“Well, look at that~ Nice ass!”

That evening in the dorm, Ning Chu had both hands braced on the desk, leaning over to check the laptop’s Ethernet cable, when a hand suddenly smacked him on the butt.

He instinctively turned around and kicked out.

“Ow, fuck!”

Zhang Shaoqing yelped and dodged to the side, but soon came sidling back with a cheeky grin. “Come on, let’s go buy some fruit. It’s so hot out—you don’t want watermelon?”

“Can’t you just order delivery?”

“That’s expensive! And we’d still have to go off campus to buy a knife...”

“What about a fruit bowl?”

“That’s expensive too, and it might not even be fresh.”

What kind of rich kid pinched pennies over a few bucks like this?

Ning Chu rolled his eyes, not bothering to say more. He checked the Ethernet cable again, made sure the connection was fine, then turned and opened the wardrobe. Rising onto his toes, he peered inside for something to change into that night.

During military training, he showered twice a day.

But his movements were a little sluggish, and his expression uncertain.

At lunch, he’d been sure he felt some extra softness on his chest while showering. He’d panicked a little then, but the break was too short to hog the bathroom for long, so he hadn’t looked into it any further.

Tonight, he’d have to check properly...

Lost in thought, he felt another smack on his butt.

Why was Zhang Shaoqing always so damn handsy?!

Ning Chu spun around, furious, only to find Wen Yang standing behind him this time.

Oh, the male lead. Never mind... He had to stay on good terms with the male lead. When it came time to derail the plot, having him on his side would make things twice as easy.

“Keep your hands to yourself!”

He glared at Wen Yang, then softened his tone a little. “If you’re running for class monitor tomorrow, you should sound out your classmates first.”

“Yeah, I’ve already got it arranged.” Wen Yang nodded with a bright smile. “Most of the girls in class support me.”

Tch. Must be nice to be handsome~

Ning Chu looked Wen Yang up and down, green with envy.

Wen Yang was wearing nothing but a pair of loose shorts. His skin was a light coffee-brown from spending so much time in the sun, and his firm muscles bulged like stone. Eight neat abdominal muscles lined his stomach, while the long muscles at his sides formed a V-shaped line down to his hips.

He had a muscular build, but a rather handsome, refined face. It reminded Ning Chu of the fitness posters of Peng Yuyan he’d seen in his previous life.

So jealous~ Why couldn’t I have transmigrated as the male lead instead of some supporting character who gets screwed over...?

I’d even take being the villain!

Ning Chu’s gaze shifted to Zhang Shaoqing, who was bare-chested.

Zhang Shaoqing didn’t have particularly impressive muscles, but even without any special talent, that face of his could’ve made him an internet celebrity in Ning Chu’s previous life.

And then there was Ning Chu himself...

Skinny arms and legs, a face like an underdeveloped little boy, and a voice that leaned toward androgynous. He didn’t even weigh a hundred pounds.

He was only a little better off than Wang Jie, the shut-in who was half-dead after running two laps.

Sighing at the unfairness of it all, Ning Chu found his pajamas and got ready to take a shower.

But the moment he turned around, he saw Zhang Shaoqing grab a pair of underwear and rush into the bathroom ahead of him.

“What’s his deal...?”

“That’s just how he is. He likes messing with people.”

Wen Yang leaned against the ladder on Ning Chu’s bunk, fiddling with his phone. He hesitated before asking, “Ning Chu, can you help me narrow it down?”

“Narrow what down?”

“Girlfriends.” He ran a hand through his short hair, looking troubled. “Girls from other classes have added me too. They’re sending me photos and asking me to be their boyfriend.”

Because of his family situation, he’d never even held a woman’s hand before college. Now that so many girls were chasing after him, he didn’t know what to do.

“...”

All Ning Chu could do was stare at him, eyes wide with envy.

“Why bother choosing? Have them all!” Wang Jie called out, egging him on.

Ning Chu grabbed an empty bottle and threw it at Wang Jie without hesitation. “Quit stirring things up!”

What the hell do you mean, have them all?!

Once Wen Yang got a taste, it’d be a lot harder to stop him from going out and spending the night with girls!

“I can’t do that. I’ve barely even talked to girls before. I couldn’t handle more than one.” Wen Yang shook his head and complained, “Take Lingling yesterday, for example. I had dinner with her in the cafeteria, and she got mad out of nowhere. I just don’t get women.”

No wonder you agreed so readily when Zhang Shaoqing asked you to break up with her.

But Lingling got mad...? Chances are, you just didn’t give her what she wanted.

After all, she was a female character in an erotic novel. The usual reason girls like her got angry was that their desires weren’t being satisfied.

“What’s so great about women? Games are way better.” Ning Chu slipped in a little propaganda, trying to brainwash Wen Yang. “Think about it—hundreds of people and millions of dollars go into making those games. Aren’t they better than women? Even duo-queuing is more fun!”

Wen Yang paused, then turned to look at him. “No thanks. Playing games with you is pure torture.”

“That’s just because I haven’t played much!”

A man’s pride in gaming kicked in at once. Even with a 0–16 record, he’d never admit he sucked.

Ning Chu folded his arms and pursed his lips in protest. “Give me a couple more weeks to get used to the game, and I’ll carry you!”

Games like LOL and CSGO were popular in this world too, but he didn’t know the characters at all. Even with his experience from his previous life, he’d still have to go through a beginner phase.

“I used to be Diamond I, you know,” he muttered, opening the game. Then he sharply lifted his head and narrowed his eyes at Wen Yang beside him.

Only then did Wen Yang look away, awkwardly rubbing the bridge of his nose.

From where Wen Yang was standing, he could see Ning Chu’s smooth, pale collarbones through the wide neckline. Looking a little lower, he seemed to catch the faintest hint of a rise beneath them.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Why are you staring at me?

Ning Chu felt deeply uncomfortable. Just then, Zhang Shaoqing came back into the room, dripping wet, so Ning Chu grabbed his pajamas and shot out toward the balcony, nearly sending Zhang Shaoqing stumbling.

“Fuck!” Zhang Shaoqing started to turn around and curse him out, but Ning Chu had already run out of the dorm and slammed the back door shut. All he could do was grumble, “In such a hurry to change your pad? What’s with all the running around the dorm?”

In the bathroom, Ning Chu had already taken off all his clothes. He stood naked on the tiled floor, head bowed as he stared at his flat chest, lost in thought.

Sure, he was flat-chested—but only compared to women.

He covered his chest with both hands and frowned, feeling the slight ache beneath his nipples and the soft, squishy texture.

“It’s confirmed. They’re developing.”

“Could I have some kind of intersex condition? Was I actually a girl to begin with?”

But girls didn’t develop this fast, did they? It’d only been a few days, and there was already extra flesh.

He parted his legs slightly and looked down.

Come to think of it, since transmigrating, Ning Chu’s little guy hadn’t perked up once—not even first thing in the morning. But it wasn’t like he was free of desire. His mind sometimes filled with lewd thoughts, and he occasionally felt the urge.

It was just that there were two wolves nearby—the male lead and the villain—and as the supporting character who’d get devoured by both of them in the original story, he didn’t dare let himself go.

Besides, who did that kind of thing in a dorm?

“I’m afraid this really is punishment for messing with the plot...”

“That’s the worst!”