“Ning Chu is seriously awful at games. He can’t even recognize all the skills, and he keeps zoning out.”

“After you guys went to sleep last night, I played with him for two hours. Didn’t win a single round.”

Eight in the morning. The school’s main sports field.

The four roommates had already made it to the grass on the sports field. They sat together with their legs crossed while Wen Yang complained about Ning Chu’s terrible gaming skills.

“So that’s why he never plays games with us. He’s just that bad.”

“Hey, Ning Chu, why are you shutting yourself off again?”

Ning Chu sat by himself off to the side, arms wrapped around his knees and his body curled into a ball. He rested his chin on his knees and stared blankly ahead.

At Zhang Shaoqing’s question, he lazily turned his gaze toward them, glanced at the three of them, and answered listlessly, “My stomach hurts.”

The sharp pain in Ning Chu’s lower abdomen had woken him up at six that morning. It hadn’t let up since, and it was still tormenting him now.

“Did something you ate upset your stomach?”

Zhang Shaoqing, who was supposed to be the villain, scooted closer and asked with concern.

He curled up even tighter, his lips turning pale as he grumbled, “That Sichuan restaurant must’ve been the problem.”

“Really? I don’t feel any pain.” Zhang Shaoqing turned to look at the others. “What about you guys? Any diarrhea? If something’s wrong, I’ll go talk to them at lunch.”

“Nope.” Wen Yang shook his head. “Maybe Ning Chu just can’t handle spicy food?”

“I just drank a little too much. My head hurts, too.”

Wang Jie clutched his head and flopped backward onto the grass.

Since none of the others seemed to have a problem, Zhang Shaoqing turned back to Ning Chu. “We’re about to line up. Why don’t you go to the bathroom real quick?”

“Forget it.”

If that would’ve helped, Ning Chu wouldn’t still be in pain.

He suspected the chronic gastritis he’d had in his previous life had followed him into this world.

Luckily, the pain was persistent but not too intense. It just left him too drained to do anything.

“Time to line up! Get up, get up!”

Their class advisor spotted them still sitting on the grass and came over to hurry them along. Then he kicked Wen Yang in the butt. “Move it! Did you eat breakfast? Don’t collapse and embarrass yourselves on the first day of military training.”

“Breakfast? What’s that?”

“We didn’t get up until seven fifty. Who had time for breakfast?”

Laughing and joking, they got to their feet and followed the class assistant toward their assembly point. Ning Chu trailed along with his eyes half-open, still looking completely listless.

Once the class had formed its ranks, Ning Chu ended up in the very front row because of his height. He hadn’t been too happy about it—until he saw the legally adult loli beside him, just over 1.4 meters tall with a D-cup. His spirits lifted instantly.

Looking farther down the girls’ line, he spotted lolis, girls, mature women, beast-eared girls, Succubi, elves...

They had all kinds of types—and even non-human girls.

As expected of a world based on an erotic novel. Every horny guy’s dream!

Ning Chu straightened up. Compared to the girl beside him, who was only 1.4 meters tall, even the height he’d felt self-conscious about now gave him a chance to hold his head high.

Just like military training at a university in his previous life, the new students formed long rows. On the stage ahead, several school officials took the microphones and launched into long-winded speeches.

The early morning sun grew hotter and hotter. At first, Ning Chu had been interested in checking out the 1.4-meter-tall girl beside him, but once the sun started beating down and he’d listened to the speech for barely two minutes, he began to feel groggy and yawned nonstop.

Do school officials in every world love spouting so much nonsense...

The officials’ words went in one ear and out the other. Ning Chu yawned, one hand pressed to his cramping lower abdomen, and stood there in a daze. By the time he came to, a military instructor was standing right in front of him.

“Forward march! Keep up!”

Now that he thought about it, wasn’t there supposed to be no military-training plot in the novel?

Ning Chu followed the instructor’s steps on instinct, his head swimming as he tried to recall the novel’s plot.

There really wasn’t!

That meant that for the next two weeks of military training, he didn’t have to worry about the plot turning one of his roommates into a harem-loving scumbag and the other into a villain.

The thought lifted his spirits, even through the pain in his stomach.

The class followed the instructor to a corner of the sports field. Under his directions, they formed up and stood ramrod straight, with their hands pressed against their thighs.

“We’ll start with standing at attention. Ten minutes.”

Even though this was a world based on an erotic novel, people here were pretty normal when the plot wasn’t moving.

Ning Chu had worried that people in this world might have unusually open values, but after spending time with them, he’d found they weren’t much different from people in his previous life.

Military training was always boring, especially standing at attention.

The sun overhead grew fiercer. A layer of sweat had already formed on his forehead and back, and the pain in his lower abdomen surged harder. He could only frown and focus all his attention on enduring it.

His fingertips began to tingle. The numbness spread through his limbs, and his breathing grew heavier without him realizing it.

Ning Chu suddenly realized something was wrong, but every movement felt impossibly difficult. He lifted a foot to take a step forward, and in that instant, his mind went completely blank.

When his senses returned, he realized he was sitting on the ground.

He instinctively looked around, and saw his classmates’ attention turn toward him.

His face burned with embarrassment. Ning Chu never would’ve guessed he’d be the first person in the whole class to collapse.

He wasn’t even as tough as the girls.

Wen Yang had already jogged over and crouched beside him. “Ning Chu, are you okay? Why did you suddenly collapse?”

“I just... got a little dizzy.”

Zhang Shaoqing came over too, and immediately started teasing him. “Your constitution’s worse than a girl’s. Seriously, should we just take a trip to Thailand?”

That villain really had a nasty mouth!

Ning Chu shot him an irritated look. “My stomach hurts today because you took me out to eat something bad last night.”

“We’re all fine. Maybe you’ve got your period~”

It was only a teasing remark, without any real malice, but Ning Chu’s pupils shrank in shock. He froze on the spot.

Holy crap! My period?!

No way, right?!

The instructor had come over too. Seeing that Ning Chu seemed all right, he patted Wen Yang on the shoulder. “You two, take him to the infirmary and get him some glucose water.”

“Make sure he eats breakfast before training tomorrow. Otherwise, his body might not be able to take it.”

“Come on, let’s go. Don’t just sit there.” Wen Yang gently nudged Ning Chu’s shoulder. “Quit spacing out.”

Zhang Shaoqing leaned in and peered at his vacant stare. “Did you pass out again?”

“No...”

Ning Chu had recovered by now. With the two of them supporting him, he got to his feet, and his complexion gradually improved.

It was just Zhang Shaoqing teasing him. Why was he taking it so seriously?

He’d checked over and over during this time! He had everything a man should have, without a single thing missing!