Chapter 79 079. Aunt Flo?
“Your delivery, Yanzu.”
“Coming!”
An Han opened the door with a thoughtful expression, took the food, and returned to his desk. Resting his chin on one hand, he stared blankly at the system interface in front of him.
They patched the loophole so quickly?!
But last time I exploited that bug, I didn’t even get any real benefit! Why take it away now?!
This user experience is absolute trash!
What does “mandatory enforcement” even mean? Like when a deadbeat debtor gets forcibly executed by court order?
Could the system really force me into girl clothes against my will?
Although An Han thought it was unlikely, he didn’t dare test it. That damn system was cunning—it always found bizarre, twisted ways to screw him over.
Sighing dejectedly, he opened the takeout box, pulled out an ice-cold cola, and chugged several big gulps. He let out a soft, satisfied groan, leaned back in his chair, and resumed pondering which task to accept.
Should I just wait until the countdown ends?
His eyes drifted to the timer at the bottom of the system screen.
Each task gave him exactly one minute to decide. But what happened if he made no choice within that time?
He massaged the bridge of his nose, frustrated.
Would it randomly pick a task for him? Or would there be some kind of punishment?
Either option sounded terrible.
This time, the system had gotten smarter. Previously, An Han had planned to wear feminine clothes underneath a loose coat and just hide in the dorm or a hotel room. But this new task explicitly required him to *wear it visibly and go outside*.
Who the hell could handle that?!
He finished the entire large bottle of ice-cold cola in under a minute, let out a loud burp, and just as the countdown neared its end, reluctantly made up his mind.
“Maybe I should just go for extra stats… What if it’s something useful like ‘intelligence,’ ‘strength,’ or ‘wealth’?”
Just as he was about to confirm his selection, a sharp cramp suddenly twisted through his lower abdomen.
At first, the pain was mild—but within seconds, it surged into unbearable agony.
An Han’s face went deathly pale. His lips trembled. “Did… did I eat something bad?”
Before he could even verify that theory, his eyes locked onto the reward listed under Option Two:
**[Option Two: Wear a form-fitting qipao in public for one full day. Reward: Pain-Free Menstruation Trait]**
A horrifying suspicion dawned on him.
No way… it couldn’t be… Aunt Flo?!
Why else would the reward be “Pain-Free Menstruation”?!
And why did it appear *right now*, at this exact moment?!
The system must’ve known I was about to get my period—and dangled this “reward” as bait!
But wait… I’m a guy! Since when do I get fancy things like periods?!
“An Han?” Wang Sheng noticed his distress. “You sick?”
“…My stomach hurts.”
“Serves you right for drinking ice-cold cola every day.” Wang Sheng, unconcerned, tossed a roll of toilet paper onto the desk. “Bathroom’s out of paper.”
“…”
*Option Two it is!*
With no time left, An Han made his choice just as the countdown hit zero.
Instantly, he slumped onto the desk, eyes glazed over, staring lifelessly at the computer screen. A profound sense of despair washed over him.
*Please, let this just be a coincidence… Please let the system be tricking me…*
He clutched his still-aching stomach, praying he was overthinking it. But if it *was* true—if he really *was* about to start menstruating—then goodbye forever to cola, ice drinks, and all things cold.
And seriously! How could a perfectly ordinary guy suddenly get something as “advanced” as a period?!
He abruptly straightened up, gritted his teeth against the pain, and bolted for the restroom.
Half an hour later, An Han staggered out, legs shaking, and prepared to leave the dorm.
“Where are you going?” Wang Sheng asked.
“To the hospital… my stomach’s killing me.”
Don’t trust the system’s tricks. Get a proper check-up.
If the doctors say it’s just food poisoning—he *had* been vomiting and having diarrhea—then the system really *is* evil, using coincidences and useless rewards to trick him into wearing a qipao in public!
And now it’s patched the loophole—if he doesn’t complete the task, it’ll *force* him to!
You absolute dog!
He stepped into the hallway, stomach still writhing like a meat grinder was inside him, and pulled up the nearest hospital on his phone.
He hadn’t been to a hospital since his college entrance physical years ago.
But now, he had no choice.
“Three kilometers… not too far…”
But he’d never gone to the hospital alone before—his family always came with him. He didn’t even know the basic procedures. And with pain this severe, what if he collapsed on the way?
Frowning, he took two hesitant steps forward—then backed up, turned around, and knocked on the neighboring dorm room.
“Dong Ming… come with me to the hospital!” he called weakly, voice barely above a whisper.
“Can’t! I’m in the middle of a game! You’ve been ghosting me for days—what are you even doing?!” Wu Dongming didn’t even look away from his screen.
But his roommate Su Peng glanced over—and immediately jumped up, alarmed. “What’s wrong with you?!”
An Han’s face was ghostly pale, his lips colorless. He leaned weakly against the doorframe, legs trembling slightly, body curled inward from the pain. Tears shimmered in his wide, helpless eyes—an image so pitiful it tugged at the heart.
Su Peng rushed forward and supported him. “We’re going to the hospital—*now*?!”
“…Yeah.”
“What’s going on?” Wu Dongming finally turned—and froze in shock at the sight.
“You stay and finish your game. I’ll take him,” Su Peng said firmly, already guiding An Han away before Wu could react.
*Wait! I came for Wu Dongming! Why are *you* coming?!*
An Han wanted to protest, but Wu just nodded calmly. “Alright, my match isn’t done yet.”
Your best friend or your game—which matters more?!
Worried about Su Peng’s opinion of him—since he’d been trying to avoid deepening their connection—An Han had only wanted Wu to accompany him. Now, he was stuck with Su Peng instead.
“Call our advisor… get Ren Chi to come too,” An Han managed weakly. He trusted Advisor Ren.
“Advisor? Okay,” Su Peng said, helping him walk while dialing. “What’s actually wrong?”
“Severe stomach pain… dizziness… nausea…”
Su Peng quickly hailed a ride-share and dialed Ren Chi. “Don’t worry, I’ll—”
“Can’t reach the advisor.”
Su Peng glanced at An Han again. Without knowing the diagnosis, his mind raced to worst-case scenarios.
He didn’t hesitate. Bending down, he hooked an arm under An Han’s knees, scooped him up in a princess carry, and sprinted toward the dorm exit.
“!!!”
An Han’s mind went completely blank. He was too weak from pain to struggle.
*That’s it…*
*I’m going to be campus gossip by tomorrow!*
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