At noon, An Han had planned to visit Su Peng in the next dorm, but after knocking, he found the door firmly locked.
Outside, a heavy downpour was still raging—where on earth could Su Peng have gone?
Standing in the hallway, An Han could already feel raindrops splashing onto him. After a brief pause, he reluctantly turned back to his own dorm.
It seemed the task wouldn't be completed anytime soon.
Though there was no real loss, he still felt vaguely annoyed.
This morning had been a perfect chance to build rapport—but he'd let it slip away.
Still, the task had no time limit; he'd eventually find another opportunity. What worried him more was whether he'd accidentally done something to make Su Peng dislike him, causing affection to drop and the task to fail.
After all, Su Peng had left this morning looking flustered and tense…
"Did I tease him or something?"
An Han racked his brain but couldn't figure out why Su Peng had made up an excuse to flee.
Could it really be that the class advisor had called him away during the holiday?
Back in the quiet dorm, he slumped in front of his computer, chin resting in his hands, with no interest in gaming for the moment. Instead, his attention drifted inward—to his own body.
The tenderness in his chest had grown increasingly noticeable, accompanied by a distinct swelling sensation.
It wasn't too bad if left untouched, but even slight pressure brought sharp stings. Worse, if his clothes rubbed too much against the area, his nipples would become painfully erect—and strangely, almost pleasantly so.
"I've been getting way too… chaste lately," he muttered.
His gaze then dropped to his crotch.
Since he hadn't planned to go out, he'd only thrown on a pair of loose shorts—ones that definitely didn't outline the shape beneath.
But the real issue was that his "little brother" hadn't stirred in ages.
He hadn't thought much of it before, but now it seemed… broken.
"How tragic," he sighed.
True to his "roll with the punches" nature, An Han complained half-heartedly while already clicking to log into his game.
"Might as well play a match to unwind."
Earlier that morning, he'd found a so-called "pro player" on the gaming forum to carry him up the ranks.
After setting up a voice call, he slipped on his headset, took a small breath, and out came an undeniably sweet, girlish voice:
"Big bro pro~ Are you online yet?"
"You're actually a girl?"
An Han's feminine voice was flawless—so natural that even the most advanced audio software couldn't replicate it. Across the internet, his teammate had zero suspicion that the person behind the mic was, in fact, male.
On the contrary, the "pro" was instantly smitten by that crisp, adorable, slightly airheaded loli tone. Fired up, he eagerly declared, "I've logged onto my alt—just invited you!"
"Trust me! Not losing a single game this afternoon. At this rank? I'll stomp them all without breaking a sweat!"
"Really? Big bro, you're so amazing~"
An Han deliberately mimicked the bubbly, adoring tone of anime heroines, oozing admiration.
"Of course! Hey, your voice is seriously cute."
Though he rarely engaged in such shameless cuteness, An Han found it came naturally to him.
Back in the day, a single mistake would get him cursed out so badly his ancestors would roll in their graves. Now, every misstep earned gentle reassurance from his doting teammate.
Once, pros like this were untouchable idols—now one was enthusiastically carrying him for free. It felt incredible!
"Too bad I play Dota…"
In this game—where male players often use girlish names while female players fight to prove themselves—finding a devoted "simp" like this was pure luck.
For several matches in a row, An Han barely lifted a finger. The pro solo-carried every game, wrapping up victories in just over twenty minutes each.
An Han beamed, swaying his upper body happily from side to side.
No wonder so many girls enjoy having simps around.
Is this what it feels like? So… satisfying?
"Big bro! We won again! You're so strong~"
"Right?! I used to compete professionally, you know—I've even won championships!"
"Wow! That's so cool!"
Outside the room, Su Peng froze with his hand raised to knock.
He stood silently by the door, listening to the sounds within.
"Ah~ Right there!"
"Finish me off!"
Confused, Su Peng scratched his head. Was An Han's private life really this… wild?
With all the dormmates gone home for the holiday, had he brought a girl back to the room?
Or… was that actually An Han speaking? That thought was even more terrifying.
"Counter-kill! See how awesome I am!"
Ah—just gaming, then…
Su Peng exhaled in relief. He'd nearly been ready to completely rewrite his mental image of An Han.
He knocked. No answer. So he pushed the door open.
Inside, An Han was utterly absorbed in the game, completely unaware of Su Peng's presence. Still using that sugary loli voice, he cried out dramatically:
"Big bro, big bro! They're ganging up on me again! Save me!"
Su Peng stood behind him, silent, unsure what to say.
Well… this was something An Han would absolutely do.
But he hadn't expected An Han's female voice to have improved so drastically—it had sounded awkward and forced the last time he'd heard it. Now, it was practically flawless.
Not only did his voice sound like a little girl, but even his mannerisms had taken on a girlish quality.
His pale, slender calves peeked out from beneath his oversized shorts, tensed in excitement, his toes curling tightly into his slippers—clearly, the match had reached a critical moment.
And somehow… it wasn't awkward at all. In fact, it was kind of cute.
Su Peng suddenly recalled something from that morning—when he'd noticed the subtle rise and fall of An Han's chest.
Could it be…?
My classmate of three years… is actually a girl?
But that was impossible, right?
"We won again!"
An Han suddenly cheered, his laughter bright and clear. "How long's it been? We're almost up a hundred points!"
"Oh—gotta run to the bathroom real quick. Wait for me a sec!"
He hopped up, humming a cheerful little tune—then turned around.
In an instant, his flushed, elated expression froze solid.
His face paled, then flushed crimson all the way to his ears. Staring wide-eyed at Su Peng, he forced an awkward smile and stammered, "W-when… when did you get here?"
Oh no.
This was a disaster.
"Why didn't you knock?"
Mortification surged through him, leaving his head spinning.
He'd always been the prankster, the one pulling jokes on others—but ever since that system showed up, he'd become the joke himself.
"I did knock. You didn't hear me," Su Peng replied calmly, watching him.
"R-really?" An Han guiltily averted his eyes. "I'm… going to the bathroom…"
Without another word, he bolted toward the balcony like a startled rabbit.
It's over!
My task is definitely going to fail!
Su Peng's gonna think I'm a freak, and his affection will plummet!
I have to do something—fast!
Even if I can't complete the task, I absolutely can't let him think I'm some kind of weirdo!