"Aaaaaah! 😨 AAAAAAAAAAAAH! 😨 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! 😨 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"  

Accompanied by a series of ear-piercing, melodious shrieks—like those of a songbird—Hua Xin turned deathly pale. Trembling, she slowly raised a finger, her expression mirroring Guts’ shock upon seeing Griffith—utterly stunned by the scene before her.  

Beneath the thin blanket printed with a cute bear 🐻, which she’d just pulled back, lay what could only be described as a battlefield of tomato 🍅 scrambled with tomatoes. A large crimson stain 🩸 had already seeped through the crotch of the girl’s gray wolf-patterned boy shorts.  

The once-proud, perky gray wolf face was now dyed entirely red.  

The pristine white bedsheets were likewise speckled with vivid scarlet droplets—the "cappuccino" her visiting aunt had so kindly "poured" for her this morning.  

“I’m gonna die… I’m absolutely gonna die... My life is over… It’s blood…”  

“Haha… (sobbing) So I really *do* have some terminal illness—that’s why I turned into a girl… 😭”  

“If only I hadn’t eaten that four-dish combo and chicken-bone fried rice yesterday 😭… Am I dying from food poisoning?? 😭…”  

“Bro… I’m coming to watch your fadeaway jump shot now… 🏀… 😭”  

Hua Xin burst into tears. Crystal-clear droplets streamed down her delicate, porcelain cheeks. Her pitiful, hiccuping sobs were enough to stir compassion in any male human being.  

Completely at a loss, she stared helplessly at the tomato-red ocean now flooding her lower half. Still groggy from sleep and nursing morning grumpiness, the girl blinked through tears and a hazy glare—only to see what looked like Jesus himself.  

“Can I… go to heaven? (sniffle) 🤧…”  

Wiping her eyes, she realized it was just the glow from her computer screen—still on, displaying an 18+ anime girl wallpaper downloaded from Xiao Hong Che (a popular Chinese shopping app), her bare feet gently swinging back and forth.  

“Wait… this wasn’t my doing?”  

Suddenly, her sobs ceased.  

Wait… 🤔  

Huh? 😦  

…Girl? 🥺  

Having always been unusually well-informed about female anatomy—even more so after becoming a girl herself—Hua Xin quickly pieced together what had happened, now that the morning fog had lifted from her mind.  

Ohhh~~ So that’s what this "red hakimi" is…  
(Note: "Hakimi" is a playful internet slang for "honey," often used ironically.)

She wiped away her tears, her expression shifting from utter despair to sudden realization. The fear of impending doom vanished from her eyes.  

“But… what do I *do* now… what do I *do*…”  

Panicking, she grabbed the nearest emergency supplies—tissues—and yanked out huge wads, hastily layering them onto the bedsheet before dabbing at the stain.  

But of course, paper towels couldn’t possibly remove bloodstains… especially not when her gray wolf shorts were already half-soaked and damp.  

Calm down!

Taking several deep breaths, Hua Xin grabbed a nearby bottle of Coca-Cola and chugged a mouthful.  

The sharp fizz helped her regain a sliver of composure.  

“Sh-Should I… take a shower? 🥺”  

Gritting her teeth against the dull ache in her lower abdomen and the soreness in her lower back and legs, she slowly climbed off the bed.  

She vaguely remembered watching TikTok-style videos about how to handle “that time of the month,” but back then, she’d been too busy laughing at the absurd comments like “Girls, please leave—I’m blushing!” to actually absorb the advice. All she recalled was something about cleaning up the “tomato scrambled eggs” first…  

So… hot water now?  

But when she finally trudged into the bathroom, the indicator light on the water heater was off—and the cramps were getting worse.  

To save electricity (and thus money for her PC, phone, and tablet), her household never left the water heater running. Instead, they’d turn it on ten minutes before showering, or just boil water in an electric kettle for hair-washing—done in a basin, of course.  

Save a little each day… 
In a year, you’ll have saved enough to build a nuclear power plant.

“It’s just a quick rinse… I’ll be fine… As a real man, I must stay strong! (…in a girly, tearful voice)”  

Bracing herself, Hua Xin yanked off her T-shirt and, trembling slightly, stepped under the showerhead.  

“Gah! So COLD! 😭🥶…”  

Even in summer, the icy water hitting her freshly awakened, soft, fair, snow-like skin sent shockwaves of discomfort straight to her brain 🧠.  

Enduring both the freezing spray and the growing cramp, she quickly washed herself with her trusty “Men’s 13-in-1” body wash.  

After all, “Men’s 13-in-1” was the ultimate all-purpose product: shampoo, conditioner, body wash, toothpaste, mouthwash, eye drops, sports drink, engine oil, screen protector…—everything a modern man needed, fused into a single miraculous bottle.  

As the label proudly declared: “Technology changes life.”  
One bottle = thirteen purchases saved. Economical and space-efficient. Hua Xin had been a loyal fan ever since.  

“All done, all done, all done…”  

Her teeth chattering, she grabbed a towel and rubbed herself dry in a frenzy, then padded back to her room on still-damp, tiny bare feet.  

Quickly throwing on clothes and wrapping herself in a cozy blanket, she planted herself back in front of her computer, typing furiously through the pain.  

“Why does it hurt so much…? Ugh… (sniff) Waaah… (teary-eyed)…”  

Her beautiful eyes welled up again.  

“I want to live… 😭… I must live…  
100 minus 7 is 93…  
93 minus 7 is 86…  
86 minus 7 is 79… 🥺…”  

Forcing herself to stay alert, she finally found the video.  

Two minutes later…  

Ohhh, so THAT’S how it’s done…

Still sniffling, Hua Xin nodded in understanding.  

“Step one: clean up. …Done.” She glanced downward—her “sacred beast” was once again pristine. “Check.”  

“Step two: use pads… Pads?” She frowned, then her eyes lit up. “Oh! Period pads! Why didn’t you just say so!”  

But the next second—she froze.  

“Where are my pads?! WHERE ARE THEY?!??”  

She didn’t have any!  

How could a shut-in guy possibly own something like that?!  

After a brief existential crisis, she suddenly remembered something. Snatching up her phone, she impatiently skipped the five-second ad and frantically scrolled through shopping options.  

“Why are there so many brands?!”  

Overwhelmed by the endless choices, her eyes landed on a familiar name—accompanied by a slightly steep price tag. She bit her lip.  

“Sofy, 230mm, pack of 5.”  

Bought. (Heartbroken 💔🥺)  

As she absentmindedly scrolled further, women’s underwear appeared on the screen.  

Not buying. (Firmly.)  

Boys’ clothes are fine…  

But then she glanced down at her… *jiggly lower half*… and something clicked.  

…Bought. (Heartbroken x2 💔💔)  

She quickly deleted the WeChat payment notification—out of sight, out of mind—and shut off her phone with teary resignation.  

“My money… 😭🥺… Waaaah… 🤧…”  

Click. With a whimper, she pressed a mysterious key on her mechanical keyboard, then returned her attention to the unfinished video.  

“And that’s how girls manage their periods! Congratulations to all the beautiful ladies watching—you’ve now fully matured reproductively and are capable of bearing new life…”  

Hua Xin sat frozen in her gaming chair, struck by lightning.  

Did she hear that right…?  

🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯  

“B-B-B-BEARING??”  
“NEW LIFE?!??! 😨😨😨😨”