An Han peered cautiously at Long Xing’s phone, his face taut—as if the word “nervous” was etched right across his forehead.
If Bro Long had really snapped a cross-dressing photo of him, exposure was only a matter of time.
After all, there wasn’t a single girl at school who looked remotely like him.
Without a photo for comparison, Bro Long might’ve eventually forgotten the whole thing. But with proof? Everything changed.
Long Xing sat cross-legged on the bed, looking down at An Han. “I keep thinking—you and her must be related. Close relatives. Could she be your little sister?”
Yesterday, Long Xing had only noticed their similar looks. Today, seeing An Han again, he sensed a familiar aura and charm.
“Really?”
“Then why so jumpy?” Long Xing said, voice edged with annoyance. “We’ve been friends for years. You know my character.”
An Han forced a smile, burying his anxiety deep.
“Right, bro-in-law?”
“Stop joking. Show me the photo,” he said, tiptoeing closer with a gossipy grin.
Long Xing swiped the screen. The next photo filled the display.
An Han stared, frozen.
The girl stood under a streetlamp’s glow. Her shadow stretched long and dark behind her. Hands clasped behind her back, she shyly turned her face aside, hiding flushed cheeks in the dim light.
Admittedly… the pose was undeniably cute.
But it was *him*.
Back then, the redness came from post-run exhaustion and panic. In the photo? He looked like a shy, flustered girl.
“Pretty, right?”
“Only half her face shows.”
“What choice did I have?” Long Xing shook his head regretfully. “If I’d taken it openly, I’d have scared her off.”
“Sneaking photos is kinda creepy…”
“How’s loving something ‘creepy’?”
An Han let out a slight sigh of relief.
Late night. Streetlamp shadows. Long hair softening his features. Only half a face visible. If no one knew about the cross-dressing… maybe no one would connect the dots.
“I don’t know her. Definitely not family.”
He denied it flatly—just as a sound came from the balcony.
Long Xing waved at Chen Junjie, who’d just entered. “Come here. You know everyone—recognize this girl?”
Chen Junjie glanced. “Isn’t this An Han?”
He paused. “Just a guess. Might be wrong.”
An Han shot back like a cat whose tail got stepped on, fur bristling. “How could it be *me*?!”
*Seconds ago I thought no one would suspect…*
“Exactly! She just looks like An Han,” Long Xing chimed in.
Chen Junjie, surprised by the outburst, shot An Han a curious look. “So… you’re into An Han’s type?”
*Chen Junjie! Must you phrase it like that?!*
An Han and Long Xing glared. Chen Junjie, smirking, settled onto the lower bunk.
The brief tension faded. An Han returned to his computer.
Since getting the system, troubles piled up—but benefits? None.
The Affection trait felt useless. Charm stat points? Even worse.
“I feel totally scammed by this system.”
Wu Dongming poked his head in. “An Han! Log in—duo queue!”
“Don’t you have your own dorm? Stop dropping by!” An Han shot back.
“Weekend boredom. My dorm’s all Honor of Kings or PUBG. Su Peng plays like he’s never held a controller.”
Seeing Wu Dongming reignited An Han’s thoughts.
*Stuff the dress into Wu Dongming’s wardrobe?*
*Or cause chaos when his parents visit next week?*
He couldn’t just forget yesterday—forced into girl’s clothes, caught red-handed by Long Xing.
Malicious revenge plans swirled in his mind.
Meanwhile, Long Xing headed for the balcony to wash up—until Chen Junjie pulled him down.
“Bro Long.”
“What’s up?”
Chen Junjie leaned close, voice low. “That photo… could it really be An Han cross-dressing?”
“No way.”
“His reaction was weird, though. If she meant nothing to him, why panic?”
“Maybe she’s his sister?” Long Xing mused.
Wu Dongming edged closer. “I know him. No sister.”
The two glanced at him.
“What photo? Lemme see!” Wu Dongming plopped onto the bed—acting familiar despite barely knowing them.
An Han’s eyelid twitched. The tiny dorm carried every hushed word.
He scrolled videos calmly, pretending disinterest—but ears strained, catching every syllable.
Long Xing described last night with a blissful smile. To An Han, it was pure terror. To Long Xing? Shy, demure charm.
Wu Dongming, after seeing the photo and hearing the story, declared firmly: “Definitely An Han in girl’s clothes!”
“Impossible! I’m not stupid—I know male from female!”
“But she didn’t say a word? Mute?” Chen Junjie added. “And An Han got back late last night too.”
A cold chill ran down An Han’s spine. His eyelid twitched wildly.
*Done for!*
“Dongming! Weren’t we gaming?” An Han cut in sharply. “Hurry! I’m logged in!”
Wu Dongming had almost spilled what happened at the hotel last night—but one glare from An Han’s furious dark eyes shut him up.
“Next week’s thing—you’ll help?”
“Absolutely!” An Han agreed instantly.
“I’ll head back and log in.”
“Wait! What’s the deal?” Long Xing tried to stop him.
“Nah. Just wanted to mess with An Han.”
Wu Dongming vanished. Long Xing eyed An Han, suspicion lingering.
“Seriously not me! Why would I cross-dress?!” An Han’s voice stayed bold, though his heart hammered. “What sane person does that for fun?!”
“Yeah… I guess you’re right.”
