An Han felt like he was about to collapse.
Before he could even reach the dim corner of the playground, Long Xing stepped out and blocked her path under the bright lights.
He’d walked twenty minutes without issue—but now, at this critical moment, his stockings slipped down! He’d even used double-sided tape to secure them firmly before leaving!
Watching Long Xing approach with excited, hungry eyes, shame and tension surged through An Han like wildfire.
His entire face flushed crimson. The blush spread across his cheeks, creeping down his neck and ears. His head felt stuffed with shame, throbbing as if ready to burst.
His mind went blank. All thoughts burned away, leaving only three words: *I must not be exposed.*
“Have you eaten?”
“Mm.”
He forced out the reply in the falsetto he’d practiced for days. Each syllable tightened his nerves—terrified of slipping up.
Su Peng had warned him: his fake voice sounded off.
“Th-then… how about milk tea?” Long Xing looked down at the girl. At over six feet tall, he caught only a sliver of her profile.
He wanted to lean closer—but that’d seem too creepy.
“N-no, thanks.”
*Is she this nervous?* Long Xing wondered. Maybe he’d been too forward. Or maybe his buzz cut and tattoos made her uneasy—even though he’d worn long sleeves to hide them.
When rejected, he scrambled for another question: “What’s your name? Which class?”
*Right… what name do I use?* An Han froze. He hadn’t prepared one. Making something up risked exposure—especially with class details.
So he buried his head deeper.
*What do I do?! I’ve never been this awkward around a guy!*
*How do I show I’m not interested?!*
If his falsetto were better, he’d refuse outright. But now, he could barely speak word by word—too afraid to lift his face.
And damn it, his stockings slipped again!
Casually hiking them up from his knees, An Han’s cheeks burned hotter.
To Long Xing, it looked like shy affection. After all, *he* was blushing too, stammering like a flustered teen.
“How about just… walking?” Not getting her name didn’t bother him—he could ask on WeChat.
*Be aggressive! Go for it!* Chen Junjie’s advice echoed.
But he didn’t dare…
An Han paused, then pointed to a nearby stone bench.
No way was he parading around campus in a dress with a guy. Cross-dressing alone? Maybe people’d call him a hobbyist. But strolling like it’s a date? That’d spark rumors about his sexuality.
He was at his limit.
An Han slumped onto the bench, utterly defeated.
【Mission Complete. Reward: Randomly obtained Advanced Vocal Skills. Additional reward: Long Xing’s fondness for cross-dressing +5】
Compared to past million-yuan-level rewards, this felt underwhelming. He had zero singer dreams—national-artist vocals meant nothing to him.
He squinted at Long Xing beside him, wearing that awkward smile.
Mission done. More importantly: suspicion cleared.
“Do you… like games?” Long Xing asked carefully, keeping distance. Yet a faint, milky sweetness still reached his nose.
*Milk-like?* His gaze drifted instinctively to her flat chest.
“Not really.”
An Han strained to suppress his natural voice—but the next word slipped out smooth, feminine, utterly natural.
*Wait… the vocal skill?*
Right—some singers switch voices seamlessly.
“Your voice is really nice.”
“Oh?” An Han relaxed slightly. “I don’t play much.”
The last flaw was fixed. As long as no one discovered he was a guy, lovesick Long Xing wouldn’t suspect a thing.
*Though my girl voice *is* kinda cute~ Maybe I can find guys online to carry me in games later.*
Time to strike.
An Han crossed his legs. “You mentioned a roommate who looks like me?”
“Why so chatty now?”
“…”
“His name’s An Han. Yeah, he looks like you.” Long Xing grinned, thinking she’d warmed up. “That guy’d totally cross-dress. I even suspected *you* were him—he was furious.”
“I see…”
An Han adjusted the ribbon hiding his Adam’s apple. Suspicion cleared. Mission complete.
“Do you… like me?”
He aimed to shut this down—no future entanglements forcing him into dresses again.
Long Xing jolted. The burly guy who always got ID-checked at subways now shook his head wildly, face red as a monkey’s butt. “N-no! Never!”
“Mm… I also…” An Han caught himself. He turned slightly, whispering: “I have a boyfriend.”
“Huh?”
“Please don’t bother me again.”
He stood and walked away without looking back.
Long Xing watched her retreating figure, heart shattering.
She matched his dream girl perfectly—in style, vibe, everything.
But she had a boyfriend…
Despair washed over him. He sighed helplessly.
Then—he saw her stop at the field’s center. A guy stood, met her, and they left together.
“Su Peng?”
