On the second day, Lin Lin encountered the very first terrifying thing in her new life—right after waking up.

Well, here’s how it happened.

Just out of bed, she glanced at her phone calendar.

The bold “Monday” made her vision go dark.

Ah—

Monday, Monday… all I wanna do is skip it.

Monday? Do I really have to go to school?

Ugh… I’ve only been a girl for one night, and now I have to face school *as* a girl?

A slight headache throbbed. How was she supposed to handle this?

Thankfully, the system had updated her identity to female—otherwise, school would’ve been impossible.

But…

Wait. Was there… a tiny hint of anticipation?

After becoming a girl, she couldn’t… couldn’t possibly stay a background character anymore, right?

Besides, she’d secretly checked herself in the bathroom mirror last night. Her looks now… well…

If she had to rate it? A hundred!

The kind who’d charm both anime fans and real-life admirers—the type even her pre-transformation self would’ve found heart-fluttering. Beloved by all?

Ahem… Okay, that sounded way too boastful.

Anyway… this time, school life wouldn’t be so dull and gray, right?

Phew~

Lost in thought, her old phone alarm rang. She swiped it off easily, then struggled to crawl out of bed.

She glanced at the clock—and froze.

H-how… only six o’clock?

Her alarm was always set for seven!

Huh?

Why did becoming a girl shift the alarm an hour earlier?

What idiotic setting?! How dare they steal her precious sleep?

Tsk!

She flopped straight back into bed.

Whatever. One more hour… Mm…

Let her little brother play human alarm clock later.

Eyes closed, she snuggled deeper, occasionally rolling over to ponder life’s tiny philosophies.

But…

Soon, something felt off.

Hiss—

Why did her hair feel like it’d exploded?

Running fingers through it—tangled, wild, like a weed patch.

It wasn’t like this yesterday!

Er…

Could it be… her girl-self set the alarm early…

…to wash her hair?

No… no way?

Mm…

Touch again?

Hiss—

That terrifying texture sent a chill down her spine.

Snoozing wouldn’t help anyway…

Might as well check the bathroom.

Decision made. She silently crawled out again, tiptoed to the bathroom…

Stared at her sleepy, messy reflection. Rubbed her head.

Ah! Last night she was a beauty—now? Frizzy hair, zero energy.

Did this mean… she *had* to groom herself properly every morning? Because as a pretty girl, appearance mattered more… right?

Ugh. Being a girl is such a hassle!

She sighed helplessly at the nest on her head. No choice.

Hair wash it is.

Ah…

Random girl-life memories surfaced. Lin Lin accessed them—

—and froze.

Wh-wh-what?!

Washing long hair took *this* long?!

Conditioning, blow-drying, face-washing… fine. But *skincare*?!

Don’t even get her started on makeup…

(Though she had zero plans to wear any. Just wash, rinse, done.)

Too much?!

She sucked in a sharp breath.

Did being a beautiful girl really demand this much effort?

Help… she was already regretting it.

Especially the hair.

Long hair = this complicated?!

Skip it? Then it’d frizz into “three-days-on-the-streets” mode.

Ah…

Staring at the mirror, she almost considered chopping it short.

But…

That thought vanished fast.

She remembered last night’s reflection.

She was a long-hair lover. Hehe…

Long-haired her? *Genuinely* stunning.

Sure, short hair might still suit her—and be easier.

But…

I love long, straight black hair!

Decision made. Deal with it later.

So…

She gripped the showerhead, face solemn, and began… a major operation!

…

“Ugh—”

After wrestling through the entire routine using newfound girl-knowledge, she staggered out of the bathroom, bracing against the wall.

So… tired…

Exhausted.

Phew…

But hey—hair finally looked decent.

In the living room, breakfast waited. Her parents waved her over.

Her little brother munched bread, stealing glances at her.

“Lin, come eat!”

She nodded weakly, shuffled to the table, slumped down, and muttered, “Washing hair is *so* tiring.”

She stuffed bread and sausage into her mouth.

“Well, your own fault for loving long hair,” Mom chuckled.

Dad stayed quiet. Lin Yu quietly added:

“You barely washed it before—just tied it up to skip the hassle…”

“Ahem!”

She cut him off with a glare. *Why* bring that up?!

She looked around the table—at her family, at her new self. A soft warmth bloomed.

Ah…

So good. Family still here. Everything… almost the same. Truly comforting.

After a quick meal, she changed into her uniform. Huadu City’s style stood out:

Girls’ uniforms mimicked Japan’s sailor-style design—though the skirt fell modestly to the knees, unlike anime.

First time *choosing* to wear a skirt… and it’s the school uniform.

Lin Lin shifted. Something felt off, but she couldn’t name it.

So she left home… uneasy.

Hundreds of meters down the street, it hit her.

The awkwardness wasn’t the fit.

It was… wearing a skirt in public.

…

Thus, Lin Lin—biologically female yet haunted by inexplicable cross-dressing shame—fled all the way to school like her life depended on it.

Sadly, stepping into class didn’t ease the feeling.

If anything, her classmates’ stares made it worse.

Damn…

Wait. Was she even *in* this class now?

Her memory of this world’s class and seat had gone fuzzy.

She followed instinct to her desk, looked up at her seatmate—

—and froze.

Gao…

Gao Liang?!