After that, Chunan asked how things were on Xiaohan’s side.

They were close, like brothers. But not blood, so once they entered society, they naturally drifted apart.

Chunan had decent luck. Back in school, he hustled through different channels and made some money. Then, as a streamer, he pinched pennies. Only recently did he save enough for the down payment on this place.

Mainly, housing prices in this world are still low. Grind hard and one person can make it. So he bought early. If prices take off like in the last world, he’d probably never afford one in this life.

Xiaohan’s situation was a bit worse. It was her first time being human. In school, she played way more than Chunan. When he was making money, she never asked him to bring her along. Even when he tried to pull her up, she felt it was tiring and didn’t bother.

In her words: “College is the last relaxed stage of life. If you don’t play now, you won’t get a chance after entering society.”

Then she stepped into society and really became a corporate drone.

Seeing how comfy Chunan’s streamer life looked, she did think about streaming to coast. But everyone knows it’s brutal to build an audience at the start. With her three-minute enthusiasm, she didn’t last half a month before quitting.

After that, Chunan stopped bothering with her.

Still, even if she wasn’t doing as well as Chunan, Xiaohan’s life had gotten on track. She even had the leisure to enroll in a guitar class, proof she had her own little world.

Now the system turned her into a girl and tossed her onto his bed. What about her original little world?

Xiaohan’s answer was simple—the system handled everything.

It directly erased every trace of her from the memories of everyone she’d met—except Chunan. Xiaohan didn’t care much; among the people she knew, only Chunan was a real friend. Sad, but true.

In other words, the system severed most ties from her former life. Work, rent, even her… original identity.

Only then did Chunan realize that, at some point, every image of Xiaohan in his memory had shifted to the girl before him. Even childhood memories were now replaced by a little-girl version of Xiaohan.

He couldn’t recall her old face at all.

It was… pretty absurd.

Especially when he remembered, as kids, he and a little girl eagerly trying on the same pair of briefs, stark naked…

“Ah… Chunan,” Xiaohan had let go of him, sat obediently on the bed, and coaxed, “Help me out, yeah?”

“What else do you need me to do?” Chunan frowned slightly.

“My old stuff! It’s all still in my old rental!” Xiaohan leaned in, sounding as pitiful as possible. “The system changed my move-out date to today. The landlady called to tell me to clear everything. She’s emptying the place tonight.”

“…So you’re dead set on freeloading off me?”

“It’s not like I want to!” Xiaohan couldn’t help a grin, then felt that was off, and forced a crying tone. “The system said it sent me to you as an assistant. What can I do? It also said I have to prioritize you in everything, or there are even harsher punishments. Isn’t it great you’ll have a super obedient lackey?”

Chunan was silent for a moment.

“I’m more curious about those harsher punishments.”

“…” Bastard.

She wanted to curse him, but under someone else’s roof, she had to bow her head.

So her fake tears got louder: “It’s nightmare fuel just hearing them. Like getting fanned five times a day by a box fan, or doing a handstand in the washing machine to wash your hair. Live-stream eating ○ is just minor stuff. The worst is dropping me into an eighteen-layer nuclear-hell. Every cell gets nuked. Pure misery—could you really bear to let me try that?”

“I could.”

“…fuck you!”

Xiaohan finally snapped.

This guy was fine in every way, except he loved watching her get humbled.

Is that fun to you?

Seeing her genuinely upset, Chunan stopped teasing. “Alright. Will you really listen to me on everything from now on?”

“Mm…”

“Then will you let me smash?”

“…”

“So that’s a no.”

“Even if I said yes, could you bring yourself to do it?”

“Why couldn’t I? I’m craving your body, not your soul.”

“…”

After a brief silence, Chunan saw a hint of resolve in her eyes.

“No smashing. Anything else is fine!”

She wore a face like marching to her doom.

Chunan chuckled. “C’mon. You think I’d really count on that? The moment I remember we wore the same briefs as kids, I can’t even get it to rise.”

Even if he was thirsty, not to this extent—sleeping with a childhood friend who got turned into a girl? What kind of decent person does that?

“…” Xiaohan was annoyed, but relieved.

She’d been a “Holy Sword bearer” for over twenty years. Who wants to suddenly become a soul under the blade? For a moment earlier, she even wanted to die to prove her resolve. Sadly, she didn’t dare.

“Let’s go.” Chunan stood and headed for the door.

Xiaohan blinked. “Go where?”

“You tell me. Aren’t we grabbing your stuff? And getting breakfast on the way.”

Xiaohan looked down at herself. Just a T-shirt. No pants.

“You sure I can go out like this?”

Chunan frowned. This system was shameless. It dropped her off, fine, but couldn’t it give her clothes?

The problem: he had no women’s clothes at home.

After a pause, he turned to the wardrobe. “I’ll see if there’s anything you can wear.”

In this body, Xiaohan was just over 1.6 meters. Chunan was 182. A whole head taller. No way his clothes fit. After digging around, he found a pair of casual pants she could barely wear.

On her, they were basically lantern pants.

“Your waist’s really tiny. Don’t tie the drawstring too tight. I’m afraid you’ll snap your waist.” Watching her wrestle with the pants, Chunan couldn’t help but warn her.

Xiaohan smiled and admired her figure in the full-length mirror. “Heh, I agree, this body’s fantastic. This waist, this chest… Shame I’m not your girlfriend. I can look but not use.”

“You can take care of yourself.”

“That’s not the same.”

“Heard women enjoy it more than men.”

“Then I still want to play with a gun.”

“You can play with someone else’s gun.”

“…”

Xiaohan immediately lost interest in admiring herself.

“Let’s go,” Chunan cut the banter short. “Food first. After we bring all your stuff back, we’ll talk about the system.”

He looked calm, but inside he was a mess.

Not just Xiaohan smashing his quiet life, but that system too.

If the system was right, he probably couldn’t keep being a total slacker.

Unless he wanted to end up like Xiaohan.