Chapter 112 110. Sports Day
Early that morning, An Han hurried to the balcony of his dormitory and glanced at the sky outside.
It wasn’t raining, there was no howling wind, and the sunshine was as gentle as usual—exactly as the weather forecast had predicted.
It seemed the system didn’t have the power to alter the weather.
Just like the past two years, music was already blaring from the loudspeakers outside, and the distant sounds of commotion from the sports field carried clearly through the air.
An Han finally let out the breath he’d been holding.
The sports meet was proceeding as scheduled—no delays or cancellations due to unforeseen circumstances.
So what trick could that damn system possibly pull to forcibly stop him from competing?
He pondered for a moment, then anxiously looked down at his legs.
Could it really break my leg for me?
That’d be way too harsh…
“Hey, morning!”
A cheerful voice came from the neighboring balcony. Su Peng stood there, his usual gentle smile on his face—but since his fondness for An Han had surpassed ninety points, that smile always carried a hint of complicated emotion.
An Han gave a curt nod in acknowledgment, intending to brush him off and turn away—but then changed his mind, raising his voice into an unnaturally bright and cheerful tone: “Morning! Wanna grab breakfast together later?”
The sports meet was looming, and he absolutely couldn’t afford to have Su Peng bow out again.
Better be a bit nicer and friendlier to Su Peng now—just keep his affection under one hundred. Once the competition was over, he could figure out how to deal with the aftermath.
“Sure,” Su Peng replied.
An Han turned to look at him in the distance, hesitated for a beat, then added with a note of warning, “Just… keep an eye on me these next couple days. Don’t let me take a fall.”
“Huh?”
“If I fall and break something, I won’t be able to compete.” He flashed a radiant smile. “It’s my last sports meet, and I’m partnering with you—I don’t want any regrets.”
Under the morning sun, that angelic smile made Su Peng’s heart pound like mad.
Was that… a confession?
But we’re both guys—that’s… not really okay, is it?
“I don’t want regrets either,” Su Peng said, swallowing hard, suddenly unsure if he was reading too much into things.
Watching Su Peng’s subtle reactions, An Han formed a few guesses of his own.
Affection levels above eighty typically indicated genuine liking—that much was confirmed by both Long Xing’s and Su Peng’s everyday behavior. Yet despite that, neither had ever made a direct move.
Probably because they were worried about “eating the grass right next to your own burrow” and the whole same-sex, societal-acceptance issue.
But if affection ever crossed one hundred, those concerns would likely vanish. After all, “love conquers all worldly norms...”
If I were a girl, eighty points would’ve been enough for them to confess long ago. But I’m a guy.
While brushing his teeth, An Han mulled it over and double-checked Su Peng’s current affection level:
[Su Peng: Affection Level 92]
Eight more points of room to maneuver.
“An Han.”
“Yeah?”
“I… never mind. I’ll tell you next time.”
Su Peng shook his head.
Was Su Peng already wavering at ninety points?
An Han sighed inwardly. By the time he finished brushing his teeth and returned to the dorm room, he found Long Xing sitting at his computer, clutching that pink, girlish thermos with a deeply contemplative expression.
Just seeing that thermos gave An Han a headache.
The guy carried it everywhere, completely unbothered even when teased by classmates—and had even told Wang Yu it was a gift from “a girl I like.”
Wang Yu probably already figured out Long Xing liked him.
An Han sat down on Wang Sheng’s bed and began putting on his socks and shoes.
His phone vibrated. He paused to check the message.
It was from An Ke Xin: *Your race is tomorrow at 5 p.m. Remember to arrive early.*
Tomorrow?
He’d been hoping it’d be today.
He just wanted to see as soon as possible what tricks the system had up its sleeve to force him into completing the task.
“You’re heading out this early?” Long Xing suddenly turned and asked.
“Yeah, grabbing breakfast with Su Peng.”
Long Xing’s expression froze for a split second before quickly smoothing over. Hesitantly, he asked, “I was just about to go get breakfast too…”
An Han had already finished lacing his shoes. He immediately sensed what Long Xing was thinking.
He absolutely did not want to be sandwiched between two guys with ninety-point affection levels over breakfast—no “left-for-a-man, right-for-a-man” drama, thank you.
“I’m off,” he said—didn’t outright refuse, but bolted out the door before Long Xing could gather his things.
Su Peng was already waiting in the hallway. Seeing An Han practically sprinting out, he flashed a dazzlingly bright smile. “Why are you always so frantic?”
An Han blinked, shivered involuntarily, and dodged the comment entirely. “C’mon, let’s go eat.”
Damn it—this guy was deliberately showing off!
His smile used to be warm and approachable, but now he was clearly trying way too hard to be the “sunny, energetic boy-next-door.”
Thank god my sexuality’s perfectly normal…
Just then, a breeze blew past, carrying a familiar, subtle fragrance to An Han’s nose. His body stiffened instantly.
His heart started racing uncontrollably!
What’s going on?! The system hasn’t been forcing further feminization lately—why do I keep smelling Su Peng’s scent?!
Last night, he could’ve blamed it on post-workout sweat and heightened hormones… but what about today?
He stole a glance at Su Peng—and was startled to see Su Peng quickly turn his head away, clearly flustered.
You bastard—you’ve been sneaking looks at me this whole time! You never stopped!
[Su Peng’s affection for you +1]
What the hell did you even see to increase your affection?!
An Han frantically checked his outfit.
Long pants, short-sleeve shirt, plus a light jacket—this exact outfit had been his daily wear for over a month. Nothing unusual.
Could it be because I invited him to breakfast?
He was getting more and more reluctant to interact with Su Peng. He needed to put an end to this soon!
But his race wasn’t until the second day of the meet… meaning he’d have to keep up this act until tomorrow evening at the earliest before he could switch back to cold indifference.
An Han was torn.
Rather than recklessly testing the system and risking Su Peng’s affection surpassing one hundred… maybe it’d be smarter to just obey the system’s mission and flat-out refuse to compete.
But completing Option One’s task might lead to consequences he simply couldn’t bear…
Right as they reached the cafeteria entrance, An Han suddenly looked up and said to Su Peng, “Oh—I just remembered my advisor wanted to see me.”
That excuse felt overused, so he quickly added,
“Something about writing cheerleading scripts for the meet. I should head over first.”
Su Peng looked surprised. “Couldn’t you just eat first and go after—”
He was cut off. The stunningly beautiful young man before him suddenly beamed with a smile so sweet it nearly made his legs give out.
An Han waved cheerfully, then turned and dashed off toward the sports field.
Compromise: avoid Su Peng as much as possible before the race.
If they absolutely had to meet, he’d just have to keep up the overly enthusiastic act—even if it risked pushing affection past one hundred.
Suddenly, he wondered if he should look up which nearby hospital had the best-reviewed proctology department.
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