It genuinely surprised An Han that he was being mistaken for a girl.
Sure, his figure had become increasingly feminine—but he figured his voice hadn't changed at all, had it?
Still puzzled, An Han pushed open the dorm room door, only to find Wang Sheng alone inside, packing his luggage.
"Did the other two already head back home?"
"They grabbed their suitcases and bolted right after class."
After today, it would be National Day holiday. All his roommates would be gone, and An Han could finally toss away his女装 (women's clothing) without worry, completely eliminating any risk of exposure.
No more fear of getting beaten up.
Thinking this, An Han's mood stabilized—and he even felt a little excited.
At last, he could finally put an end to the lingering consequences of his first mission!
Leaning against the wardrobe with his arms crossed, he asked Wang Sheng, "What are your plans for the holiday?"
"Got a trial session."
"A trial?"
"A club invited me to try out."
Wang Sheng had always dreamed of becoming a pro gamer—it was common knowledge among their classmates, and many liked to tease him for being unrealistic.
An Han wasn't optimistic either, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he yawned and nudged, "You sure you'll make your train? You're moving awfully slow."
"I'll make it."
An Han couldn't argue with that, so he switched to a topic that had been bothering him: "Hey, Wang Sheng—what do you think of my voice?"
"My voice?"
"Does it sound… girly to you?"
He'd heard that when you hear your own voice, it sounds deeper due to bone conduction, so it's unreliable—and recordings often distort your actual voice too.
Wang Sheng turned to look at him, carefully choosing his words: "It used to be fine, but lately… have you caught a cold? Your voice sounds kinda… neutral?"
"Neutral?"
An Han had always thought his voice was deep and manly.
No wonder people kept mistaking him for a girl—neutral voice, androgynous looks, and now the system had even added that "adorably cute mannerisms" trait today…
Absentmindedly, he walked over to his bed and stood on tiptoe to peek up at his top bunk.
The moment he looked, his heart suddenly started racing.
"Wang Sheng! Has anyone touched my bed?!" His voice unintentionally shot up in pitch.
Wang Sheng turned around, startled. "I don't know."
An Han swallowed hard. Ever since Wang Sheng had discovered the bag of women clothes hidden in the corner of his desk last time, he'd started keeping the clothes hidden right under his bed sheets.
After all, his roommates wouldn't randomly climb onto his bed and rummage through his pillows and blankets. As long as he was careful, his bed should've been the safest spot in the dorm.
But—the blanket had clearly been moved!
"Did we lock the door when we went to class at noon?"
"We should've. Long Ge was in charge—he wouldn't forget."
Frowning deeply, An Han climbed onto his bunk and lifted the blanket to check on his women clothes. His anxiety only grew.
The clothes themselves hadn't been touched—but someone had definitely lifted the blanket, and carelessly tossed it back over, barely hiding the women clothes underneath.
"What's wrong?" Wang Sheng, now finished packing, looked up at him from below. "Was there a thief?"
"Someone came in and messed with my stuff."
"At least nothing's missing," Wang Sheng reassured him—then suddenly remembered something. "Oh! It was probably the dorm supervisor. Didn't the group chat say there'd be a hygiene inspection this afternoon?"
An Han gritted his teeth. "They inspected the beds too?"
"Didn't you read the notice? They wanted the blankets neatly folded and everything."
He didn't know what to say anymore—just let out a long, weary sigh.
If it was just the dorm supervisor, that should be fine… Hopefully it wasn't some classmate who knew him personally.
His phone buzzed—a new WeChat friend request notification.
These past few days, Long Xing had been relentlessly trying to re-add An Han as a contact, sticking to the strategy he'd discussed with Chen Junjie.
An Han's already sour mood turned even darker.
"I'm heading out," Wang Sheng said, noticing his expression. Unusually considerate, he added, "Be careful staying alone in the dorm."
"I know."
An Han groaned and flopped onto his bed.
The sound of the dorm door closing left him alone with only his own heavy breathing.
He was absolutely furious.
Why did everything keep going wrong lately? It felt like one disaster after another.
He took off his jacket and measured his chest with his hands—no noticeable change. At least that was a small relief.
"My chest binder arrives tomorrow."
"But… how am I supposed to wash it?"
He hadn't thought this through when ordering. Now he realized that in a shared dorm like this, a chest binder was both impractical and hard to hide.
Right now, his jacket offered just enough cover—but to keep it concealed, he hadn't dared shower for the past two days, terrified his roommates might notice his figure.
"What a garbage system."
Muttering curses, An Han pulled out his phone and opened WeChat.
He couldn't stand seeing any red notification dots on his apps, so even though he knew this friend request was yet another attempt by Long Xing to harass him, he still clicked in to dismiss it.
But the moment he did, his heart nearly stopped.
"Added via phone number?"
"Wait…"
"Did I even link my phone number to WeChat?"
That meant Long Xing had used An Han's phone number to successfully find the WeChat account of the girl he'd been chatting with!
Hadn't their last in-person meeting—in women clothes—completely erased Long Xing's suspicions? Why was he now trying to add him via phone number?
Didn't that mean… everything was completely exposed?
A cold sweat broke out on his back. His heart pounded wildly. Panic surged through him—but he had no idea what to do.
He raised his thumb to hit "Decline"—but then paused.
Maybe it wasn't as bad as he thought.
Long Xing was already back home for the holiday. Even if he got furious now, he couldn't possibly fly back to the dorm and punch him.
An Han calmed down slightly—but he still couldn't figure out where he'd slipped up.
"Could Long Ge be the one who went through my bed?"
"But… Long Ge isn't that kind of guy…"
To cover up the so-called "milky scent" the system had given him, he'd forced himself to drink a carton of milk with every meal, even staging clumsy "accidents" where milk spilled on his clothes in front of his roommates and friends.
Whenever he was around others, he'd been extra careful to suppress any feminine mannerisms. Every morning, he'd put on his jacket while still in bed—even though Chen Junjie had mocked him for it several times.
And the women clothes had only just been discovered today—but so far, no one had mocked or blackmailed him about it.
Logically, everything should've been airtight!
An Han just couldn't understand why this was happening. He stared silently at the pending friend request.
At least if he had to confess to Long Xing online, it wouldn't be as painfully awkward as doing it face-to-face.
And he definitely wouldn't get his head punched in after two sentences.
Seven days of holiday should be enough time for Long Xing to cool off.
"Aaagh!" He wailed, clutching his head and rolling halfway across the bed in despair.
Dorm beds were tiny—half a roll was all the space he had.
But what if Long Xing was one of those weirdos who didn't care about gender as long as the face was pretty?! After all, his Bilibili and Douyin feeds were full of cross-dressing streamers!