"Ugh… my head hurts."
An Han had already rejected the same friend request three times. Now, he just tossed his phone aside—out of sight, out of mind.
Behind him, Long Xing and Chen Junjie were openly discussing—right in front of the "victim"—how to harass the girl (who was, of course, An Han himself).
"It's no use! She's completely ignoring me now."
"What if I add her using my WeChat?"
"Is there any other way?"
An Han was convinced Long Xing had been completely led astray by Chen Junjie's toxic advice. Sure, some girls were soft-spoken and might reluctantly give in after persistent male attention—but relationships built that way were never healthy. Chen Junjie's string of breakups proved that point well enough.
"Give it a rest," An Han turned around, legs crossed, delivering a blunt reality check. "You don't even know her name! She clearly isn't interested—why keep throwing yourself at her just to get rejected?"
Long Xing let out a mournful sigh.
Seizing the moment, An Han pressed on: "Can't you just pick someone else? There are thousands of girls on campus—why fixate on just one?"
"It's just… she's special," Long Xing said, resting his chin in his hand, a dreamy smile creeping onto his face as he recalled their "date." "She's not even that pretty, but every time she spoke, my heart raced. Just being near her made me happy…"
"…"
An Han shuddered, his scalp prickling with disgust.
There's no way I can stay in this dorm anymore.
He decided then and there: his cross-dressed persona had to vanish for good. Long Xing no longer suspected him, and every additional time he wore women's clothes only increased the risk of exposure.
He'd find a time when all his roommates were out and quietly dump the entire outfit in the trash.
"An Han!"
The dorm door burst open. Wu Dongming rushed in, grabbed An Han's hand, and yanked him straight out into the hallway.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
An Han was too stunned to resist and was dragged out before he could react.
Wu Dongming first glanced around furtively like a guilty thief, then whispered urgently: "Tomorrow night's Friday! My parents are coming!"
"So? Let them come."
An Han had almost forgotten what Wu Dongming even wanted from him.
"But you've gotta help clear my name!"
An Han instantly tensed up. He yanked his hand free, leaned an elbow on the balcony railing, and nodded firmly: "Don't worry! Your problem is my problem, bro!"
"I'll just tell your parents it was all a joke—that your sexuality is totally straight! Sound good?"
"Like hell it does! You're gonna dress up as my girlfriend!"
An Han shook his head violently. "Absolutely not! Not in this lifetime!"
Before Wu Dongming could argue, An Han narrowed his eyes suspiciously and scrutinized the other's face. "Wait… you don't… like my cross-dressing, do you?"
"Get lost! I'm not some freak!"
"Spread the word!" An Han shouted back into the dorm. "Wu Dongming just called Long Ge a pervert!"
When no one inside responded, he lowered his voice again: "Then why are you so dead set on me cross-dressing? Aren't you scared I'll slip up and get exposed?"
Wu Dongming slung an arm around his shoulders, grinning as he pressed his face close. "Big bro~ If I show them I've got a girlfriend, my parents will give me an extra two thousand yuan a month!"
An Han craned his neck backward, trying to create distance. "You're scamming your own parents now?"
"It's not scamming! It's a reasonable lifestyle upgrade!"
"You're such a filial son," An Han sneered sarcastically.
[Option 1: Reject Wu Dongming's request and tell him to get lost. Reward: One-time Lucky Coupon
Option 2: Accept his request and pretend to be his girlfriend to deceive his parents. Reward: Full set of "CD" equipment
Option 3: Find him a real girlfriend within one day. Reward: Random stat point]
Wait—now the system's jumping in too?!
An Han skimmed the prompt. Judging by past rewards—like that million-yuan apartment—this task's prizes seemed modest, meaning the challenge probably wasn't extreme.
Rejecting outright would obviously backfire: Wu Dongming would likely expose An Han's cross-dressing secret to everyone. That's why Option 1 offered the highest reward—but the "difficulty" was laughable (just say "no"), though the consequences would be unbearable.
Accepting meant cross-dressing again and helping Wu Dongming lie to his parents. Morally, An Han hated the idea—and what even was "CD equipment"? CDs? Who even uses optical drives anymore?!
"What if… I find you a real girlfriend instead?" An Han didn't commit yet, just testing the waters.
Wu Dongming immediately grew suspicious, stepping back with full alertness. "What are you planning?"
"I'll find you a girl to fool your parents! That's gotta be better than me dressing up as your fake girlfriend, right?"
"You're an idiot! It's literally tomorrow—how's that even possible?"
So Option 3 was the hardest… yet offered the lousiest reward.
An Han groaned, raking his fingers through his already messy hair until it resembled a bird's nest.
He hadn't even sorted out his own mess, and now he had to fix Wu Dongming's?
"Hey, you smell kinda nice—kinda sweet," Wu Dongming suddenly noticed a milky fragrance near his nose.
"You stink," An Han shot back automatically.
Then, without hesitation, he accepted Option 3 and rolled his eyes at Wu Dongming. "Fine. I'll find you a girlfriend. Deal."
"If you can't find one, you're doing it yourself," Wu Dongming said, clearly not believing a girlfriend could be found in a day.
"Fine. I'll do it myself," An Han sighed in resignation.
"An Han! There's a bag behind your desk! Is it yours?"
Wang Sheng's voice suddenly rang out from inside the dorm.
!!!
An Han's heart skipped a beat. Cold sweat burst from every pore. His palms—front and back—were instantly drenched.
My cross-dressing outfit!
In the next second, he spun around and charged back into the dorm, slamming the door so hard it echoed. Everyone inside stared at him in shock.
"What bag?"
He turned to Wang Sheng, who had just turned on his phone's flashlight and was peering into the narrow gap between An Han's desk and the wall.
"I think there's a bag in there—my charging cable fell in," Wang Sheng said, then noticed An Han was sweating bullets. "You okay?"
"It's just… an old shoe bag of mine."
"Why shove it so deep…?"
"Old shoes. Don't wear them anymore."
An Han forced a cheerful tone, dropped to his knees, and dove under the desk before anyone else could move. "I'll get it for you—your cable, right?"
He rolled up his pant leg, ignored the dusty floor, and crawled in headfirst, butt sticking up in the air as he reached deep into the crevice.
Phew… good thing I reacted fast.
If Wang Sheng had gotten there first, An Han would've had to watch helplessly as he pulled out that bag—and then the dress inside it…