At eight PM, the suburban school campus remained brightly lit.

Students’ nightlife mostly meant gaming together in dorms or hanging out at off-campus food stalls and entertainment spots.

The sports field occupied a quiet corner of campus. Inside the 400-meter track lay evergreen artificial turf. Nearby stood a wire-fenced basketball court, with a small section marked for pool tables.

Though floodlights bathed the field in daylight-like brightness, one corner stayed dark—a streetlamp broken for two weeks, still unrepaired.

Long Xing arrived spotless after washing his face three times with cleanser. He wore a tight short-sleeved shirt hugging his muscles and athletic shorts.

“I wonder what her name is,” he muttered under the faulty lamp, glancing around. Not seeing the girl, he settled on a stone bench nearby and waited patiently.

He’d come half an hour early—determined not to make a bad impression on their first official date.

Meanwhile, An Han had left the hotel, Su Peng trailing closely behind with a peculiar expression.

That afternoon with An Han had been Su Peng’s most grueling half-day ever.

Though An Han’s cross-dressing was merely average—resembling an ordinary girl—he was nearly flawless. Aside from faintly masculine mannerisms, there was zero hint he was male.

If spotted on the street, Su Peng would’ve assumed it was a “female version” of An Han, like those viral online edits—never suspecting cross-dressing.

Plus, this guy’s figure was *too* perfect for dresses, wasn’t it?

All afternoon, Su Peng had almost started seeing An Han as a girl.

Thankfully, An Han’s voice remained deeply masculine.

“Hmm! Hmph! Cough!”

Stepping out of the hotel entrance, An Han cleared his throat deliberately, turned with a sweet smile, and chirped, “Brother Su Peng~”

Startled by the suddenly soft, feminine voice, Su Peng stumbled back, eyes wide with shock.

“How was that? Practiced this voice for two days.”

“I-it’s… okay?” Su Peng scratched his head awkwardly. “Sounds strained. Kinda weird.”

“Mm. So I’ll only use it if absolutely necessary,” An Han said with a firm nod.

Two days of voice practice couldn’t achieve perfection. But his cross-dressing persona was a shy, quiet girl—speaking little made perfect sense.

Past eight PM, off-campus streets buzzed with students, lively and packed.

Last time he went out cross-dressing was at 3 AM—dark streets, nearly empty.

Exiting the hotel’s alley, An Han froze at the dense crowd and ducked behind Su Peng without hesitation.

“What’s wrong?” Su Peng turned, noticing a faint blush already dusting An Han’s cheeks.

“Nothing. Let’s go to school,” An Han said calmly, though his eyes darted nervously across the crowd.

*What if someone realizes I’m a guy…?*

Streetlights lit the night, but nowhere near daytime brightness. The real problem? So. Many. People.

What if someone sharp-eyed noticed?

“Scared?” Su Peng chuckled. “You seemed happy in that outfit this afternoon. Now you’re getting cold feet?”

“When did I seem happy?” An Han shot back instantly.

He flatly denied Su Peng’s completely made-up remark.

When it came to stubborn denials, An Han’s words could crack walnuts.

“Don’t worry, your cross-dressing…” Su Peng paused, gaze complex as he studied An Han’s hands.

Logically, spotting a cross-dresser relied on bone structure, joints, hands. Even perfect makeup couldn’t hide those flaws—cross-dressing was one thing; bone-shrinking kung fu was pure fantasy.

But An Han… was this a natural gift? How had he never noticed An Han’s delicate, girl-like frame before?

His hands were fair and slender, unlike a man’s roughness; even his elbows looked smooth.

“…is perfect. No one will notice.”

“Really?”

An Han believed it too, yet a trace of unease lingered.

He wasn’t worried about strangers—but classmates? Not everyone was as chill as Su Peng. One blabbermouth, and by tomorrow, news would spread across his entire social circle. Social death.

Head lowered, he followed Su Peng with tiny, hesitant steps, carefully hiding his face in Su Peng’s shadow.

“Never seen you like this,” Su Peng teased, hands in pockets. “You look even more like a girl now—soft, cute, the whole package.”

“Shut up!” An Han snapped, face flushed crimson.

They reached the sports field unnoticed. An Han couldn’t tell if students stayed silent out of politeness or his disguise was truly flawless.

His eyes locked on the dark corner—and Long Xing’s silhouette within.

Even as just a shadow, that build and the aura keeping everyone five meters away? Undeniably Long Xing.

“I’ll head back?” Su Peng stretched. “Still got homework.”

“Hold on. We’ll leave together. Save me a copy of your homework.”

An Han took a deep breath and walked straight toward Long Xing.

Normally, his stride was bold and slightly splayed like most guys’. But now, nerves, fear, and shame shrank his steps into tiny, shuffling movements.

Head down, bangs shielding his face, hands clasped tightly in front—tense, unsure.

When Long Xing looked up, he saw a shy, adorable girl—like a sweet next-door neighbor—walking gracefully toward him.

“She really looks like An Han… but way prettier,” he mumbled, then hurried to stand.

“H-hi,” he stammered upon reaching her. All rehearsed lines vanished.

“Mm…” The girl subtly bent to adjust her slipping thigh-high socks.

*Her voice is so soft~*

*And secretly fixing her socks? So cute~*

That single sound spiked Long Xing’s heartbeat. He broke into a goofy grin and swallowed hard.

“Um… uh…” He scrambled for words. “Have you… eaten yet?”