After all events were signed up for, not everyone could participate. Naturally, two or three would be left without any—Qiu Yi was one of them.

"Hey, what events did you sign up for?" Ye Wen asked while writing the homework the teacher had assigned.

"Didn’t sign up for any. Hehe, nothing to do. Feels great."

So lazy! Ten years ago, I was super lazy. Though I gradually kicked this habit later, looking back now, I kinda despised my past self. Yeah, my former self.

Avoiding responsibilities, lazy, running from problems, refusing any group activities…

Ye Wen felt her past self was utterly terrible. This mirror-like feeling was really unpleasant.

"Classmates, let’s brainstorm a slogan for the sports day entrance ceremony. Everyone think together—pool our wisdom!" Wang Xin announced loudly from the podium.

"Wang Xin, you come up with it yourself!"

"Then don’t be shy to chant it later!"

"No problem, as long as you lead!"

"Alright!"

The next few days were filled with entrance rehearsals. Students with events practiced hard. Those without, like Qiu Yi, leisurely read novels all day.

Of course, Ye Wen also had no events—just cheerleading. Often, the classroom was left with only her and Qiu Yi.

Ye Wen wasn’t embarrassed at all. Not to mention her identity as her past self; she never felt awkward around boys anyway.

Qiu Yi couldn’t focus on his novel. His gaze kept drifting to Ye Wen. Over these days, he’d thoroughly observed her—but she remained completely unaware.

…

Friday finally arrived. Sports day opening day.

Ye Wen’s heart raced with excitement. She kept imagining Feng Yulan in girls’ clothes. The earlier gloom about wearing a dress in public for cheerleading had vanished. Now, she couldn’t wait to get to school.

Today, Ye Wen deliberately tied twin tails. Her hair skills had improved; a pretty twin tail was effortless. For clothes, she’d planned ordinary sportswear—but she actually wanted to show off a bit. Not narcissism. More like taking your little sister to school to make classmates envious.

"White thigh-highs~" Ye Wen rubbed the socks against her face. Her otaku tendencies seemed unchangeable.

Unsure what to wear, she chose her outfit from the last banquet. Worried it might be cold, she added a white coat.

While Ye Wen headed to school with eager anticipation, what about our lovely classmate Feng Yulan?

…

Feng Yulan lived with his older sister. Their parents worked in Beijing—well-paid but busy, rarely home. So his sister had always cared for him.

Reluctantly, Feng Yulan told her about joining cheerleading in girls’ clothes. His sister, who loved dressing him as a girl, was thrilled. She woke him at five AM for meticulous makeup. Feng Yulan’s face was feminine, but a closer look revealed he was a boy. She aimed to transform him completely—undetectable as male.

She used high-quality, smudge-proof cosmetics. After careful application, all boyish traces vanished. He looked like an adorable girl. Her makeup skills were superb; unless up close, no signs showed.

Next, she fitted him with a pre-prepared wig. She’d bought these items long ago, eager to use them—but Feng Yulan had stubbornly refused before. This time, since he volunteered, she seized the chance. She even took a day off work, planning to sneak to Wenlan Academy to watch sports day and snap photos.

Ahem, of course, she didn’t tell him.

A red-and-white plaid mini skirt revealed smooth, hairless thighs. Between them, a neat inverted triangle showed. White over-knee socks covered his legs. To prevent wardrobe malfunctions, he wore men’s compression shorts underneath. The top was a sailor uniform—a full Japanese-style girls’ school outfit. The wig was secured tightly. His sister tied it into a single ponytail, with two long strands framing his face, and clipped a large bow hairpin on top.

His sister circled him, scrutinizing up and down. Finding no flaws, she nodded in satisfaction.

Feng Yulan looked in the mirror and felt dizzy. He almost didn’t recognize himself—it resembled his sister at sixteen.

His small face had soft features, incredibly cute. With that obedient expression, it sparked a strong protective instinct.

"Let’s go!" His sister patted his shoulder, encouraging him.

Feng Yulan walked out with his backpack.

The books inside had been cleared. His sister had filled it with snacks—a thoughtful touch.

"Wait!" Feng Yulan, already outside the apartment building, was called back. His sister rushed down, breathless, and handed him pepper spray. "Keep this safe. If creeps bother you, spray them."

"Is this necessary…? They’ll leave once they find out I’m a guy…"

His sister said sternly, "Not necessarily. Perverts exist. Just take it!"

Not wanting to refuse her kindness, Feng Yulan reluctantly put it in his backpack.

…

Though they started at five, it was 7:30 when they left—peak morning rush. Luckily, Wenlan Academy was a short walk away. No awkward bus crowds.

Even so, passersby cast glances his way. Some Wenlan Academy students whispered.

"Look! That girl’s so cute!"

"Really! From our school?"

"Dunno. Haven’t seen her. Such a pretty girl should be memorable!"

Enduring the burning stares, Feng Yulan entered the school.

"She’s ours!"

"Whoa, is she the flag bearer?"

"Maybe cheerleading!"

"Let’s follow her!"

"What, fallen for her?"

"Ahem, I think I fell in love at first sight."

Watching Feng Yulan enter the classroom, Jin Jiahui thought the same.