In the north, winter days dawn early. Though the dorm’s heating kept them warm indoors, stepping outside demanded thick coats.

“Ugh! Should’ve worn gloves.” Zhang Yemiao rubbed his numb hands. Stupid move—he’d thought the cafeteria was close enough to skip them. Damn shallow pockets on this puffer jacket.

Early birds get the worm, they say. With three lazy roommates still snoring in bed, Zhang had no choice but to play the dutiful “dad” and fetch breakfast.

But reality loved a sucker punch.

Like… the cafeteria being closed.

“?”

A notice hung on the door: *“Dear students: Due to a burst water pipe last night, the cafeteria is temporarily closed for repairs. We sincerely apologize for the inconvenience.”*

Seriously?

Zhang’s head throbbed. This was the closest cafeteria. Other options were a freezing trek away—and he’d forgotten his mask, gloves, *and* scarf.

Just grab four packs of instant noodles from the convenience store?

He hesitated.

“Student! Breakfast?”

The voice startled him. Beside the cafeteria, a small stall steamed under the cold air, vapor billowing nonstop from a giant iron pot.

“Oh?”

“The cafeteria’s closed, but we’re still serving.”

A middle-aged man pointed to a card reader on the stall. Meal cards worked here. Zhang got it.

He bought four cups of soy milk and eight steamed buns.

Good enough. No fancy reganmian or pork buns today—he wasn’t walking that far. Zero guilt.

Bag in hand, he trudged back to the dorm.

The icy wind howled. By the time he glanced back, the stall had vanished without a trace.

Warmth flooded him as he entered the dorm. He dumped the bag on his desk. “Pigs! Wake up and eat!”

“Ah~! Brother Miao’s back! You’re a lifesaver!”

Three figures burrowed out of their quilts. The heating made rising easy—but their faces fell when they saw the buns.

“Miao-ge, what’s this? Where’s the reganmian?”

“Screw reganmian! The cafeteria’s *closed*. Be grateful you’ve got food.”

“Fine…”

“Why’s it closed?”

“Burst water pipe.”

“Classic campus construction crew. Their skills level up every year.”

Grumbling filled the room. Zhang itched to punch them. Lazy jerks—skipping breakfast duty, then complaining?

He bit into a bun. Not bad… actually pretty good after not having it for a while.

Then he collapsed.

The others froze, staring at their half-eaten buns. Had they already swallowed theirs?

“Dorm Leader… you betrayed me.”

*Thud. Thud. Thud.* The other three hit the floor.

…

“So… we’ve transmigrated?” Hard to believe, but undeniable proof stared back at them. Like waking up in a body that wasn’t yours.

Especially… when you’d gone from male to female.

Zhang Yemiao reeled. Why transmigration? Why a woman? Why the *whole dorm*? Where even *was* this place?

Questions swirled—but none mattered compared to *this*:

“Wang Qi! Why are *you* still a guy?!”

The named boy—Wang Qi, second-oldest in the dorm after Zhang—flinched.

“Yeah! That’s not fair!” A purple-haired girl shot up, waist-length locks swaying. Petite but fiery, she jabbed a finger at the room’s sole male. “Spill it, Wang Qi! Is this your doing?!”

Four roommates. Zhang Yemiao, now a golden-haired beauty. Li Pingtian, the silver-haired girl still frozen in shock. Zou Moan, the purple-haired accuser. And Wang Qi—the only unchanged man.

*Why him?*

Six eyes locked onto the traitor. If he couldn’t explain… trouble was coming.

Wang Qi rubbed his temples. Honestly, he had no clue why he was spared—but hey, not complaining. (Though he’d never say that aloud.)

“How should I know? Those buns were poisoned!”

Zhang shook his head, golden hair brushing his—*her*—cheeks. “If it was the buns, *I* should be unchanged! You three should’ve changed!” The motion made the delicate face look oddly innocent.

Wang Qi’s heart skipped a beat.

“Maybe… because my name has two characters?”

“…”

Silence.

Wang Qi tried again. “Or… maybe because I’m the handsomest? Among us four, I’m objectively the most handsome guy. So the universe preserved me.”

“…”

Shameless.

But the other three couldn’t argue. Wang Qi *was* genuinely handsome—not flashy, but the quietly magnetic type. Girls his junior melted around him. Add gym-honed muscles, and he was campus catnip.

Fuming, the trio huddled together.

“We need to watch Wang Qi,” Zhang whispered. “Other girls might not know him, but *we* do. He’s never had a girlfriend not because he’s picky—he’s a total pervert. With us like *this*? We’re sitting ducks.”

They’d confirmed identities and their situation upon waking here.

Zou Moan frowned. “Come on, Dorm Leader. Even if he’s a pervert… he wouldn’t *actually*… right? That’d be messed up.”

“Naïve!” Li Pingtian finally spoke. “You overestimate human nature.”

“?”

Zou Moan blinked. Li Pingtian sighed, then shifted. Her expression softened. She grasped Zou Moan’s hand, lifted her head slightly, and gazed up with an unreadable look—yearning tangled with shyness, shyness laced with hope.

Zhang had never seen such an expression. It stole Zou Moan’s breath until Zhang coughed sharply. Zou Moan jerked back, wide-eyed at the silver-haired girl.

Li Pingtian snapped back to normal. “See? With *this* face… it’s complicated.”

“But we’re brothers! Wang Qi wouldn’t—”

“Ahem.” Zhang cut in. “Bigger issue: night’s coming. What do we do *then*?”

Transmigration proof wasn’t just the gender swap. It was the skills now in their heads.

“I scavenged materials,” Zhang said grimly. “Only enough for two tents. Each fits two people. Who shares with Wang Qi?”

The unspoken question hung heavy. As Dorm Leader, Zhang had to ask.

“Oh! Dorm Leader, you should sacrifice—”

“?” Zhang shot back. “Weren’t *you* just defending him, Moan? If you trust him so much, *you* bunk with him. I don’t.”

Zou Moan flushed. “Trusting him and sleeping with him are different! Besides… his sleep-talking is awful!”

*Keep lying.*

“What about you, Pingtian? You and Wang Qi are practically twins—gaming duo, same pajamas. You two should bunk.”

Unexpectedly, Li Pingtian’s cheeks pinked. She fell silent.

Zhang and Zou Moan exchanged glances. Zhang sighed. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

She walked over to Wang Qi, who’d been quietly observing.

“Decided?” He grinned, sunshine-bright.

“You heard?”

“Forgot my skill? *Physical Enhancement*. Hearing’s part of it.” Everyone had awakened with abilities here.

Zhang facepalmed. So much for secrecy.

A hammer materialized in her hand. With a light tap on air, a simple tent flickered into existence—somehow stable, yet clearly makeshift.

*Object Mastery*. Her skill.

Another tap. A second tent appeared.

Smaller than expected. Two per tent, max. Any more, and it’d collapse.

Zhang shot Wang Qi a resigned look. “You’re stuck with me tonight.” She ducked inside first.