Chapter 125 123. Girl
“Chen Junjie! Hurry the hell up in there! Are you drowning or did you fall into a pit?! It’s just a shower—why does it take half an hour?!”
An Han angrily kicked the bathroom door on the balcony, cursing nonstop.
“What the hell are you rushing for?! I’m constipated!”
“Lazy people piss and shit the most!”
Still fuming, he kicked the door again.
Inside the dorm, Wang Sheng and Long Xing looked at each other, both feeling that An Han was unusually irritable today.
“Could it be his period?” Long Xing asked Wang Sheng. “Why’s he so vicious tonight?”
Wang Sheng shrank his neck and whispered back, “If An Han hears that, he’ll beat you to death.”
Long Xing wasn’t worried at all. Barehanded, An Han’s little fists would feel more like a massage—too weak, if anything.
A strange smell seemed to linger in the room, making Long Xing slightly uncomfortable. He sniffed now and then, trying to figure out what it was, but all he could detect was a faint metallic, fishy scent.
An Han walked in with a dark expression. Long Xing immediately asked, “Xiao Han, did Junjie not wash his stinky socks again?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“There seems to be a smell in the room. You don’t notice it?”
“Where?” His sense of smell had never been particularly sharp. After retorting, he sat down at the computer again with a huff.
An Han continued complaining, “Every time I want to shower, Chen Junjie fights me for it! Fine, whatever—but every damn time he showers, he also uses the toilet! It stinks like hell!”
“Hasn’t he always been that cheap?” Long Xing held back a laugh. These two bickered every day; it never stopped.
“Brother Long! Talk some sense into him sometimes! Aren’t you close with him?”
“He doesn’t listen to me either.”
An Han sighed, propping his chin on one hand, clicking the mouse with a look of utter despair.
“An Han, you’re really short-tempered today,” Wang Sheng asked worriedly. “Did the counselor scold you for not participating in the competition?”
“My temper’s perfectly fine!” An Han raised his voice, sounding sharp and aggressive.
Wang Sheng immediately turned into a turtle, shifting his gaze to the video playing on his computer and muttering softly, “This is ‘fine’?”
“……”
Thinking carefully, ever since the sports meet ended that afternoon, something really had felt off.
An Han rested his cheek on his hand against the desk, beginning to recall and examine his emotions.
He didn’t feel like doing anything, nor did he want to play any games. It was as if there was a small volcano in his chest, making his body feel slightly overheated and his mood unusually irritable. That volcano constantly tugged at his emotions.
What’s wrong with me?
He had always been an optimist. Even when Su Peng’s affection for him exceeded a hundred, he could quickly adjust after a brief bout of disappointment and actively try to save his gender—though he ultimately failed.
He rarely felt this irritable for so long.
“I’m done—washed up already! I don’t know what you’re rushing me for.”
Chen Junjie pushed open the back door and walked in shirtless, relaxed as he came up behind An Han.
That familiar milky fragrance…
An Han turned around, glaring furiously. “You used my body wash again!”
“It’s such a big bottle. Using a little won’t kill you.”
This guy was always annoyingly shameless.
An Han couldn’t do much about him, so he swallowed his anger, stood up, and went to the wardrobe to grab a change of clothes.
“Yo, did you piss your pants?”
Chen Junjie’s gaze fell on An Han’s hips and thighs. There was a coin-sized damp patch there, darkening the fabric.
With that remark, the other two roommates also looked over almost simultaneously.
An Han froze for a moment. Lowering his head, he didn’t really understand what had happened, but that didn’t stop him from putting on an enlightened expression and accusing Chen Junjie with disdain.
“No wonder my chair was wet! You poured water on it on purpose, didn’t you?!”
“Bullshit!”
“Doing nothing decent all day!”
Without listening to Chen Junjie’s defense, An Han picked up the bucket with his clothes and walked straight into the balcony bathroom.
Something felt very wrong.
He locked the door, quickly stripped off his clothes, then lowered his head—and sure enough, his expression said it all.
Where the hell is my dick?!
Damn it!
There wasn’t even any warning! The system couldn’t at least notify me in advance?!
And—
With a look of disgust, he lifted his underwear and stared at the dark red, fishy-smelling blood on it…
It even threw in a damn period!
Because of the painless-period trait, An Han hadn’t felt any soreness or bloating. His body felt no different than usual—he hadn’t even noticed when it disappeared.
No wonder he’d suddenly felt so irritable and unsettled.
Judging by when his mood suddenly worsened, he probably turned into a woman about an hour ago? At least, the period had started an hour ago.
“So vicious.”
“Fucking system.”
Turning on the shower, An Han cursed the system as usual under the cover of running water.
After that, he slumped weakly against the wall, letting the water pour over his head, staring blankly at the frosted-glass door where a blurred silhouette was reflected.
Even with just a vague outline, there was basically no trace of a man anymore.
He lowered his head and looked at his brand-new equipment. There was none of the excitement or heat he used to feel before encountering the system, back when watching adult videos or reading comics—if anything, he felt wave after wave of coldness spreading through his body.
Even though he had long been mentally prepared, it was still hard to accept.
After standing there for a few minutes, An Han gave a bitter smile, straightened up, and rinsed his body.
“Whatever. The important thing now is to buy sanitary pads… otherwise, leaking all the time won’t do.”
“A perfectly good man actually needing to use sanitary pads.”
“I have to keep a man’s mindset. Maybe I’ll get a task reward that turns me back into a man.”
“Though the chances are slim.”
Pulling himself together, he didn’t bother studying his new equipment. After about five minutes, he finished washing, got dressed, and walked out of the bathroom.
Expressionless, An Han went to his desk, opened the cabinet, took out an opaque trash bag, then turned back to the bathroom and threw his bloodstained clothes into it.
As painful as it was, he had to throw them away. If his roommates found them, he’d be done for.
After cleaning everything up, An Han hurriedly ran out of the dorm.
“Xiao Han!”
He stopped dead in his tracks, his muscles tensing instantly as he nervously turned to look at Long Xing.
“Help me buy a bottle of Genki Forest.”
“Oh, got it.”
I thought he noticed something—scared me half to death.
An Han let out a breath of relief and pushed the door open, leaving as usual.
A man buying sanitary pads shouldn’t be that strange, right? Plenty of guys buy them for their girlfriends… though the cashier would probably think I’m a girl.
Well. I am a girl now.
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Got warned, as expected /covering face
Went back to revise it quickly, deleted most of it, and added some irrelevant filler scenes.
finally🤤🤤