An Han paced the room like an ant on a hot skillet, frantically trying to reach Wu Dongming by phone. No answer. No reply. That guy was probably hiding somewhere, smugly enjoying the chaos.
“Damn it!”
He tossed the phone onto the bed, sat stiffly at the foot with a dark expression, and forced himself to think.
Truth be told, he wasn’t even that angry. Wu Dongming’s betrayal was predictable—he should’ve known better than to expect decency from him. He only trusted him because the mission involved him.
Mission failed. Zero gains.
He’d assumed failing meant nothing—no penalty—but now he’d trapped himself.
Still, regret wasn’t the issue. A bigger crisis loomed.
He glanced down at the short skirt, sleeveless top, silk stockings, and leather shoes. His eyelids twitched.
“Ask Long Ge to bring clothes?”
Muttering, he reached for his phone—then froze. His head snapped up. A task panel had materialized before him.
Slowly, excitement flickered across his face.
【Option 1: Return to dorm directly in women’s clothing. Reward: Affinity Trait
Option 2: Ask a friend to deliver men’s clothes. Reward: High-end Women’s Outfit
Option 3: Wait for Wu Dongming to repent and return. Reward: Random Attribute Point
Selection Countdown: 30s】
“Trait?”
Another confusing term. But if this system were a game… maybe a permanent buff?
“Affinity?”
Would others subconsciously like him?
Affinity was mystical—it sparked instant crushes, bred blind trust, even boosted odds of being adopted by a wealthy patron…
With this Trait, everything would flow smoother. Bosses would favor him. Clients would warm to him instantly. Colleagues would click. Even grad school interviews? Professors would lean his way. As long as he wasn’t vastly outmatched, he’d be the top pick.
“Could it really be that powerful?”
He eyed the other options. Option 2 matched his plan, but the reward—a fancy women’s outfit—was useless. Selling it? Too much hassle. Option 3? Laughable. Wu Dongming would sooner bury him alive than lend a hand.
“It’s just cross-dressing outside! I’m taking Option 1!”
Sure, first-time cross-dressing in public was awkward—but tasks testing his limits? He’d take a hundred if the reward tempted him. Shame threshold? Totally flexible.
Just a ten-minute dash back to the dorm. Easy.
【Option 1 selected. Complete promptly.】
The panel vanished. He took a deep breath, heart pounding with exhilaration, and dashed to the bathroom.
No half-effort. If spotted as male on the street, it wouldn’t be mere social suicide—it’d be catastrophic. He’d risk shame for the reward, but avoid it if possible.
Style the wig. Tuck the top neatly into the skirt…
He’d worked two summers at a barbershop. Trimming a wig? No problem.
Minutes later, he adjusted the wig, faced the mirror—and blinked. Not ugly.
(Definitely not pretty, either.)
His self-proclaimed “Fujian Wu Yanzu” features—delicate bones, decent skin—softened by the pear-blossom bob wig, now framed a face resembling a handsome, slightly androgynous girl.
“Passable… I guess?”
Gender still faintly visible in his features, but paired with the outfit? Most would peg him as a tomboy.
He fussed in the mirror for ten solid minutes, tweaking every detail until nothing more could be fixed. Then he sat on the bed, nerves humming.
Wait. Until 2 AM. When roommates were deep asleep.
Midnight passed. Hours crawled. Jolted awake from drowsiness, he sprang up, smoothed his outfit, and stood before the door.
Hand on the knob—hesitation struck.
What if a classmate recognized him?
…Nah. Streets were empty at 3 AM. Running into someone? Ridiculous luck.
No turning back now.
Deep breaths steadied his pulse.
“Check out, head down, run straight to dorm. Ignore anyone calling.”
“The owner doesn’t know me. Even if he guesses I’m cross-dressing—whatever. Just don’t get caught by someone I know.”
Lips pressed tight, expression blank, he turned the knob and stepped into the hallway.
Room key in hand, he approached the front desk.
A bald middle-aged man took the key without looking up. Glanced. Eyes unreadable. “Checking out?”
An Han nodded tightly, silent. His voice was unmistakably male—no pretending otherwise.
“Alright. Done.”
Relief washed over him. He jogged out.
The owner noticed. Two guys checked in; one “girl” checked out. Suspicious? Obviously. But neither spoke.
3 AM. Weekend. No dorm curfew. A few students still lingered near the off-campus night market.
Head down, he hurried along, glancing up only to navigate.
“Thank goodness it’s dark.”
Night blurred every face.
This task was freakin’ easy!
The school’s back gate loomed ahead. He clenched his fist, pumped it down—thrill surging.
So freakin’ thrilling!
Like childhood sneaking TV time against his parents’ rules.
Entering the dorm would be tricky: front gate meant the supervisor (mistake him for a girl? a creep?), scaling the wall risked hallway encounters. But girls *did* sneak into boys’ dorms on weekends…
Lost in planning, he tugged up sliding thigh-high socks—then froze.
Near the gate, a figure leaned drowsily against the wall.
“Huh?”
He recognized him instantly.
Long Ge. His intended rescue.
Long Ge turned sharply. Their eyes locked.
Mouth slightly agape, Long Ge stood utterly frozen.
Ice shot down An Han’s spine.
Had he been recognized?!
