At noon, An Han had planned to visit Su Peng in the next dorm, but after knocking, he found the door tightly locked.

Outside, heavy rain still poured—who knew where Su Peng had gone?

Standing in the corridor, An Han felt raindrops splattering against his skin. After a brief silence, he quietly returned to his dorm.

Looks like the task wouldn’t be finished anytime soon.

No real loss, but still… kinda annoying.

This morning had been a perfect chance to bond—and he’d wasted it.

Still, the task had no deadline. He’d find another opening. What worried him most was accidentally doing something Su Peng disliked, causing affection to drop and the mission to fail.

Su Peng had left that morning looking flustered and tense…

*Did I tease him this morning?*

An Han couldn’t figure it out. Why had Su Peng made up an excuse to run?

Could the counselor really have called him during the holiday?

Back in the quiet dorm, he slumped at his desk, chin propped on his hands. Games held no appeal now—his focus had turned inward.

The ache in his chest felt sharper, with a faint swelling.

Left alone, it was bearable. But light pressure brought sharp stabs. Too much fabric friction made the… protrusions obvious, paired with a strange, tingling warmth.

“Guess I’ve been getting… less driven lately.”

An Han stopped worrying about his “steamed buns” and glanced downward.

Since he hadn’t planned to go out, he wore only loose shorts—no outline of his crotch visible.

Problem was, his dick hadn’t stirred in ages.

He hadn’t thought much of it before. Now? Probably broken.

“How tragic.”

True to his easygoing nature, An Han sighed about his fate while already clicking into the game.

“Time to unwind with a match.”

That morning, he’d found a so-called pro in the gaming community to carry him.

After setting up voice chat, he slipped on his headset, took a subtle breath—and out came a crisp, adorable loli voice.

“Big Brother Pro~ Are you logged in?”

“You’re actually a girl?”

An Han’s voice sounded utterly natural—no high-end sound card could fake that authenticity. Hidden behind the screen, the player never suspected a guy was on the other end.

The pro, however, was instantly charmed by the cute, slightly clumsy loli tone. Motivation surged. “I’m on my alt—pulling you in!”

“Listen! We won’t lose a single match today. This rank? I’ll crush it blindfolded!”

“Really? Big Brother Pro is so amazing~”

An Han mimicked a moe anime girl’s tone perfectly, dripping with admiration.

“Obviously! Sis, your voice is seriously cute.”

Faking moe came surprisingly easy to him.

Before, one mistake meant teammates cursing his ancestors. Now? A gentle “it’s okay.” The once-unreachable legend now carried him freely. *This feels amazing.*

“Too bad I play Dota…”

In a game where guys use female IDs to get special treatment, finding a simp pro was pure luck.

Match after match, An Han barely moved. The pro solo-carried them to victory in just over twenty minutes each.

An Han’s eyes crinkled with joy as he swayed gently.

*No wonder girls like simps.*

*So this is the thrill?*

“Big Brother Pro, we won again! You’re so strong~”

“Told ya! I’ve won championships before!”

“So impressive!”

Outside the door, Su Peng froze mid-knock.

He stood listening.

“Ah~ Yes! Right here!”

“They’re ganking me!”

Su Peng scratched his head, bewildered. *Is An Han’s private life this messy?*

*All dormmates went home for National Day… Did he invite a girl over?*

*Or… was that An Han talking? Even scarier.*

“Counter-kill! See how awesome I am?”

*Oh. Just gaming.*

Relief washed over Su Peng. He’d nearly rewritten his entire impression of An Han.

He knocked. No answer. So he pushed the door open.

An Han, still immersed, hadn’t noticed him. Still using that sweet loli voice, he pleaded: “Big Brother Pro! They’re ganking me again! Save me!”

Su Peng stood behind him, silent.

*Typical An Han.*

But he hadn’t expected the voice to be so flawlessly girlish—last time, it’d been awkward.

Watching closer, even An Han’s mannerisms seemed childlike: pale calves tensed under loose shorts, toes curled tight in slippers.

And weirdly… kinda cute. Zero awkwardness.

Then Su Peng remembered—this morning, he’d noticed the subtle swell of An Han’s chest.

*My classmate of three years… could he be a girl?*

*Impossible. Right?*

“Another win!” An Han cheered, laughter bright. “How long’s it been? Almost +100 points!”

“Oh! Gotta use the bathroom—wait one sec!”

He stood, humming cheerfully, then turned—and froze.

His flushed, excited face went pale, then burned crimson to the ears. He stared at Su Peng, forcing a stiff smile. “Y-you… when did you get here?”

*Oh no.*

“Why didn’t you knock?”

Shame flooded his mind, dizzying him.

He’d always been the prankster. Since the system arrived? He’d become the clown.

“I knocked. You didn’t hear.” Su Peng’s voice stayed calm.

“R-really?” An Han looked away guiltily. “I’m… going to the bathroom…”

He bolted toward the balcony like a startled rabbit.

*Done for!*

*Su Peng’ll think I’m a freak! Affection’s plummeting!*

*Gotta fix this!*

*Even if the task fails—I can’t be labeled a creep!*