Being mistaken for a girl really caught An Han off guard.

Sure, his figure had been getting more and more feminine. But as far as he knew, his voice hadn't really changed, right?

Still full of confusion, An Han pushed open the dorm door. Inside, only Wang Sheng was left, packing his luggage.

"The other two went back already?"

"They bolted right after class with their suitcases."

After today, it'd be National Day break. All his roommates would be leaving. And An Han would finally be able to toss the girls' clothes away with ease, completely getting rid of any chance of being exposed.

He wouldn't have to worry about getting beaten up anymore, either.

Just thinking about it made his mood stabilize. He even felt a little excited.

He could finally shake off the aftereffects of that first mission!

Leaning against the wardrobe with his arms crossed, he asked Wang Sheng, "What about you? Any plans for National Day?"

"Going to a tryout."

"A tryout?"

"A club asked me to come give it a shot."

Wang Sheng had always dreamed of going pro in esports. Everyone in class knew that. Quite a few people even liked to joke about how unrealistic it was.

An Han wasn't optimistic either, but he didn't say much. He just yawned and urged, "Can you still make your ride at this pace? You're moving way too slow."

"I'll make it."

There wasn't much else to say, so An Han switched to something he actually cared about.

"Wang Sheng, how's my voice?"

"My voice?"

"No, I mean when you hear me talk... do I sound girly?"

He'd heard that when you listen to your own voice, bone conduction makes it sound fuller than it really is, so you couldn't trust that. Recording devices could distort it too.

Wang Sheng turned back to look at him and answered after some thought, "It used to be fine. But lately... maybe you've caught a cold? Your voice sounds kind of... neutral?"

"Neutral?"

Sure enough, An Han had always thought his voice sounded deep and manly.

Then no wonder people mistook him for a girl. Neutral voice, neutral appearance, and today the system had even added that stupid "cute mannerisms" trait...

He walked over to the bed absentmindedly and rose onto his toes to look at his bunk on the top.

The moment he looked, his heartbeat suddenly sped up.

"Wang Sheng! Did someone touch my bed?" His voice sharpened without him realizing it.

Wang Sheng turned to him in surprise. "No idea."

An Han swallowed.

Ever since Wang Sheng had found the bag of girls' clothes hidden in the corner of his desk last time, he'd started keeping them close to him on the bed.

After all, his roommates weren't going to climb onto his bed and dig through his blanket and pillow. In theory, as long as he was careful, that should've been the safest place in the dorm.

But the problem was—

The blanket had obviously been moved.

"Did we lock the door when we left for class at noon?"

"I think so? Long-ge was in charge of that. He wouldn't forget."

An Han climbed onto the bed with a deep frown. He lifted the blanket and checked the girls' clothes, and his heart grew even more uneasy.

The clothes themselves hadn't been touched. But the blanket had clearly been lifted, and not even carefully hidden. At most, whoever did it had just stuffed the clothes back under it.

"What happened?" Wang Sheng had already finished packing. He looked up at An Han on the top bunk. "A thief?"

"Someone came in and touched my stuff."

"As long as nothing's missing." Wang Sheng had just started to comfort him, then suddenly realized something. "Wait, it was probably the counselor, right? Didn't they say in the group chat there'd be a hygiene inspection this afternoon?"

An Han held back his anger and demanded, "A hygiene inspection went all the way onto my bed?"

"You didn't read the notice? It said stuff like keeping your blanket folded neatly."

For a moment, he didn't even know what to say. He could only let out a faint sigh.

If it was the counselor, then... it should be fine, right?

He just hoped it wasn't some student who knew him.

His phone buzzed. Another WeChat friend request.

These past few days, Long Xing had been faithfully carrying out the strategy he'd discussed with Chen Junjie, stubbornly trying to add An Han again and again.

An Han's already bad mood instantly turned even darker.

"I'm heading out, okay?" Seeing that his expression looked awful, Wang Sheng showed rare concern. "Be careful staying in the dorm by yourself."

"Got it."

An Han let out a miserable sigh and flopped onto the bed.

When the dorm door shut, the room was left with nothing but the sound of his slightly heavy breathing.

He was seriously about to die of anger.

Why had there been one accident after another lately, all hitting him so fast he couldn't even keep up?

He took off his jacket, then used his hand to measure his little steamed buns. There wasn't any obvious change, which counted as good news for him.

"The binder I bought should arrive tomorrow."

"But if I use a binder, what am I supposed to do when I wash it?"

He hadn't thought much when he placed the order. Only now did An Han realize that in a shared dorm environment, a binder was basically impractical. It was hard to use, and even harder to hide.

Right now, wearing a jacket could barely cover things up...

But because of that, in the middle of summer, An Han hadn't dared shower for almost two days. He was afraid his roommates would notice something off about his body if they saw him bathing.

"What a trash system."

He cursed under his breath, then pulled out his phone and opened WeChat.

He was the kind of person who couldn't stand seeing a red notification dot on any app, whether on his phone or computer. So even though he knew the friend request was just Long Xing harassing him again, he'd still tap in and clear it.

But the moment he did, his heart nearly stopped again.

"Added by phone number?"

"I..."

"Did I link my phone number to WeChat?"

Wouldn't that mean Long Xing had successfully used An Han's phone number to find the WeChat account of the girl he liked?

That last crossdressing meetup should've completely killed Long Xing's suspicions, right? So why was he still trying to add him by phone number?

Didn't that mean...

he was completely exposed?

Cold sweat broke out across his back at once. His heart pounded wildly. He was panicking like crazy, but had no idea what to do.

Reject it. Right now!

But just as his thumb was about to hit the reject button, An Han suddenly reconsidered and realized things probably weren't as bad as he'd imagined.

After all, Long Xing had already gone home for the holiday. No matter how pissed he was, he couldn't exactly fly back to the dorm and beat him up.

An Han calmed down a little, but he still couldn't figure out where he'd slipped up.

"Could the person who flipped my blanket have been Long-ge?"

"But Long-ge isn't that kind of person..."

These past few days, to cover up that so-called milky scent on him, he'd forced himself to drink a carton of milk with every meal. Every now and then, he'd even put on a little act in front of his roommates and friends, pretending he'd spilled milk on his clothes or pants.

Whenever he was around his roommates, he'd already done his best to restrain those feminine mannerisms. Every morning, the moment he woke up, he'd put on his jacket while still in bed, even though Chen Junjie had mocked him for it more than once.

And the girls' clothes had only been discovered today. Yet so far, no one had mocked him or tried to blackmail him over it.

By all logic, his cover should've been airtight.

An Han truly couldn't figure it out. He could only stare silently at the friend request.

Thankfully, coming clean to Long Xing online was still less awkward than facing him in person.

And he wouldn't have to worry about getting his head punched off after saying two sentences.

These seven days of National Day break should be enough time for Long Xing to cool down too.

"What even is this~" he wailed, clutching his head as he rolled half a turn across the bed.

The school beds were ridiculously tiny. Half a roll was already the limit.

But what if Long Xing was some kind of freak who cared about looks, not gender?!

That guy's Bilibili and Douyin recommendations had plenty of femboy creators in them!