Chapter 66 066. What the Hell Happened to You?
“What did the club president say?”
“No chance.”
In the afternoon classroom, An Han slumped over his desk with a sigh, looking utterly defeated.
This was the first time he’d ever willingly disguised himself as a girl to approach someone—and not only had Wang Yu seen right through him instantly, but now An Han was too embarrassed to ever face him again.
And judging by the affection-level drops, Wang Yu clearly despised overly feminine guys.
Long Xing rubbed his temples, frustrated. “There are a few sign-ups from Baidu Tieba, but their skill level’s terrible—Wang Sheng isn’t happy with any of them.”
“If we can even get a match together, that’s already great—why’s he being so picky…” An Han grumbled, then sighed again. “But I guess… it’s just this one tournament. He really wants to get a decent result.”
Chen Junjie chimed in, “If we can’t find enough people, it’s pointless anyway—we can’t even find a match to enter.”
“Maybe we should just give up?” Wang Sheng said, feeling guilty for dragging his roommates into this. “Wang Yu’s really strong—if he’s not playing, we’ll just get stomped anyway.”
“Like hell we’re giving up! We’ve been friends for years!” An Han shot upright, voice full of righteous indignation.
If you quit now, where am I supposed to get that game console?!
He’d already looked it up: the limited-edition crocodile-skin PS5—fewer than a hundred units existed worldwide, retailing for over $8,000!
Even if he didn’t play it himself, he could resell it for a fortune. There’d always be some rich guy willing to overpay for it.
An Han tugged at his soft, fine hair in frustration, still unable to come up with a solution.
Technically, giving up wouldn’t trigger any penalties from the system.
But it still pissed him off!
He’d been the one who pushed Wang Sheng into confessing his dream—he had to help make it happen!
“Tell you what,” An Han said as he lifted his head, a new idea forming, “I’ll go to the club after class and talk to Wang Yu again. Also—who here knows anyone in the Esports Club? Could we get them to host a CS:GO tournament?”
The school’s various clubs often organized competitions, but over the past two years, esports events had only ever featured Honor of Kings and League of Legends.
“Don’t know anyone there—we’ve never had contact with that club,” Long Xing said, shaking his head.
But Wang Sheng spoke up, “I’ll ask around if any of my friends have the Esports Club president’s contact info.”
“Wouldn’t a school-organized event be too small? What if only two or three teams sign up…”
“I don’t care.”
Wang Sheng wasn’t picky at all—but An Han worried a school match might not meet the system’s requirement of a “net café tournament.”
Ah well. It was Wang Sheng’s dream that mattered, not the system’s reward.
An Han convinced himself of that—but the embarrassing encounter with Wang Yu at noon still stung. Facing him again so soon was bound to be awkward.
By the time class ended, it was already 6 p.m. The summer evening was still bright, and students who’d just finished military training charged toward the cafeteria like an army on hunger strike. Meanwhile, An Han trudged over to a building near the academic hall, his expression clouded with worry.
This was the school’s multipurpose building—home to numerous club activity rooms on the first floor.
An Han crept along the wall until he reached the Fitness Club’s room, then tiptoed to peer in through the window.
He seemed to have arrived early—no one was inside.
“No one’s here…”
Relief washed over him. He patted his chest, letting out a long breath.
He’d volunteered to go talk to Wang Yu again, but if Wang Yu wasn’t around, he could honestly tell Wang Sheng they’d tried—and then just settle for finding some mediocre online teammate.
But just as he turned around with a relaxed smile… his expression froze.
Wang Yu stood a short distance away, watching him calmly from afar.
Alright, fine. Guess there’s no escaping this.
An Han jogged over, forcing a bright, sheepish grin. “President… I came to work out.”
“You look more like you’re scouting the place,” Wang Yu said dryly.
At least An Han looked more like himself now—no more exaggerated feminine mannerisms. Though it was sweltering, he’d thrown on a jacket, sweat beading on his forehead. His posture still occasionally betrayed hints of softness, but he’d clearly toned it down.
Wang Yu’s expression softened slightly as he walked into the building. “You weren’t this girly before.”
“…”
“You refused to come work out when I asked, and now you’re acting like a girl.”
That hit a nerve. An Han bristled, trailing behind Wang Yu and stomping his foot toward the other’s backside a few times—but each kick landed in empty air. He still needed Wang Yu’s help, after all—he didn’t dare actually connect.
Wang Yu, oblivious, glanced back. “Back in freshman year, you were the one who asked me to keep you accountable. Now you act like you can’t stand me.”
“I never said that!” An Han quickly lowered his foot, guiltily looking away. “I know you’re kind and responsible—but I’ve been running almost every day!”
“Your build’s too slight. Running alone won’t cut it. You need strength training to build real muscle.”
Yeah, yeah, I get it—but lifting weights is exhausting…
Besides, even if he actually trained now, once the system upgraded his physique stats, all that effort would be wasted.
He followed Wang Yu into the activity room—it looked just like a standard gym, fully equipped with basic machines, though the space was small, probably fitting no more than ten people at once.
Wang Yu walked over to a piece of equipment, about to start warming up—only to notice An Han hovering nearby, staring at him expectantly.
“What?”
“President… you’re pretty good at CS, right?”
Wang Yu didn’t answer. He just stared blankly at An Han, as if waiting for the performance to continue.
An Han’s cheeks flushed slightly. Rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, he brought it up again: “My roommate just… really wants to play one match. But we still can’t find enough teammates…”
“Hmm.”
“It’d only take a day or two—just a couple of games, that’s all.”
“I know Wang Sheng.”
“Huh?” An Han blinked in surprise.
Wang Yu replied evenly, “There’s a CS group at our school. He’s the group owner.”
“Oh…”
“He mentioned this to me at noon too. I’m still thinking it over.”
So Wang Sheng’s word carries more weight than mine, huh?
An Han asked blankly, “But… you said you weren’t interested?”
“I’m not. It’s a hassle.” Wang Yu pointed to a nearby machine. “Go. Work out.”
“But…” An Han hesitated, looking pained. “With arms and legs this thin, I might get hurt…”
“I’ll supervise you.” Wang Yu stepped closer, eyes scanning An Han’s frame critically.
No visible muscle anywhere. Delicate bone structure, narrow shoulders, wide hips—almost feminine. Both arms and legs looked utterly devoid of strength.
He looked exactly like a girl.
Wang Yu couldn’t help but ask, “Seriously… what the hell happened to you?”
“…”
“Not a shred of muscle on you. Even your face looks like a woman’s.”
An Han turned his head away. Just hearing that filled him with sadness, frustration—and deep, burning indignation.
How was I supposed to know the damn system would remodel me into a girl?!
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