Night fell as the battery-powered wall clock finally dragged its hands to 5:00.

Dusk should have painted the world in heavy, brilliant hues. Yet in this tiny room, no natural light could tell the hour—only clocks and screens could.

Pitch-black blackout curtains sealed the windows. Cardboard covered the bedroom door’s peephole. Not a sliver of light slipped through.

Trapped smells lingered.

Half-eaten potato chips. A discarded instant noodle cup with soup residue. Empty spicy-sausage bags still reeking of chili oil…

Usually, this room reeked of that chaotic blend. Stay long enough, and you’d stop noticing.

Hua Xin had grown used to it.

But now, a sweet, cloying peach fragrance replaced the usual stench.

The kind of scent that drew compliments: *"Wow, your place smells like fresh peaches!"*

Hua Xin never bought perfume. Or peaches.

Her vitamins came from scavenged pills on group-buying apps.

So where did this baffling peach aroma come from?

There was only one truth…

Hua Xin had slumped from the headboard to the center of the bed. Her once-dry hair clung to her face, soaked through.

No doubt about it.

Yes. Correct. √. *Droite*. *Правильно*. *Rechts*… Exactly what you’re thinking.

Her new bear-patterned bedsheets were damp.

Lean closer, and you’d find the source of that peach scent.

*"Hnngh…"*

Hua Xin gasped for air.

Her mind had gone utterly blank—four times already.

At first, she’d thought a simple act would resolve things like before. Now, her body moved on its own, craving more. She had to admit: this new form was a perpetual motion machine.

*"Is it over…?"*

Throat parched like fire, she grabbed the half-empty Binglu water bottle on her nightstand and chugged it down.

*"Hah…"*

*"Alive again…"*

Hydrated and clear-headed, Hua Xin sensed her body’s warning signals.

Her lower back ached. Her long, bare legs glistened under faint light, slick with moisture.

Silence.

The familiar firmness she expected refused to obey. Instead—stretching.

*"Waaah!"*

The naked girl on the bed burst into tears.

*"You promised four waves would change me back! 😭😭😭"*

*"Heaven, you’re so cruel to me! 😭"*

*"Give me back my manhood! (sobbing) Where’s my manhood?!"*

Like a helpless girl hiding under white sheets after a rich man tossed cash on the bed, watching him fasten his belt—Hua Xin’s eyes shimmered with tears.

Her oversized tank top slipped off one shoulder, exposing collarbones.

Ever since her manhood vanished, she’d cried easily. Real tears—not just inner despair.

*"Wahhhhhhhhh…"*

This was worse than losing her manhood.

Truly hopeless now.

Resigned, Hua Xin lay sprawled like a salted fish, eyes watery.

If even the law of conservation—four releases equaling four waves—couldn’t reverse fate, what could a shut-in like her do?

She stopped crying. Chugged another half-bottle of Binglu.

So thirsty.

She used to make one bottle last all day.

*"Has it really been this long…?"*

Wiping tears, Hua Xin pulled on black wolf-print boxers. A jolt shot through her.

Mind blank again.

Hands trembling, she pinched her tank top’s fabric, fluffing it away from her skin.

No more friction.

Stuck in this delicate, pushover body, Hua Xin fell silent once more.

A proverb surfaced: *"Truth comes from practice."*

She hadn’t searched the query earlier. But practice had just answered it.

*"Hmph…"*

Scowling, she tugged her shirt and shuffled back to her desk.

Desperate, she pinned hopes on forum strangers—and *him*. No. Forget that.

Dark lines shadowed her forehead at the thought. Remembering him meant reliving gaming trauma.

After getting stomped 0-24-1 playing the Cat champion, she’d challenged him to a duel.

Result? She added him on QQ, sent the 20-yuan forfeit, and kept spamming him—even when he never replied.

He hadn’t blocked her. So she’d keep cursing him.

*"Tch…"*

The girl clicked her post from hours ago.

Replies:

**soraYao:** *For the bros’ enjoyment.*

**AbsurdAbsurdAbsurd°:** *Ride the wave first.*

**EdgeFlow:** *Check leftover fluids. Test self-fertilization.*

Hua Xin froze. Blocked EdgeFlow with a snarl.

*"You’re a bottom-feeding, rotten, subhuman pervert!"*

*"How can you even think such grotesque things?!"*

After venting, she glanced at the trash can’s dried tissues.

*Why am I even considering this?!*

Furious, she slammed the keyboard.

*Ow. Calm down.*

Heart steadying, she scrolled further.

**Pipe-Smoking Rifle:** 😃

**EvilMud:** 😃

**BalloonBalloonAlways:** *Do four more waves. See if you change back.*

Hua Xin stared at the damp sheets, her aching waist, legs, hands—every muscle screaming. She closed the tab.

If she ever changed back, she’d appreciate this guy’s "genius."

Slumped in her chair, she glared at her ID card’s glaring "MALE."

Suddenly bolt upright, she gasped in horror:

*"Wait."*

*"Am I… stateless now?"*