Because she was facing the screen, Li Xinglan didn’t see her roommate’s expression and kept talking. “After the college entrance exam, I had free time. My cousin got me into this game, and I quickly fell for it. To improve my skills, I watched live streams and found Meng Han, the most popular streamer back then. He was incredibly strong and so funny. Later, I heard rumors about him cheating and sleeping with female fans—but I never believed them.”
“Thank you,” Jiang Xuehan murmured softly, lying face down on her bed.
“Thank me? So you’re a Meng Han fan too?”
“Mm, I guess so.”
“Really?” Li Xinglan perked up instantly. She stood and leaned toward Jiang Xuehan’s bed, her beautiful eyes sparkling. “Xiao Han, you must not believe those rumors either, right? And look at his last two Weibo posts—I could feel his anger through the screen. He was definitely framed!”
Jiang Xuehan wanted to tell the truth. But the bizarre things that had happened to her over the past three months—even gods appearing—were too unbelievable. She played dumb instead. “Yeah, I think so too. He’ll clear his name someday and wash away the shame!”
Li Xinglan nodded eagerly. “Mm-hmm, he will! I just wonder where he’s been these three months. He must be planning something—he’d never give up like this! Hey, you have to watch this video. Meng Han solo-queued, got 31 kills, and won chicken. So cool! That’s how I became his fan…”
Usually quiet, Li Xinglan chattered nonstop about Meng Han, her eyes gleaming with unusual excitement.
Jiang Xuehan felt low. Partly from remembering her own fall from top streamer to accused cheater. Partly because her lower abdomen ached fiercely. Period depression killed any enthusiasm, so she just mumbled vague agreement.
All day, Jiang Xuehan stayed buried under her blanket like a snail, a hot water bottle pressed to her stomach. Her kind roommates brought her food and water. Only bathroom breaks forced her out of bed, her legs trembling as she walked. Thankfully, they held her up.
She finally understood why girls needed care. Without her three helpful roommates, she wouldn’t have survived the day.
But period cramps were routine for girls. Beyond basic help, no one fussed or panicked.
Playful Xia Ziying peeked under Jiang Xuehan’s bed. “Xiao Han, Xiao Han! Know the best cure for period cramps?”
“What is it?” Jiang Xuehan poked her head out, hopeful.
“Having a baby~”
“Huh?”
“Seriously? Don’t you know this? Period cramps are your uterus scolding you. Like, ‘Hmph, useless woman! Wasting another precious egg—I’m punishing you!’”
Jiang Xuehan had only been a girl for three months. How would she know? She broke into a cold sweat. “I’d never have a kid. I’d rather die—like jumping off a tall building!”
Xia Ziying giggled below. “Hehe, just kidding! It’s not ancient times. Girls don’t marry and have babies right after turning eighteen. Hey, Xiao Han, eat healthier and keep a regular schedule. Next time might not hurt so much.”
Jiang Xuehan sighed. “Online posts say the same. So many foods to avoid… such a hassle.”
“No choice. Girls are like this. That’s why I’ve always wanted to be a boy—carefree, eating whatever I want. Plus, making close friends with hot guys, hugging and cuddling… just thinking about it gets me excited!”
“Isn’t… isn’t that gay?”
“What gay? It’s danmei! Don’t tell me you’re not into handsome guys—I don’t believe it!”
“I really am not…”
“Hmph, keep lying!”
By late night, Xia Ziying and Wen Jiaqi headed to the crowded, spacious bathhouse together.
Li Xinglan always showered alone in the dorm bathroom. She disliked noisy places, unlike her roommates. That kept them from bonding closely.
Jiang Xuehan didn’t mind the bathhouse, but as a girl now, she’d have to use the women’s section. The thought felt like a crime—her pride couldn’t handle it. So she washed alone in the dorm.
Her body still ached, but she couldn’t help imagining Li Xinglan’s tempting nude form from the sound of the shower. A little thrill shot through her—then her stomach cramped harder. She clutched her belly and curled into a ball.
About fifteen minutes later, Li Xinglan emerged wrapped only in a towel. Her damp hair was loosely pinned up. Her delicate face rivaled idol stars. Her smooth, shapely thighs below the towel looked like the finest cake—just staring made Jiang Xuehan drool.
As Jiang Xuehan lay on her bed, eyes glued to this stunning roommate, Li Xinglan walked over. “Xiao Han, let me help you shower?”
Jiang Xuehan blinked, confused. “Help me shower?”
“Yeah. With your cramps today, you can’t manage alone. I’ll help.”
“But…”
“No buts. I see you’re sweating. Sleeping dirty could give you a chill—and make the cramps worse.”
Worse?
Jiang Xuehan froze. Only three months as a girl, she was still a beginner in “female studies.” Terrified, she nodded frantically.
