When Feng Yulan entered the classroom, the noisy chatter instantly died down. Every gaze locked onto him.

"You are..." Ye Wen, the more mature one, snapped out of her daze first. She asked with confusion.

"I'm... Feng Yulan... Don't you recognize me?" Feng Yulan murmured shyly, lowering his head slightly.

"Feng Yulan?"

"Feng Yulan!"

The whole class erupted in excitement.

It really was Feng Yulan. Ye Wen could hardly believe it. In another parallel universe—where history had diverged—Feng Yulan had never worn women's clothing. That had always been her deepest regret. Now, that void was filled; the impossible wish had come true.

Feng Yulan in women's clothing.

"Our class flower just gained a new member," Luo Liangjian said dreamily, wiping his mouth as he stared at Feng Yulan, startled at the doorway.

"This isn't class flower level—she's school flower material!" declared Gu Fei, the big fatty.

"All three of our class flowers are school flower tier, okay?" Qiu Yi snorted coldly.

"We know, we know—Ye Wen's the prettiest!" The boys who knew Qiu Yi's crush roared with laughter.

Qiu Yi usually sat at the back during mornings, except when copying homework. Now, he tensely watched Ye Wen's back, terrified she'd overheard anything.

But Ye Wen was utterly captivated by Feng Yulan. Petty gossip? She couldn't hear a thing.

Ye Wen—actually ten years older than the students—was the first to snap. She shrieked, "So adorable!" and lunged forward, hugging Feng Yulan tightly.

Then... her right hand slid to his thigh, rubbing hard twice.

"Wow... I wanna touch too!" Boys and girls, spurred by her lead, went wild. Feng Yulan was groped everywhere—every inch except his face.

"Don't... don't move..." Feng Yulan whispered. No one listened.

He sucked in a deep breath and bellowed, "STOP!"

Everyone froze instantly. Thinking he'd snap, they scattered, leaving him a small space.

"The... makeup... will smudge..." Feng Yulan mumbled like a mosquito, wilting under their stares.

Hearing this, they dispersed—but kept watching from afar.

Luckily, his face hadn't been touched. His sister's light, smudge-proof makeup held firm.

"Feng Yulan, is this a wig?" Jin Jiahui, seated beside him, asked eagerly the moment he sat down.

"Mm-hmm," Feng Yulan replied softly, shoving his backpack into the drawer. His flushed face slowly cooled.

Jin Jiahui stared at the silky wig for seconds. He reached to touch it—but Feng Yulan's small hand blocked him.

"Don't mess with it... it'll fall off..."

"Oh... okay..." Jin Jiahui withdrew foolishly. Since Feng Yulan entered, he'd forgotten he was a boy. His reactions were just like with a girl.

Other boys tried to sneak touches. Jin Jiahui, the self-appointed guardian, blocked them all. Qiu Yi glanced between Feng Yulan and Ye Wen, comparing their beauty.

"Jin, you can't hog him! Feng Yulan belongs to everyone!" Luo Liangjian protested.

"I'm protecting him! What if you roughhouse and Xiao Lan gets hurt?" Jin Jiahui said sternly.

"Eh—you have a crush on him? Calling him 'Xiao Lan'?"

"Ahem..." Jin Jiahui coughed, sneaking a glance at Feng Yulan. "Nonsense! We're just close. Can't I use a nickname?"

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Jin Jiahui ignored the teasing, but an odd flutter stirred in his chest.

A crush...? Between guys...?

But Feng Yulan didn't seem like that...

He stole another look. His heart raced. He yanked out a novel to distract himself.

This can't be! I don't like guys. Jin Jiahui reassured himself. It's just... Feng Yulan looks so much like a girl right now.

Meanwhile, Ye Wen seethed. Her seat was far from Feng Yulan's. She glared enviously at Jin Jiahui, then at her own deskmate—

Tsk. My past self... Damn it.

She suddenly turned, sizing up Qiu Yi. He hadn't even sprouted facial hair yet. Hmm...

"No interest in cross-dressing?" Ye Wen beamed like a flower.

Qiu Yi knew Ye Wen had masterminded Feng Yulan's outfit. Startled, he tumbled off his chair. "Th-this... isn't good... I don't look like a girl..."

Ye Wen snorted coldly, fury flaring. "Why must I wear women's clothes but you won't?"

"Huh? What?" Qiu Yi's forehead bristled with question marks.

"Ahem... nothing!" Ye Wen blurted. She'd nearly spilled her secret.

Same soul—why must I be the one in skirts? Her resentment deepened. She ignored Qiu Yi's every question.

At 8:30 AM, the sports meet began. Homeroom teacher A Dan rushed in to organize the class. Spotting Feng Yulan, she frowned. "Student, are you in our class?"

The class burst into laughter.

"Teacher! It's Feng Yulan!" a voice shouted.

"What?" A Dan's jaw dropped. "Feng Yulan? I didn't recognize you—you looked like a pretty girl!"

"Well, teacher, after discussing it, Feng Yulan agreed to wear women's clothing for the cheer squad..."

"You didn't threaten him, did you?"

"Ahem, of course not... He volunteered..."

"Oh~? Really?" A Dan turned to Feng Yulan.

Feng Yulan nodded, face crimson.

"Alright, impressive!" A Dan patted Wang Xin's shoulder on tiptoe, sparking giggles. "Line up neatly! March to the playground!"