s instincts. Ye Wen forced her eyes open, slowly and with effort.

A slight turn of her head pressed her cheek against something soft—suspiciously like a chest. Ye Wen jerked upright and stumbled back a few steps.

Dizziness washed over her. She braced herself against the windowsill, tilted her head toward the sky, and called to the girls still struggling with their pantyhose: "I’m fine… don’t worry about me…"

"Really okay?"

"Should we go to the nurse’s office?"

"Wenwen, where does it hurt? Don’t push yourself."

"I’m fine, really…" Ye Wen waved her free hand. "Probably just leftover fatigue from yesterday’s long run…"

"Good. Hurry up and change so we can head out," Jin Jing said.

"Yeah, yeah! Need help putting yours on?" Lu Yu’s round face gleamed with mischief.

Ye Wen refused quickly, swiftly pulling on her black bodystocking. Thankfully, it wasn’t too tricky—like thin pants, really.

Her legs felt tightly wrapped. A light touch sent a strange, tingling sensation through her skin.

Staring at her slender legs, Ye Wen thought any pose would probably drive leg-connoisseurs wild.

"Come on, stop staring! Let’s go inside!" Lu Yu pushed Ye Wen toward the dance studio.

…

Meanwhile, chaos reigned among the boys. For most, this was their first time wearing pantyhose. Thankfully, shared embarrassment kept shame at bay.

Luo Liangjian shamelessly bragged about how surprisingly slim his legs were, boasting they fit the pantyhose perfectly.

Gu Fei, however, looked miserable. The "one-size-fits-all" pair Dan gave him strained dangerously over his thighs.

All eyes, though, were on Feng Yulan. His school pants lay discarded, but the pantyhose remained unrolled. The boys crowded around him like he was a rare zoo exhibit.

Even Qiu Yi dropped his usual aloof act, eyes locked on Feng Yulan’s legs.

"Whoa! So pale!"

"Not a single hair—so smooth!"

"Seriously, just like a girl’s legs!"

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

"Can I touch?" Qiu Yi’s hand landed on Feng Yulan’s thigh, earning glares from the others.

"You touched first and *then* asked?" Lao Hui scoffed.

"I wanna touch too!" Luo Liangjian chimed in second.

Hands groped everywhere—chest, arms, waist. Feng Yulan leaned against the window, frozen in shock.

One bold soul even tried reaching between Feng Yulan’s legs, though he clamped his thighs shut protectively.

"Hey! Boys! Finish changing and get out here!"

The movement teacher’s voice cut through the noise.

Everyone scattered. Only Qiu Yi lingered, rubbing his cheek against Feng Yulan’s thigh twice before finally letting go.

The rest of the changing process went smoothly. When the boys finally filed out, grinning like fools, Feng Yulan crept out cautiously. His face was flushed, legs pressed tightly together like a flustered schoolgirl.

The girls’ gossip engines roared to life. *What happened in there? Did the boys gang up on Feng Yulan?* Once the fujoshi in the group started imagining scenarios, they couldn’t stop—and eagerly shared their wild theories.

Ye Wen knew the truth, but even replaying it in her head was hilarious. She listened intently as Lu Yu spun increasingly outrageous tales.

As soon as Feng Yulan sat down, gasps erupted again. He’d settled into a "duck sit"—knees bent outward, soles pressed together, bottom resting flat on the floor. A pose radiating girlish charm, nearly impossible for most guys.

Boys tried copying it, only to grimace in pain. Girls attempted it too, with mixed success.

Lu Yu, beside Ye Wen, beamed triumphantly: "Ha~ Look! I did it!"

"How about you, Jing’er?" she asked excitedly.

"I can too~" Jin Jing smiled.

"Wenwen?" Lu Yu turned.

"Uh… I don’t know…"

"Try!" Jin Jing nudged her.

"O-okay…" Ye Wen carefully folded her legs and lowered herself.

No pain. Effortless, like stretching an arm.

*Female advantage…* she muttered inwardly.

"Whoa! See?! Feng Yulan’s totally a girl! Only girls can do that!" the boys cheered.

Flustered by the attention, Feng Yulan shifted to a prim, knees-together pose—but it still looked undeniably feminine.

"Quiet down!" the movement teacher called. "This is your first class, so I’ll explain the benefits of posture training. Practice these at home too…"

The lesson ended after theory and dance videos.

The moment class dismissed, the boys charged the changing room with far more urgency than the girls, desperate to shed their pantyhose.

"Feng Yulan, wrong way! That’s the *boys’* room!" Luo Liangjian teased.

"I’m a guy!" Feng Yulan snapped, irritation flashing.

"Ah, right, sorry!" Luo Liangjian backed off instantly, stepping aside.

Ye Wen, passing by, smiled faintly. She suddenly wrapped her arms around Feng Yulan from behind. He flinched, turning to see a pair of bright, mischievous eyes.

"W-what?" he stammered.

"Come on," Ye Wen grinned wickedly. "The boys bullied you. Change with us girls—we won’t tease you."

The nearby girls cheered in agreement.

"Here! Feng Yulan’s pants and shoes!" someone shouted, tossing his uniform out the door.

Tearful and protesting, Feng Yulan was dragged into the girls’ changing room…

*Haha! I finally made my childhood dream come true—dragging Feng Yulan into the girls’ locker room!*

Ye Wen cackled silently in her heart.

…