Late at night, An Han tiptoed to the dorm door in women’s clothing.
He peeked inside. Seeing his roommates still asleep, he let out a quiet sigh of relief and slipped in on his toes.
Thank goodness none had pulled an all-nighter tonight.
No time to change—he hurried to the balcony bathroom, used the toilet, then leaned over the sink. Cupping cool water, he splashed it gently across his face.
Exhausted.
Like running a marathon under extreme stress—the drain was obvious.
Just then, a system interface flickered before his eyes.
[Mission Complete
Reward: Affinity Trait +10 favor points from Long Xing
Affinity Trait: Everyone gains +10 favor toward you
Favor Level: Keep below 80. Exceeding 100 carries unknown risks]
Finally done.
Too bad the reward wasn’t as straightforward as the house from the first mission.
An Han scanned the panel eagerly, eyes locking on the favor stat.
What even is this?
Did Bro Long just gain ten points toward me?
Probably the Affinity Trait… but why would over 100 be risky? He couldn’t wrap his head around it.
“This system’s so low-effort. Not even a glitchy AI to explain things.”
As the panel vanished, he muttered, “Other people’s systems are all warm and chatty. Mine? Ghost mode. Only pops up for missions. Call all you want—silence.”
Time to change.
“This outfit’s not half bad,” he mused.
Not that he had a thing for cross-dressing. He just liked the cool, snug feel of stockings on his legs.
The fabric was light, soft. Even An Han—who lived in loose sweatpants—felt oddly free in the skirt… *He really wasn’t a pervert.*
Just as he turned back, his peripheral vision caught movement on the neighboring balcony.
Someone!
He froze, breath held.
Dorms mirrored each other; balconies nearly touched. Less than ten meters away.
He stole a glance. Su Peng—Wu Dongming’s roommate, his so-called “senior” and friend.
Then he looked down at his short skirt, stockings, feminine silhouette. His blood ran cold.
Su Peng stared with open curiosity. Had he recognized An Han’s face? Was he just confused why a girl was in the boys’ dorm? If he *did* recognize him…
Total social death.
*Oh no. Oh no.*
Muscles tensed, trembling. *Don’t let him see your face!*
An Han flicked off the balcony light and shuffled stiffly inside.
Maybe Su Peng’d assume it was someone’s girlfriend staying over…
Maybe test the waters tomorrow…
He stood before the shared wardrobe, glanced at the lower bunk roommate, then swung the door shut to block his figure while changing.
Four-person dorm: two iron bunk beds, four desks, two wardrobes flanking the aisle. Zero privacy. He buried the outfit deep beneath winter clothes.
What a day.
But not done yet.
After quietly swapping into guy clothes and catching his breath, he laced up his sneakers, tucked the tiny leather shoes into a shoebox, grabbed a chair, and slipped out.
Gotta fetch Long Xing—locked out of campus.
An Han was just too soft to leave his roommate sleeping on the street.
“Bro Long!”
Spotting Long Xing slumped against the iron gate, phone in hand, An Han jogged over.
Long Xing lit up. “Little Han! How’d you know I was locked out?”
“Saw your group chat message while checking my phone after the bathroom.”
An Han caught his breath, hefted the chair. “Step back. I’m tossing this over for you to climb.”
He hurled it high—*thud*—landing cleanly on the other side.
Plastic chair, ~40cm tall. One of four stacked in the dorm corner for hot pot sessions.
“Ah, Little Han~ You’re the best~”
“Just bring me lunch tomorrow.”
“Love you!”
Tall and sobered by the night wind, Long Xing stepped up, stretched, and hauled himself over effortlessly. Seconds later, he dropped inside and slung an arm around An Han. “Leave the chair ‘til morning?” He grinned. “Dude. I met this insanely pretty girl just now!”
“…”
An Han’s smile locked solid.
“She looked kinda like you—but way prettier.”
“Duh. I’m a guy. Handsome, not *pretty*.”
Arm in arm, they headed toward the dorm. Long Xing kept gushing: “Super shy. Didn’t say a word. Ran off right after I helped her in. Rude, right?”
“Maybe ‘cause you look like a gangster.”
“I’d remove the tattoos if it didn’t hurt,” Long Xing sighed. “Young and dumb. Thought it was cool. How many girls did I scare off…”
“At least grow your hair out.”
Relieved he wasn’t exposed, An Han fell back into banter. “Wait—you *like* her?”
“Yep!”
“Love at first sight?”
“Absolutely!”
“???”
*Damn it. You’re shamelessly crushing on your roommate’s cross-dressing self?*
An Han stared, utterly baffled.
“You wouldn’t get it,” Long Xing beamed. “Short hair, short skirt, thigh-highs—*exactly* my type! I love that bold, spirited vibe!”
“So you’re into tomboys?”
“That’s *bold and spirited*!”
“Your preferences need a reinstall,” An Han deadpanned.
*Gotta ditch that outfit ASAP.* If Long Xing found out his dream girl was his roommate… friendship capsized or love boat launched.
Terrifying.
One day with this system—and danger’s already lurking everywhere.
