The boys in the class were swamped all morning. Their homework naturally fell short of standards. Most copied assignments got rejected for redoing or completion. All the National Day holiday work piled up in one day, leaving the boys unusually quiet—even during class, they scribbled furiously.

After lunch, most boys had caught up on homework. The noon-break classroom buzzed with noise again.

"Quiet down, everyone—" Wang Xin shouted from the podium. After several calls, the room gradually hushed.

"School sports day is almost here! Sign up with me if you want to compete. Everyone must join an event, so first come, first served for your picks!" Wang Xin held up the sign-up sheet.

Girls mostly found sports events boring. But since participation was mandatory, they might as well grab easy ones early.

So the girls swarmed Wang Xin first. Each signed up for light events like shot put, long jump, or high jump. At most, a few chose the 100-meter sprint—no one wanted anything else.

The boys avoided the crowd of girls. Except for a few creepy guys itching to squeeze in… like Luo Liangjian, Luo Liangjian, and Luo Liangjian again.

"Hey!"

"Don’t push!"

"Who is it!"

"…" A girl whose chest Luo Liangjian’s hand brushed blushed crimson. She lowered her head and scurried back to her seat.

"Pervert! Get out where girls are!"

"Out! Out!"

Luo Liangjian faced a chorus of protests. They shoved him out. He crouched pitifully to one side.

"Huang Jiangying, run the 800-meter? I believe in you—your test scores were solid," Wang Xin suggested.

"Fine…"

Wang Xin jotted it down. He assigned everyone smoothly. Those with easy events grinned; others didn’t grumble much. Overall, his leadership wasn’t bad.

Wang Xin scanned the roster. Spotting unregistered girls, he stood to "place" them.

"Ye Wen." He walked over. "No event signed up yet?"

"Hmm." Ye Wen looked up from doodling in her sketchbook.

"What event do you want?" Wang Xin feigned democracy—few slots remained.

"Can I skip it…" Ye Wen hated sports. She made a last-ditch plea.

"Sure."

Ye Wen froze. Wang Xin never agreed this easily.

But he pivoted fast: "But you’ll do something else."

"What?"

"Ahem… join the cheer squad."

"Huh? Me? Cheerleading?"

"Yeah—you’re our class’s prettiest!" Wang Xin caught Jin Jing’s stare. He added hastily, "Jin Jing’s equally gorgeous."

"Hmm…" Ye Wen pondered. Her memories had no cheer squad at sports day. Time rewind must’ve altered history.

She nodded finally—but set a condition: "Jin Jing joins with me."

"Easy! All girls will join anyway."

"Then why single me out…"

"We need a leader. Makes it smoother for everyone."

"Fine. New condition."

"Anything I can manage."

Ye Wen glanced at the boys. She grinned mischievously. "Feng Yulan joins cheer too. And wears women’s clothing!"

"This… might be tough…" Wang Xin wiped sweat from his brow.

"He refuses, I refuse." Ye Wen pouted.

"Okay… I’ll try…"

Jin Jing covered her mouth, laughing. "Little brat, you’re evil."

"I’d kill to see Feng Yulan in a dress!" Lu Yu chimed in, approving.

Wang Xin pulled Feng Yulan aside. He explained the request—half-expecting refusal. Feng Yulan looked utterly uninterested, ready to say no.

"Yo, flirting?" Lao Hui—Jin Jiahui—strolled up. He saw Wang Xin cornering Feng Yulan against a wall.

"What’s up?" Jin Jiahui pressed.

Wang Xin knew Feng Yulan would refuse. But he stalled, detailing everything to Jin Jiahui.

"Women’s clothes… huh." Jin Jiahui sized up Feng Yulan. He muttered, "Actually… not bad…"

Jin Jiahui stared at Feng Yulan’s Xiao Lan. Feng Yulan blushed faintly, turning his face away.

"If he’s unwilling, drop it. Can’t force anyone," Jin Jiahui said. "Guys in dresses? Awkward. I’d refuse too—even if Feng Yulan’s pretty-faced, he’s got a man’s heart."

Feng Yulan shot him a grateful look. He didn’t refuse outright. "I… I’ll think about it…"

Hope! Wang Xin perked up, showering Feng Yulan with promises.

"Wear the dress, Feng Yulan, and I’ll treat you to snacks all month!" Jin Jiahui declared.

"Rich now?" Wang Xin teased, grateful but curious. "Where’d the cash come from?"

"Construction site all summer. Made nearly four grand. Still got three left."

"Not bad!"

Wang Xin rambled until hoarse. "Think it over. Sports day’s tight—starts Friday. Today’s Monday, only four days left. Prep takes time. Best reply tomorrow, okay?"

"Hmm…" Feng Yulan nodded lightly. He sat back, deep in thought.

"As long as you cheer in that dress, my offer stands!" Jin Jiahui—Feng Yulan’s deskmate—sat beside him, reiterating his promise.