"Absolutely perfect~ This outfit fits you like a glove~" Yixinxue couldn't help but slam her palm on the table in delight.

A white off-shoulder shirt. A black ultra-mini skirt edged with lace. Plus garter straps over sheer black stockings.

Since Lingyuan was slightly taller, standing up revealed a sliver of his navel. The mini skirt and stockings perfectly concealed any leg hair.

Most importantly! Lingyuan wasn't muscular. His lean, lanky frame made it nearly impossible to recognize him as a boy at first glance!

[Whoa~ Too bad we don’t have a wig. That’d be perfect.]

Meanwhile, Lingyuan stood frozen like stone, numb with despair. He let Yixinxue arrange him like a mannequin without moving a muscle.

"Tsk tsk, I’ll buy a wig tomorrow," Yixinxue chirped. "Next time you come over, I’ll bring it. We’ll go shopping together~"

"Please don’t, Class Rep…" Lingyuan’s lips twitched. "What if someone we know sees us…?"

"Pfft, no worries. Wear a mask—nobody’ll recognize you." Yixinxue waved dismissively.

"Even so…" Lingyuan’s face screamed reluctance.

"Cross-dressing only has two rules: zero times, or infinite times. You’ll grow to love it~"

Lingyuan groaned inwardly. What twisted logic was this?! NO WAY there’d be a next time! Even if she begged, he’d never wear women’s clothes again!

"Alright, alright. I won’t push you." Yixinxue’s mischievous grin softened. She gathered the clothes from the bed, tucking them into the wardrobe. "Go change back into your own clothes. I’ll make you something to eat—you must be starving."

Thank heavens! The nightmare was finally over!

Lingyuan staggered out of the bedroom after changing, utterly drained.

So tired… Why does this feel so exhausting…?

"All changed? Perfect timing—I just heated your dinner." Yixinxue placed a steaming bento box before him.

"It smells amazing! You’re such a great cook, Class Rep!"

Ravenous, Lingyuan instantly forgot the earlier ordeal. He grabbed the box and devoured the food.

The main dishes differed from lunch: New Orleans-style chicken bites and crispy drumsticks replaced the bulgogi and grilled pork belly, still dazzling the senses.

While Lingyuan slept, Yixinxue had even run downstairs to buy nori flakes. Sprinkled over the rice, they made the meal look professionally plated.

"Of course I can cook," Yixinxue said warmly, resting her chin on her hands as she watched him eat. [So cute. I adore this.]

To conquer a man, you must win both his body and his stomach.

"Class Rep… are you giving up on being number one?" Lingyuan mumbled through a mouthful of rice, voicing his lingering doubt.

"Of course not. I’ve never ranked below first place since elementary school." A flicker of displeasure crossed Yixinxue’s face.

"But… Class Rep…" Lingyuan stopped chewing, eyeing her skeptically. "Slacking off like this now… can you really stay on top?"

"Doubting me?" Yixinxue chuckled lightly. "You’d do better to doubt the person who’s currently ranked first."

"Huh?"

Seeing Lingyuan’s confusion, Yixinxue shrugged. "I don’t believe someone who’s always been average suddenly ‘awakened’ to claim first place. This month’s exam was brutally hard. If he’s truly that gifted… it’s a shame he’s not in our Class 1."

"Hold on—" Lingyuan frowned. "Are you saying his score might be fake?"

Her words planted seeds of suspicion. Could anyone really surpass Yixinxue by over seventy points through pure skill? She’d aced every humanities subject—her only weakness was science.

"Drop it. Worry about your own grades instead." Yixinxue sighed, handing him his corrected test paper. "I’ve written methods beside each problem, plus notes on your mistakes. Study them tonight."

"I appreciate it, but… I really don’t want to study."

No clear goals. No interest in anything beyond games and anime. Sometimes Lingyuan wondered what purpose his life even served.

He’d tried salvaging his grades before. But without drive, his efforts always fizzled out.

When had he become like this?

After his mother passed away… the second death he’d witnessed in his life.

Sensing his unspoken pain, Yixinxue didn’t press. She twirled a strand of hair, voice turning playful: "What if… there were consequences for not studying~?"

"!?" Lingyuan’s head snapped up, eyes wide with shock. "You wouldn’t… Class Rep…?"

"Hmm. I won’t let you waste away." Yixinxue tilted her head, thinking. "If you disobey me… would you really want the whole school to know you saw my body?"

"Class Rep… you’re… wicked…"

He’d almost said "evil," but bit his tongue.

Yixinxue was one of the Four School Flowers. Everyone would believe her over him. Besides, she was a triple-A student.

Triple-A student… *chuckle*… Since when did triple-A students pull stunts like this?! She was class president! Head of the Discipline Committee! An academic god! A school flower!

By her logic… she wouldn’t stop until she’d swallowed him whole.

Lingyuan finally understood the true meaning of "no reason to live."

It was already 9:30 PM. Getting home by 10 PM gave him a perfect excuse to escape.

"Um… Class Rep… it’s late. I should head home…"

"Oh! You’re right." Yixinxue checked the time. Lingyuan’s family would worry—he’d missed calls all afternoon after she’d turned off his phone.

"No need to see me out. I can manage alone." Lingyuan stood abruptly. Every second near her felt dangerous, like she might cross another line.

"At least let me walk you to the elevator." Yixinxue smiled, reading his panic. [Haven’t felt this happy in ages. If not for this afternoon’s little incident, today would’ve been perfect.]

"Wait." She stopped him just as he reached the elevator.

"Yeah?"

"One kiss before you go."

"Huh?"

"Come here. Closer."

Yixinxue’s sudden demand short-circuited Lingyuan’s brain. He didn’t move forward—just lowered his head slightly.

Her pink tongue darted toward his tightly pressed lips. Lingyuan flinched back.

"I thought you said… just one kiss?"

"And isn’t it?" Yixinxue blinked innocently, as if she’d done nothing wrong.

"Is *that* what you call one kiss…?"

[Her tongue came out! Since when is that ‘one kiss’?!]