An Han's premonition had been right.
Once his Physique attribute maxed out, even if his cross-dressing secret got exposed, he wouldn't have to worry about Long Xing beating him to a pulp.
By then, suitors wouldn't exactly be breaking down his door—but they'd definitely be lining up.
Yet, he felt not the slightest bit happy about it.
"I knew this system was messed up…"
"What kind of system encourages a guy to flirt with other guys?"
"What kind of system transforms a man into a girl?"
"Are you freaking insane?!"
Curled up under his blanket, An Han choked back tears, nearly sobbing aloud.
This was just too tragic.
He reached down and gently touched the tiny, newly sprouted "Wangzai buns" on his chest—those soft, tender mounds that had appeared overnight—and felt utterly helpless.
At first, he'd imagined the system would effortlessly make him the richest man in the world.
But soon he realized the tasks were too difficult and the side effects too severe. He'd decided to stop dreaming big and just focus on maxing out his attributes first…
Who could've guessed the attributes themselves were an even deeper trap!
"Judging by this… my body's turning into a girl's body, my face is becoming a girl's face, and my charm… must be the kind that attracts guys."
What even *was* this cursed system?
"Xiao Han, get up—it's time for class."
As usual, Long Xing was the first to rise. After washing up, he came over to An Han's bed and tapped his quilt. "Come on, if you don't get up now, you'll be late."
After a moment, An Han poked his head out from under the covers—hair messy, eyes bloodshot, staring miserably at Long Xing.
"What's wrong with you?" Long Xing blinked in surprise.
"Stayed up too late last night…"
He yawned lazily and stretched out on the bed like a cat. "Can you sign me in? I'm skipping class this morning."
"No way—you know today's a major class. You know how that professor is."
An Han let out a lifeless sigh.
That professor only took attendance twice a semester—but if you missed either one, you automatically failed and had to wait until next semester for a retake.
"Then… can you ask the counselor to get me excused?"
"You'd have to go to the counselor yourself."
At that moment, An Han looked unusually delicate and melancholic. His dark eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and his red-rimmed eyes gave him a strangely sorrowful, almost ethereal beauty—so much so that Long Xing felt an overwhelming urge to protect him.
Hesitating for a second, Long Xing said, driven by that instinct: "How about I go ask the counselor for you first? If it doesn't work, you can go yourself."
An Han nodded listlessly.
He wasn't actually unwilling to go to class—he just couldn't bear showing up with those "steamed buns" on his chest and those embarrassingly prominent… *points*.
He didn't dare gamble that his roommates were blind, nor did he dare walk into class and endure everyone's stares.
Even if they were tiny—pathetically small—he was still terrified.
"Aunt Flo visiting?" Chen Junjie, now awake and sitting on his bed tying his shoes, teased with a smirk. "Want me to buy you some brown sugar and boil you some ginger water?"
"Piss off!" An Han snapped furiously.
Before, he wouldn't have cared if someone called him "girly" or joked about "Aunt Flo." But now? Those jokes hit way too close to home—they felt like cruel truths stabbing right at his deepest insecurity.
Muttering curses, he yanked the blanket over his head and let out another despairing sigh.
About ten minutes passed, and the dorm slowly emptied out.
"Xiao Han, you're really not going to class?"
"Nope."
The door clicked shut, leaving the room in complete silence. But not long after, An Han swiftly hopped out of bed, locked the door from the inside, and stood in front of the mirror, frowning as he scrutinized himself.
Last time, the Physique attribute had made him look noticeably rounder and softer—healthier compared to his former stick-thin frame—though his actual weight hadn't changed much.
This time, his weight still hadn't increased, yet his chest now had clear curves, his waist had narrowed further, and his body fat had redistributed in a distinctly feminine pattern—his hips were visibly wider and fuller.
He'd never be able to wear fitted clothes again.
Strangely, his reflection seemed smaller, more delicate than before—even though he used to look skinnier.
"Could it be my bone structure?"
Muttering to himself, An Han stripped completely naked and kept examining his changes.
He stood there in silence… then quietly got dressed again.
This body… it looked exactly like that of a girl just hitting puberty.
It wasn't just fat distribution—his bones themselves seemed finer now. His pelvis had widened, and even when he pressed his thighs tightly together, a subtle, alluring triangle remained between them.
All those grand ambitions he'd had when he first got the system were long gone. Now, he could only slump into a chair, face blank with despair.
"What am I supposed to do now?"
At least in winter, he could hide under layers. But now, in this sweltering heat, even a simple T-shirt would betray the "buns" on his chest.
His phone suddenly vibrated. An Han turned to see a voice message from Long Xing.
"The counselor says you need to go to the infirmary, get a medical note, then bring it to his office to officially request leave."
"That professor already took attendance today—if you show up now, it's useless. Hurry up and get the leave slip before it's too late!"
Long Xing's voice was frantic—he was genuinely worried An Han would fail the course over just one absence.
"Of course the worst happens right when I'm scared of it…"
But he absolutely couldn't step outside now. He was terrified someone would notice: a man's face… on a girl's body.
Actually… even his face wasn't very "manly" anymore.
An Han turned to the mirror again, craning his neck until his face was almost pressed against the glass.
Thanks to the single point in Appearance attribute, his eyes had grown noticeably larger, with subtly upturned outer corners—fox-like, alluring, reminiscent of peach blossoms. His lips looked plump and dewy, exquisitely sculpted, radiating innocent charm. His cheeks were flushed pink against porcelain-white skin, and when he smiled, two faint dimples appeared…
The Physique boost had softened his jawline slightly, and combined with the Appearance upgrade, if his features were just a bit more rounded, no one would ever guess he was male.
"I look so girly now… Why did I ever think I was handsome?"
After redressing, An Han dug through his closet and pulled out a fall-weight denim jacket.
He'd definitely missed class by now—he had no choice but to go get that leave slip.
Outside, it was 35–40°C (95–104°F), yet he was about to step out wearing a jacket. He'd look like a total lunatic.
"This damn system is ruining my youth!"
With a furious curse, An Han kicked the door open and stormed out, struggling to zip up the jacket as he went—
—only to freeze instantly.
Standing right outside, hand raised mid-knock, was his counselor—staring at him in utter shock.
"…"
An Han stiffened, slowly lifting his head. Their eyes met. A heavy silence hung between them.
But An Han reacted fast. He clutched his stomach, bit his lip, lowered his brows, and adopted a weak, pitiful tone: "Teacher… you're here? I was just about to go find you."
He forced an awkward but polite smile, then glanced down at his chest—now visibly rounded under the jacket.
"…"