"I'm back," Ouyang Qianxue announced, pushing open the dorm room door and flopping face-down onto her bed.

"Not very ladylike, Lady Qianxue," a girl lying on her bed with a book remarked.

At Sakura International School, dorm rooms were typically shared by two students. This girl was Ouyang Qianxue's roommate, Qian Wang.

"What does it matter? It's just the dorm. Pretending all day is exhausting," Ouyang Qianxue said lazily.

"Even so, you can't slack off. If your true identity gets exposed, your mission fails. They'll cut off your mother's treatment funding."

"Got it," Ouyang Qianxue replied, opening her eyes. She stared hesitantly at the ceiling, drifting into memories.

Eight years ago, at a downtown hospital...

"Doctor, please save my mom!" A blond boy knelt, clutching a doctor's coat and begging desperately.

"Child, I sympathize, but your mother has severe kidney disease. She needs constant dialysis to survive. A transplant is the only cure—but it costs a fortune. Without payment, we can't continue treatment."

"Brother, is Mom really beyond saving?" A black-haired girl beside him tugged his sleeve, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Don't worry. I'll save Mom," the boy promised, turning back to the doctor.

"Sigh, this puts me in a tough spot. But without money, I can't help." The doctor turned to leave.

"Wait!" A woman's voice called out.

"I heard everything. I'll cover your mother's medical expenses," said an elegantly dressed woman approaching them.

"You'll pay for her treatment?" the boy asked, disbelief in his eyes.

"Yes, but there's a condition." She lifted his chin, examining his face. "Hmm, flawless skin, excellent poise, exquisite looks. Perfect. Child, tell me your story."

The boy recounted his tale: His father, once a wealthy businessman, lost everything in a risky investment and fled, leaving crushing debts. Creditors seized their home, evicting him, his sister, and his ailing mother. Then, under stress, his mother collapsed—diagnosed with kidney disease.

"Poor child," the woman murmured, stroking his head.

Overwhelmed, the boy burst into tears. She held him silently as he sobbed.

"But Auntie, you mentioned a condition?" he asked after calming down.

"I'm the manager of Xijiang City's largest talent agency. We're launching a school idol project." She handed him a blue booklet titled "Campus Idol Project."

"School idol?"

"Yes. Ordinary idols are everywhere, causing fatigue. We're targeting fresh, elegant school idols—refined enough for high society. That's our goal. We need your help."

"How can I help?"

"We lack experience. We need a prototype to gather data—what charms attract fans, etc.—to ensure the project's success."

"What does that have to do with me?"

"I want you to be that prototype."

"Wait, this booklet says female idol?"

"It does."

"But I'm a boy!"

"No matter. Your potential is exceptional. If we can turn a boy into a stellar idol, imagine what we can do with a girl."

Eight years later, a blond girl stood before Sakura International School's gates.

"To conquer high society, start with elite students. Remember: never reveal your gender or identity. Become the most popular girl at Sakura without actively seeking fans. Maintain it until graduation. Succeed, and you'll get a hefty sum for your mother's treatment and your sister's expenses."

The woman's words echoed in Ouyang Qianxue's mind.

"And confidence. Ouyang Qianming—no, Ouyang Qianxue now. Your voice training, talents, beautiful face, and golden hair make you flawless. No one will doubt you're a girl."

That was all the woman had said.

"She mentioned the contact should be nearby," Ouyang Qianxue muttered, scanning the school entrance.

"Sorry to keep you waiting!" A girl with a single ponytail and sweet face ran up. "You're Ouyang Qianxue? I'm Qian Wang, your boss's niece. My aunt told me everything. I'll observe you, record your life, cover your activities, and help you complete the mission."

And so, Ouyang Qianxue's thrilling cross-dressing school life began.