Xuye Cheng sped up her movements. She’d actually researched this before—special detergents existed for underwear—but she figured regular laundry soap would work fine. The specialized stuff could wait a few more days.
As she grabbed the panties, the thought involuntarily flashed: they’d just been stripped off this body moments ago… this body had just worn them…
Was she really that perverted!?
Xuye Cheng’s face stiffened. Her cheeks flushed slightly.
What was she thinking!
She shook her head. Her hair floated with the motion, then slowly settled, blocking her vision. She almost took a deep breath but remembered the dorm—she held it in and gently exhaled instead.
Ugh, this sneaky feeling was truly awful.
Xuye Cheng brushed the stray hairs behind her ears. She poured a bit of detergent on the fabric and washed it gently.
The bathroom was quiet. Her thoughts drifted again.
Maybe everything happening now was just a dream. But this raw, heavy fatigue felt too real for one.
Could she have a serious mental illness? Was all this just her imagination?
Like, her subconscious craved being a girl, so it conjured this whole scenario…
Xuye Cheng stared absently at the girl in the mirror.
The loose clothes hung on her frame. Her gaze swept her upper body, dimming a little.
When she first changed, she’d thought even this outfit looked good. But after wearing women’s clothes, why did men’s wear seem so sloppy now?
Basically, a girl’s body in boy’s clothes just looked weirder the longer you stared.
After washing, she plugged in the hairdryer. She used cool air to dry the underwear. Finally done, she stretched her neck—holding the dryer behind her made her whole arm ache.
Her eyes fell on her fair, slender arms. They looked a whole size smaller than her old ones.
This time, she was smarter. She loosened her pants first, then took out her phone and removed the face mask.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, He Xiaohan was already at his desk. Xuye Cheng dropped her backpack and slumped into a chair, exhausted.
“Bro He, that girl you showed me’s on Tieba now,” Zheng Wenxuan suddenly called.
“Oh?” He Xiaohan looked intrigued. “The school’s forum?”
Xuye Cheng frowned. Why did this feel ominous?
“Yeah, hot post—go check! Wow, she’s seriously pretty,” Zheng Wenxuan said, then his face fell. “Why’s it censored? Such a cute girl. She’s no worse than Ji Qingying.”
Confusion flickered in Xuye Cheng’s eyes. Curiosity won—she opened Baidu Tieba.
Zheng Wenxuan was rough, but his taste in girls was sometimes spot-on.
She clicked the school’s Tieba. The hot post’s photo froze her.
Holy crap, wasn’t that him??
He Xiaohan leaned over to glance at her screen, then looked away bored.
As he neared, Xuye Cheng’s hand holding the phone trembled slightly.
Seriously, why would an interview end up on Tieba?
She recalled the day—someone had filmed it. Eyes were blurred, but seeing himself… his other self… still felt off.
“Damn, why censor it? Censoring’s for dirty videos! She’s gorgeous—why hide her? I’m done,” Zheng Wenxuan groaned.
Xuye Cheng stayed silent beside him.
She scanned the post title: “Holy crap, our school has a girl this pretty!?”
Xuye Cheng was speechless.
Fame brings trouble. She instantly felt danger.
She scrolled the comments. Saw something nasty.
“That mouth… forget it, GG first.”
Xuye Cheng’s scalp prickled.
Just then, He Xiaohan’s voice came from beside her.
“Originally, we planned full censorship. Blurring just the eyes is already generous,” he said calmly, sipping water.
Zheng Wenxuan blinked. “Bro He, you made the video?”
“Not the video—I handled the PPT,” He Xiaohan chuckled, feigning ignorance. “What about it?”
“You’ve got the uncensored originals, right?”
Xuye Cheng’s face stiffened. What? He Xiaohan was involved in this!?
He must’ve seen the whole interview…
And now… was he targeting him?
Xuye Cheng’s head throbbed.
“This is exclusive content. Wenxuan, you’ll pay for it,” He Xiaohan grinned.
“Name your price,” Zheng Wenxuan said bluntly.
“A hundred bucks.” He Xiaohan’s tone turned playful.
Zheng Wenxuan’s face fell, pitiful. “Bro He, don’t cheat family. A hundred’s not small change.”
“Your call. Cash on delivery.” He Xiaohan’s voice turned serious.
The real victim, Xuye Cheng, drowned in mortifying embarrassment.
Photos of his other self were being sold…
Her eyes lifted to He Xiaohan’s friendly smile. Disgust stirred in her chest.
“Bro He…” Zheng Wenxuan leaned close, pathetic. “Cheaper? Half off? V me 50 for KFC Crazy Thursday.”
“Forget it. I deleted her photos. She works at a coffee shop—go see her yourself,” He Xiaohan replied, unable to watch his act.
Xuye Cheng’s heart turned ice-cold.
Hiss. What now? Everything suddenly felt impossible…
She turned to her computer, mood darkening.
“Holy crap, really? The one two streets past the gate?”
“Mm.”
“Wow, awesome! I wanna see her in a maid outfit!” Zheng Wenxuan cheered, hope flooding back.
Xuye Cheng swallowed hard. Her frozen heart lost all warmth.
He felt sniped.
