Feng Yulan, fresh from one peril only to tumble into another, was lost in a daze. Like a rag doll, he let the girls do whatever they pleased with him, showing no reaction at all.
“His thighs are so smooth!” one girl boldly placed her hand on Feng Yulan’s leg.
“Yeah, not a single hair on them.”
“So slender…”
“Haha, jealous?”
The girls had already pulled Feng Yulan’s pantyhose halfway down. Chattering away, they yanked the whole thing off.
Feng Yulan’s pupils had lost all focus…
“Hey, look! Someone left a skirt here—it’s a cheerleading uniform!” A girl waved a red plaid skirt high.
“Quick, put it on Feng Yulan!” Ye Wen urged.
The girls scrambled to dress him. His pale, delicate legs, the cute skirt, and the hidden mystery beneath it… all sparked endless curiosity.
Feng Yulan had snapped out of his daze during the outfit change. But pinned down by the swarm of girls, he couldn’t fight back. Panic flashed across his face.
“Huh? Something’s poking up the skirt!” a girl asked curiously.
“What is it?” Another girl poked it. “Feels kinda hard?”
“Ahem!” Lu Yu coughed loudly—she probably knew exactly what it was.
“What’s going on? What is that thing?” Jin Jing asked innocently.
“Well… it’s something only boys have,” Ye Wen explained gently.
Half the girls blushed crimson, understanding instantly. Jin Jing kept pressing for details.
Ye Wen didn’t know how to answer, so she tossed the question to Lu Yu.
“How should I know how to explain that!” Lu Yu complained.
*Ding-ding-ding—* The school bell rang, a heavenly rescue. The girls, now dressed, dashed to class, leaving Feng Yulan alone in the girls’ locker room.
“Phew…” Feng Yulan sighed, quickly stripping off the skirt and pulling on his school pants. He barely made it to class seconds before the final bell.
That day, Feng Yulan didn’t utter a single word.
…
Ye Wen had become the class genius. Every morning, students swarmed to copy her homework—it was practically routine.
Another bright morning. Ye Wen sat alone in the classroom first, chin resting on her hand, staring blankly at the door.
“Yo—Ye Wen!” After just a week, Qiu Yi had grown familiar with her. No more shyness—he was now a regular in the homework-copying brigade.
“Quick, homework!” Qiu Yi burst in, tossed his bag down, and whipped out a pen. “Hand it over!”
“What do you need?” Ye Wen pulled a stack of ready homework from her desk.
“All of it!” Qiu Yi declared firmly.
“Help yourself…” Ye Wen spread the notebooks on the table.
Qiu Yi grabbed the nearest one. “Which page?”
“Thirty-seven.” Ye Wen glanced at the cover.
Qiu Yi started copying without a word.
“You didn’t do any of yesterday’s homework?”
“Nope. Gotta hurry, or I’ll be late.”
“Most of it’s copying drills…”
“I’ll skip some parts.” Qiu Yi sounded confident.
Skipping bits was an art—just enough to slide by without getting caught.
As Qiu Yi arrived, classmates trickled in. Suddenly, Ye Wen’s eyes lit up. There she was—the girl she’d been waiting for.
“Jing-er~” Ye Wen called out.
“Wen-wen~ Still here first as always?”
“Little Wen-wen, missed me?” Lu Yu popped her round face out from behind Jin Jing, grinning.
“No.” Ye Wen deadpanned.
“Ahhh! My heart’s broken!” Lu Yu rushed over, shaking Ye Wen’s head.
“Hey… stop… do you… even want… to copy homework anymore…?” Ye Wen threatened.
“I surrender!” Lu Yu grabbed a notebook from the pile.
“No way—you’re copying writing drills too?” Lu Yu glanced back at Qiu Yi, who was scribbling English words from Ye Wen’s book.
“Too much hassle to check the textbook.” Qiu Yi kept writing furiously.
Morning passed in a flurry of activity—though Ye Wen mostly watched others scramble.
During homework collection, Ye Wen realized many notebooks hadn’t been returned. “Who took my homework?” she called out across the class.
Silence.
Sighing, she got up to search. At the podium, she stopped beside Luo Liangjian.
“Hey, that’s mine, right?” Ye Wen pointed.
“Huh? Is it?” Luo Liangjian flipped to the first page. Two bold names stared back—Ye Wen.
“You didn’t even check whose homework you were copying!”
“Ahem, tight schedule, no time to look.” Luo Liangjian kept scribbling wildly—his handwriting was a blur even to himself.
“Got your homework back?” Jin Jing smiled.
“Yeah. These guys grab my notebooks and never say anything. Makes me late every day.”
“Relax, it just means my Wen-wen’s popular.”
“Exactly! Don’t you know you’re blessed?” Lu Yu chimed in.
“What blessing is that!” Ye Wen shot Lu Yu a glare.
…
First period swapped to history—a favorite “easy” class. The teacher skipped lecturing and played a documentary for self-study.
Qiu Yi leaned in quietly. “Ye Wen, who’s the prettiest girl in our class?”
Ye Wen gave him a puzzled look. *Since when was I this gossipy?* she thought.
Still, she answered: “Jin Jing, obviously.”
“Really?” Qiu Yi glanced at her, then dropped it. “What about the handsomest guy?”
“Guys…” Ye Wen pondered. “Feng Yulan’s not bad.”
“He just looks like a girl… at best, pretty. I mean *handsome*.”
“Handsome…” Ye Wen thought. “Wang Xin, maybe?”
“Pfft… that musclehead.”
“Well, you asked for handsome. I think Feng Yulan looks great in girls’ clothes.”
“Oh! Right? Let’s get him to try it sometime!”
“Might be tough…” Ye Wen said. In her memories, Feng Yulan had never worn dresses—well, except that forced locker room incident.
“Heard there’s a 100th-anniversary event. Let’s get Feng Yulan on stage in a dress!” Qiu Yi’s eyes sparkled.
“Good chance… but will he agree?”
“Hmm… so we need a plan… to trick him into it.”
“Hehe… Feng Yulan.” Ye Wen and Qiu Yi exchanged wicked grins—no surprise, they were practically the same person.
Feng Yulan tilted his head. Had someone just called his name?
…
