Chapter 100 099. An Han Likes Women’s Clothing That Much
This place was in the city center. In the more than two years since coming to this city for school, An Han had visited this area no more than five times.
After finishing their late-night snack, he walked out of the barbecue shop and looked at the neon-lit cityscape, feeling a little lost about where to go next.
Internet cafés usually only started offering overnight sessions after ten o’clock, and it was still quite early.
“Go back to school?” Su Peng asked from beside him.
“Let’s just walk around,” An Han said, rubbing his overstuffed little belly. But when his palm brushed against the fabric of the qipao, his expression dimmed again.
The self-satisfaction of wearing women’s clothes and looking beautiful, and the sense of achievement from attracting the attention of passersby—these two sources of pleasure combined made him reluctant to take off the qipao.
But reason told him that this mindset was clearly starting to become abnormal.
If possible, An Han wanted to change straight back into men’s clothing and return to his usual everyday appearance. But the system task was only halfway complete—there was no way he could quit midway.
The night wind blew across his exposed shoulder blades and thighs, the cold biting into his skin and making him shiver.
Back at the venue, An Han had been able to force himself to ignore what he was wearing, but outside, the cold wind constantly reminded him that he was wearing a short qipao that only covered half his thighs.
His arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders. The flush on An Han’s face hadn’t completely faded since the moment he put on the qipao.
“Cold? If you’re cold, then change back,” Su Peng said as he took down the bag slung over one shoulder.
“No!”
An Han refused with unusual firmness.
The backpack he carried contained his men’s clothes and jacket, but the task requirement was that the qipao had to be worn on the outside.
“What’s wrong with you?” Su Peng let out a helpless sigh.
Did this crossdresser really like women’s clothes that much? So much that he wouldn’t even change out of them despite shivering from the cold?
“Let’s go to an internet café!”
“The dorm has computers too.”
That was true. If he just wanted to play on a computer, going back to the dorm was obviously better than an internet café.
And there would be no way to explain why he refused to change out of women’s clothing.
An Han suddenly turned around, using a reasonable question to cover up the strange logic behind his behavior. “Didn’t you say earlier that you were going on a blind date today? Why did you suddenly run off to a convention?”
“The blind date spot is nearby. I heard there was a convention, so I came to take a look,” Su Peng said, spreading his hands.
“Is that so?”
“What else could it be? It’s not like I knew in advance that you’d be crossdressing at the convention.”
That’s hard to say! Lin Yi, that fangirl, might very well have tipped you off!
With that interruption, the previous topic ended. An Han finally relaxed a bit. As they chatted and walked, the two of them soon arrived at an internet café.
Business at this café was average, but the environment was exceptionally good. The air conditioning was on, and the almost fully enclosed interior had no trace of cigarette smoke. It was lively inside, with customers’ noisy chatter and the clattering of keyboards forming a great gaming atmosphere.
“Pretty nice~” An Han said. Although he believed that the school dorm was the best place for gaming, this internet café was better than expected.
Su Peng followed him inside and reminded him, “Did you bring your ID?”
“I did!”
After all, he had long anticipated that the system wouldn’t behave like a decent human being.
At the counter, An Han patted Su Peng on the shoulder. “Turn around. My ID is in the bag.”
Su Peng obediently turned the side with the backpack toward An Han. Ever since they met, this bag had become his burden, yet An Han showed not the slightest hint of gratitude—on the contrary, he looked completely justified about it.
If Su Peng hadn’t taken the initiative to carry it, he probably would’ve been threatened and forced to hang the backpack on himself anyway.
But even so, An Han somehow wasn’t annoying at all.
An Han took his ID out of the backpack and leaned forward with a smile toward the net café clerk. “How much is an overnight session?”
He extended his hand and handed over the ID—but suddenly, his body stiffened.
Wait! I forgot something!
The clerk casually took An Han’s ID and was about to register it when his eyes unconsciously flicked to the photo on the card.
He froze, then looked up at An Han, then back down at the ID, and then up at An Han again.
“……”
An Han forced himself to stay calm. He straightened up, crossed his arms over his chest, and awkwardly brushed his bangs with one hand as he asked casually, “What’s wrong?”
Su Peng, who was beside him, also handed his ID across the counter. Glancing at An Han’s awkward expression, he suppressed a laugh and asked as well, “Is there a problem?”
“Uh… yeah, there’s a pretty big problem,” the clerk said, scratching his head. After checking several times, he finally said, “You can’t use someone else’s ID.”
“This is me! Look carefully!”
The clerk pursed his lips and looked at the ID again.
The ID said male, but the young lady in front of him was clearly female. Even if this were a case of a man crossdressing, the difference between the ID photo and the person in front of him was way too big.
The eyebrows might be somewhat similar, but the most likely explanation was that a minor had taken an older brother’s ID to surf the internet. Even though An Han’s makeup and clothing looked quite mature, that figure didn’t look like an adult at all.
So he placed An Han’s ID on the counter and shook his head again. “No way. If I get caught, I’ll be fined.”
He turned to Su Peng. “Are you opening a card? If you do, that computer can’t be used by her.”
“If only there were still temporary cards like before…” An Han took back his ID and muttered unhappily. “Didn’t they say you can use face recognition to go online now?”
That was why he wasn’t worried about encountering the same issue later when going home for winter break by high-speed train—train stations definitely used face recognition.
Unless face recognition wouldn’t recognize him either.
“So where to now?” Su Peng asked, hands in his pockets, looking at An Han’s cheeks puffing up unconsciously in anger, his eyes full of amusement.
It seemed that after putting on women’s clothing, the feminine gestures on An Han’s body had become increasingly natural and pronounced.
There was no trace of masculinity at all.
“Let’s find another small internet café. Small ones probably aren’t this strict, right?” An Han said as he walked out of the café.
Back out on the street, An Han still felt uneasy, hugging his arms around himself. He subconsciously hid behind Su Peng to avoid passersby’s gazes, his body trembling slightly in the night wind.
But in reality, he knew perfectly well that the most dangerous person was actually Su Peng beside him!
With Su Peng’s favorability already in the nineties, he didn’t dare stay with him too long on streets where the crowds were thinning out. Going to an internet café overnight had been the best choice, but now he had to change strategies.
Hotels didn’t count as “going out” under the task conditions, so he could only choose a public place.
“Why are you so unwilling to go back to school?” Su Peng suddenly asked.
“I’m not planning to go back tonight. I just want to stay up all night.”
“Then are you going to the convention again tomorrow?”
“No.”
So this was An Han’s last time crossdressing for a while? No wonder he was cherishing this chance so much.
Su Peng became increasingly convinced of just how much An Han liked women’s clothing.
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