What kind of system would ever urge a guy to seduce another guy?!

What the hell erotic novel did you crawl out of?!

An Han’s face flushed and paled in turns. His gaze struggled toward the other two options—but inevitably settled on the reward.

*Lottery numbers…*

*Just think of those news headlines: tens of millions won…*

“Aren’t you happy I’m keeping quiet?” Su Peng asked, amused by An Han’s shifting expression. “You want me to spread it around? Make you famous?”

“No, not at all.”

An Han shook his head hard, yet his eyes kept flickering anxiously across the system interface.

*Seduce a guy… for a lifetime of financial freedom.*

“What are you staring at?” Su Peng sensed An Han’s gaze wasn’t on him—but on empty air.

“Nothing. Cockroach on your back.”

In a flash, Su Peng leaped up, darted behind An Han, and scanned the floor with tense vigilance.

“You scared it off,” An Han muttered, heart pounding as the countdown timer ticked toward zero.

*No more hesitation!*

Winning the lottery was a once-in-a-lifetime shot! What was seducing a guy compared to tens of millions?!

But seduction was utterly outside An Han’s knowledge zone. How was a guy even supposed to seduce another guy?

Cross-dress? TV drama seductions were always super explicit—and the female leads were stunningly gorgeous!

*This task is basically impossible…*

*Select Task Three.*

At the very last second, An Han made his choice inwardly.

【Task Three selected. Complete ASAP.】

A hollow ache washed over him—as if tens of millions had slipped right through his fingers.

Su Peng, slipper in hand, bent carefully searching for traces of the cockroach, completely unaware he’d nearly become someone’s target.

“That scared of cockroaches?”

He looked up. An Han sat with downcast eyes, dejected.

“When I was little, one crawled into my mouth while I slept,” Su Peng straightened, curious. “You okay?”

“Just… never mention the cross-dressing thing again. Or tell anyone.”

“I know. I’m not Dong Ming.”

【Task completed.

Reward: +1 Charm attribute.】

Just a few casual lines—and it was done. Compared to past tasks, this felt unrealistically easy.

But *Charm*? Did that mean dating would get easier?

An Han tried to feel glad—but what could a measly +1 do? He’d just let tens of millions slip away.

Deeper gloom settled in. He sighed softly and slumped onto the sink’s edge.

*My tens of millions…*

Su Peng nervously scoured the balcony for the cockroach, found nothing, and finally relaxed.

He turned to An Han—and froze.

Somehow, An Han seemed to glow with a strange allure, pulling him closer without thought.

His appearance hadn’t changed—but to Su Peng, he looked like he had a beauty filter layered on: inexplicably prettier, more likable.

*Did seeing him in women’s clothes last night mess with my head?*

“Why are you staring?” An Han shot him a glare.

Even that annoyed look radiated charm.

“Nothing. Maybe my brain’s glitching.”

“What?”

Su Peng shook his head hard and turned away. “Heading back. Don’t forget to queue me for games later.”

*Yeah… time to scroll some model pics and reset my brain.*

An Han thought Su Peng acted weird—but brushed it off. After washing up, he returned to the dorm, ready to finish what he’d started:

*Pack the women’s clothes. Toss them.*

But the moment he opened the wardrobe, music blared from Long Xing’s bed. He turned—Long Xing was already awake, watching a video.

*Did he overhear us on the balcony?*

A trace of tension tightened An Han’s chest. To avoid suspicion, he casually pulled out a pair of socks instead.

At his desk, chin propped on one hand, he stared blankly at his laptop screen.

*That reward… I might never get another shot like that.*

BANG!

The dorm door slammed open. An Han jolted upright.

A guy in athletic gear sauntered in, dribbling a basketball. The thump-thump-thump echoed through the room. Already in a foul mood, An Han slammed the table. “Chen Junjie! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Chen Junjie glanced at his furious face, tossed the ball into the corner. “I’ll watch it next time.” He strode toward the balcony without another word.

“An Han,” Long Xing called from bed, eyes wide with curiosity, “why isn’t he arguing with you today?”

“Who knows.” An Han felt the frustration of punching cotton. “With his temper? He’d have yelled back before.”

Chen Junjie was Long Xing’s lower bunkmate. They’d fought over the top bunk on day one of freshman year. Now they were sworn rivals—daily bickering was practically ritual.

“Got lucky with a crush?” An Han smirked darkly. “Or got his ass kicked and turned tame?”

“An Han.”

“What?”

He turned. Long Xing was studying him with a strange look.

*Did he find out the “girl” he met was me?*

An Han tensed. “Why that look?”

“Nothing,” Long Xing shook his head, flustered. “You really don’t have any relatives at this school?”

“I said last night—no.”

“Then why does she look so much like you?” Long Xing muttered, turning his phone. “Check the photo again? Maybe a distant cousin?”

“The photo?!”

An Han shot up, rushed to the bedside, craning his neck.

It was his own back—dashing away after scaling the wall last night.

*Phew… just a back view.*

“Why so excited?”

“I just wanted to see how ‘pretty’ your love-at-first-sight girl is,” An Han scoffed. “No face even.”

“I got one. Snapped it secretly.”

“???”

*You thick-eyebrowed, big-eyed Long Xing—actually took a stealth photo?!*

An Han froze, eyes locked on Long Xing, voice tight with hope: “Let… me see?”