Chapter 77 077. The Next Day
Could An Han… actually be a girl?
Wang Sheng lay in bed, rubbing his eyes awake, and that question popped into his head.
Before National Day, if someone had told him this, he wouldn’t have believed a single word—or even a single letter of pinyin.
After all, An Han used to walk around the dorm shirtless all the time, wearing only underwear—completely lacking any feminine modesty, and certainly not acting like someone worried about their gender being discovered.
But lately, An Han had become noticeably more reserved. He no longer walked around half-naked, always dressed fully covered now. And his appearance… every few days, he seemed just a little more delicate, a little more beautiful.
Most importantly—An Han’s chest appeared to be getting… fuller.
Wang Sheng glanced up at An Han’s bunk. A slightly inappropriate thought crossed his mind: An Han hadn’t come back all night, Wang Yu had suddenly implied An Han was a girl, *and* he’d abruptly agreed to organize the competition…
“No way. An Han’s not that kind of person.”
“What? Were you calling me?”
An Han’s little head peeked down from the upper bunk, looking at Wang Sheng below. Surprised that An Han was already awake, Wang Sheng quickly shook his head. “No!”
“Oh~” The pretty face disappeared again. Moments later, the upper bunk creaked gently as An Han’s pale, delicate feet stepped onto the ladder, swinging right in front of Wang Sheng’s eyes.
No matter how he looked at it… this roommate was starting to seem more and more like a girl.
Wang Sheng watched those slender legs swing by. Finally, An Han slowly climbed down, looking half-asleep, and reached for his jacket hanging nearby.
Before An Han put on the jacket, Wang Sheng’s eyes instinctively dropped to his chest.
Yep—definitely had breasts. Not large, but they visibly jiggled slightly as An Han stepped onto the floor.
Wang Sheng suddenly felt like a creepy pervert.
“What time is it?”
“Three in the afternoon.”
“So hungry…” An Han muttered, turning toward the other bed. “Where are Long Ge and Junjie?”
Wang Sheng sat up. “They got up at noon. Said they were going to watch a movie.”
Those two had always been close—frequently visiting tourist spots or catching films together on weekends. Neither An Han nor Wang Sheng had much interest in those outings, so they rarely joined.
“I see.” An Han pulled on his jacket and stood in front of the mirror, frowning as he turned slightly to inspect his outfit.
He was growing increasingly dissatisfied with how he looked.
He turned to Wang Sheng. “Whether or not the November tournament happens, you’d better practice hard. Don’t waste the teammates and opportunity I got you.”
“How did you convince Wang Yu, anyway?” Wang Sheng finally asked the question that had been bothering him.
An Han planted his hands on his hips and lifted his chin proudly. “Because we’re close!”
“Close?”
If they were *that* close, An Han wouldn’t have looked so crushed every time Long Xing mentioned Wang Yu before.
“Well, duh! We’re practically best friends!” An Han declared with exaggerated confidence—trying a little too hard to sound convincing.
If anyone found out he’d used a chest binder to charm Wang Yu, his reputation would be ruined forever.
Not wanting to dwell on the topic, he quickly grabbed his toothbrush and cup and headed for the balcony. “Why so many questions? Just make sure you bring back a good ranking!”
“Top three?”
“Sure!”
Truthfully, An Han didn’t care about the results—what mattered was the tournament’s prestige.
But let’s be real: a cybercafé competition was barely a step up from dorm-room scrims. Most such events offered prizes like 100-yuan internet cards. By comparison, the Esports Club’s tournaments were far more legit.
Last year’s Honor of Kings tournament, for example, had live streaming, a host, and a prize of over 1,000 yuan per champion team member plus in-game skins.
The real question was whether Wang Yu could secure sponsors.
After brushing his teeth, An Han took a shower and returned to the dorm feeling refreshed.
But ever since he came back this morning, he’d noticed Wang Sheng kept giving him strange looks—lingering, disbelieving, yet oddly enlightened, as if every past confusion had suddenly made sense.
*What the hell are you “suddenly understanding”?! What exactly did Wang Yu tell you last night?!*
“I’m going to the cafeteria,” An Han said, unable to bear Wang Sheng’s gaze any longer. He left immediately after his shower.
He needed to find Wang Yu and get to the bottom of this!
It was probably about the binder last night—but even if Wang Sheng knew about that, why would he look so “enlightened”?
Hurrying upstairs, he nearly collided with Su Peng coming the other way.
He tried to slip past, but Su Peng blocked his path. “Didn’t you say you’d ask An Kexin to cancel our paired race?”
An Han froze. He’d been so preoccupied with Wang Yu these past few days—and Su Peng had deliberately stayed out of sight—that he’d completely forgotten.
“Go cancel it yourself. I’ve got stuff to do,” he brushed him off.
“What if… we just go with it?” Su Peng asked cautiously, almost shyly.
“Go with it? Go with *what*?”
An Han looked up at him, confused—and immediately on guard. He was always wary of anyone with affection above 80…
And Su Peng’s fondness was already over 90!
Was he suggesting… “going with” An Han’s *gender*?!
An Han recoiled several steps in horror, arms instinctively crossing over his chest in a defensive, nervous gesture—a posture usually associated with women, but he no longer cared about appearances.
Su Peng just found the reaction adorable. He chuckled. “Next time we practice the three-legged race, I’ll pay extra attention to you, okay?”
“I didn’t know your legs looked long but were actually so short…”
“You’re practically 180 cm tall!” An Han snapped.
No matter how perfect his proportions were or how leggy he looked visually—he was under 170 cm! Unless his body started from the neck down, there was no way he could compete with Su Peng in leg length!
He glared. “Is *that* all you meant?”
“Huh? What else would I mean?”
“The three-legged race… maybe let’s just forget it. I’ll sign up for the 100-meter sprint instead.” An Han wanted to minimize contact with Su Peng.
Ideally, they’d need to practice several times before the sports meet to avoid public humiliation—but close physical contact could easily twist Su Peng’s already sky-high affection into something… romantic.
…Actually, it probably already had.
“I saw you hadn’t canceled with Kexin, so I thought you wanted to run.”
“No, I just forgot… You and Kexin running together is fine, right?”
“She’s even shorter…”
An Kexin was average height for a girl—about 160 cm.
An Han gave him a disappointed look, reached up on tiptoe, and lightly rapped Su Peng’s head. “Don’t you get it? This is your chance! Don’t you want a girlfriend?”
*Better to date a pretty boy than An Kexin…*
Su Peng didn’t dare voice that thought aloud. He just looked away, slightly guilty.
Having someone around who was prettier than most girls had… raised his standards a bit.
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