National Day holiday, and An Han had already made his plans.
Not taking a part-time job, not going out to play—he stayed put in his dorm, holed up for seven straight days and nights.
Truth be told, he wasn’t the type to stay cooped up. A few days of downtime felt relaxing; any longer, and anxiety would creep in.
But the real issue? He genuinely didn’t dare wander around.
What if he accidentally triggered a task?
Easy tasks meant rising stats—and a steadily more feminine appearance and physique.
Hard tasks? Not only impossible to finish, but they’d drag in a chain of messy consequences.
And randomly picking one just to ignore it… staring at unreachable rewards felt worse than avoiding triggers altogether.
These days, he had to soothe Long Xing online and master that so-called “moe physique trait” until he could control it at will—just to dodge daily teasing about being “girly.”
At eight sharp, An Han woke up on schedule, same as class days.
The dorm was quiet, only faint bird chirps drifting through the window.
He stretched lazily, twisted slightly on the bed, then slowly sat up.
Skipping wash-up, he slumped at his desk, chin propped on one hand, clicking web pages mindlessly.
His brain always felt groggy right after waking.
After dazing awhile, he finally remembered the main thing.
Long Xing’s WeChat contact had been added last night. Heart thumping nervously, An Han opened the app—only to find zero messages from Long Xing.
A tiny weight lifted… yet worry tangled his thoughts. What to say?
Just come clean? Brother Long added him via phone number—he must’ve pieced it together already.
But telling a dorm mate, “The girl you like is actually me”? Way too awkward…
“Too hard… Thank goodness it’s online.”
An Han patted his chest nervously—*thwap*—his palm landed squarely on his “steamed buns,” soft and unmistakable.
His face darkened. He glanced down, then let out a helpless sigh.
“Never triggering the system again.”
“Never cross-dressing again!”
He stood without hesitation, packed the full feminine outfit, and stuffed it into a trash bag.
The dorm’s trash bin sat at the corridor’s far corner. Less than two minutes later, An Han rushed back inside.
*Please don’t let a cleaner find discarded girls’ clothes in the boys’ dorm…*
Even if untraceable, the thought alone burned with shame.
Muttering inwardly, he returned to his desk, cradled his phone, and after a deep breath, typed two words: “Are you there?”
He hated receiving that message himself—but nerves left him clueless.
Then—*ping!* Long Xing, clearly phone-in-hand, replied instantly: “Xiao Han?”
An Han’s composure shattered.
Alone in the dorm, his cheeks still flushed crimson.
His head felt like a boiling kettle. Shame surged, scorching his thoughts until dizziness swallowed coherence.
“So it really is you?”
No emoticons, yet An Han vividly pictured Long Xing’s heartbroken face.
This was his first love.
Shame and guilt choked him. Hand covering his face, he felt he’d never face anyone after the holiday.
If Long Xing knew… Chen Junjie probably did too.
Given Junjie’s personality and their history, the whole class would know in days.
“Does Junjie know?”
“No.”
An Han exhaled slightly. “How did you…?”
A pause. Then Long Xing’s weary reply: “You never drank milk before.”
“…”
“And lately, you’ve been acting weird.”
“Added your number on a whim… and yeah.”
“Tried your QQ too. Same result.”
*Should’ve made a new account…*
Regret twisted in An Han’s chest.
【Prompt: Long Xing’s affection for An Han in feminine attire has transferred to An Han himself.】
An Han froze.
Did this mean Long Xing, after discovering the truth, now liked *him*—regardless of gender?!
If so… terrifying. He’d rather take a beating.
Shame couldn’t stop him. He typed bluntly: “You don’t… *like* me, do you?!”
“?”
That single question mark eased his tension.
“You’re not mad?” he asked carefully.
Long Xing rarely got angry—but that’s why An Han feared it.
They say quiet guys snap hardest… and Long Xing was burly *and* gentle.
“No.”
“I’m sorry!” An Han apologized. “When you’re back, I’ll treat you!”
“No need. Let it go.”
Relief flooded him. He muttered, “Brother Long really is the most magnanimous~”
*I used to fear a beating… totally underestimated his grace.*
“Finally resolved.”
“But the system’s affection level…”
He recalled the warning: keep it under 80. Past 100? Unknown consequences.
What was Long Xing’s level *now*?
Even if he said “no,” his heart might say otherwise.
“Check affection level.”
“Hello? Check Long Xing’s affection toward me!”
He muttered to empty air—knowing this dumb system never answered.
(He’d tried countless times.)
【Affection requirement met. System upgrade unlocked: view attributes, affection… new tasks, rewards.】
“Huh?!”
Someone’s affection hit the threshold?
*Had* to be Long Xing.
【Option 1: Confess to Long Xing while cross-dressing. Reward: System upgrade, Luck trait.
Option 2: Raise Su Peng’s affection by 20. Reward: System upgrade, Casual Outfit item.
Option 3: Wear women’s swimsuit for one day. Reward: System upgrade, +1 attribute point.】
Ugh. Triggered again.
An Han covered his face. Long Xing was back home, attitude unclear—cross-dressing confession? Way too risky!
…But the other two options were just as outrageous.
