Chapter 80 080. Got Screwed Again
“No big deal—it’s acute gastroenteritis from eating something bad. Just needs an IV drip.”
“…”
An Han sat expressionlessly in the hospital corridor, IV needle in his arm, head hanging low. He couldn’t bring himself to speak for a long while.
Damn that system!
So it really *was* just food poisoning!
He’d already suspected it back in the dorm when he was vomiting and running to the bathroom nonstop—but now that it was confirmed, he felt even more hopeless.
Getting his period wouldn’t be great, sure… but being tricked into wearing a qipao for a reward he didn’t even need?
*I knew it! I’m a guy—how the hell would I get a period?!*
No matter how feminine his appearance had become, the system couldn’t just flip a switch and turn him into a woman!
If it hadn’t been for that relentless countdown, he wouldn’t have panicked and made that rushed decision without thinking clearly.
“Drink less cold stuff from now on,” Su Peng said, walking back from the end of the corridor, lecturing gently. “The doctor said it might not even be food—it could just be too much ice and cold drinks. Boiled hot water is healthiest. You really should…”
Su Peng’s presence instantly reminded An Han of the embarrassing princess carry earlier. A faint blush crept across his pale cheeks. He tried to keep a stern face—half furious at the system, half mortified by the memory—so Su Peng’s words barely registered.
“If it’s not serious, why do you look so upset?”
“No matter what illness it is, I’m not happy.”
Either he was getting his period—which meant his body was now fully female—or he’d been tricked *again* by the system.
At least it wasn’t constipation… He’d once seen a news story about a girl who made national headlines because of severe constipation. That level of public humiliation was absolutely terrifying.
He silently cursed the system in his head, giving it the worst possible review, but his body remained weak and slumped in the chair. Half-lidded, he asked tiredly, “Su Peng… do you know anywhere I can rent clothes?”
The stomach pain hadn’t fully subsided, yet he was already thinking ahead.
Buying a qipao would be wasteful—he’d probably just throw it away after completing the task.
He didn’t *want* to do this mission… but he was terrified of what “mandatory enforcement” might actually entail.
“Rent clothes? Like at a photo studio?” Su Peng assumed he wanted to take cosplay or portrait photos. “Studios usually provide outfits for free when you book a shoot, right?”
“Photo studios…” An Han muttered. “Way too expensive.”
Unless it was for ID photos, portrait sessions usually cost hundreds, if not thousands.
And even then, the clothes were only for temporary use during the shoot.
Besides—where could he wear a qipao without classmates or friends spotting him? Somewhere his gender wouldn’t raise eyebrows?
Instantly, one word popped into his head: **anime convention**.
He’d never actually been to one, but online memes and photos always showed crowds of cross-dressing guys lining up outside the men’s restroom.
As for the qipao itself… what about the *Style-Swap Camera*?
He could find a full-body photo of a qipao model online, and with the exact same makeup, hairstyle, and outfit, the camera would replicate it onto his body—saving him the cost of buying actual clothing.
But then he remembered the camera’s side effect: it induced intense, uncontrollable *arousal*.
After a whole day like that, he’d probably end up shamelessly flirting with random guys… and fully “feminize” into… *that*?
The thought alone was horrifying!
He couldn’t even imagine the scene!
“Why do you suddenly want to rent clothes?” Su Peng sat beside him, tilting his head curiously.
He couldn’t possibly say, *“I need to wear a qipao for a cursed system task.”*
An Han leaned back slightly, creating a little distance. Even without the camera’s side effects, he could feel Su Peng’s strong, masculine presence—and it made him uneasy.
He quickly made up an excuse: “Just… wanna try a new style. Yeah.”
Su Peng watched An Han’s slightly flustered expression and the way his fingers nervously fiddled with his sleeve cuff.
Those tiny gestures made his already feminine appearance seem even more girl-like—and even his clumsy lies came off as strangely adorable.
“I feel a bit better now. Let’s go back after the IV finishes.”
“Shouldn’t you stay overnight for observation?”
“Nah, hospital stays are crazy expensive…”
Besides, An Han had never been hospitalized in his life and instinctively disliked the idea.
Su Peng only stayed by his side for a bit before rushing off to handle hospital paperwork—fetching medicine, calling nurses, checking on procedures, and even stepping out to buy dinner. From afternoon to nightfall, Su Peng had been tirelessly attentive, running around nonstop.
During all this, An Han only needed to sit still—or get gently guided to examination rooms by Su Peng. There was nothing for him to worry about.
Su Peng really was dependable. If it had been Wu Dongming, they’d probably both be Googling “how to see a doctor” together.
Just as they were about to leave the hospital, Su Peng’s phone rang.
“Who is it?” An Han asked, turning his head.
“Our advisor. He’s asking what happened.”
“Then don’t tell him. It’s nothing serious anyway.”
“Uh…” Su Peng scratched his head. “I already told him.”
An Han’s face was still pale. The worst of the pain had passed, but dull cramps still lingered.
Outside the hospital, the streets were nearly empty. Su Peng checked the ride-share app—but when he turned around, he found An Han leaning weakly against a roadside tree, head drooping.
“You still feeling bad?” Su Peng asked, worried.
“Kinda… just exhausted.”
Worn down by pain and stressed over the system’s absurd task, An Han only wanted to crawl into his dorm bed, wrap himself in thick blankets, and zone out under the 16°C air conditioning for a whole night.
After a few minutes, he grew impatient. “Is the car here yet?”
“Couple more minutes.” Su Peng stepped closer, studying An Han’s weary face. Something about it tugged painfully at his heart. “You should rest properly for a few days. You seem busy all the time.”
*You have no idea.* The system gave him new tasks the *second* he had free time.
An Han nodded absently—but his mind was still racing: *Where can I get a qipao… and one that actually fits?*
He pictured graceful women in old Shanghai-era films, their curves elegantly hugged by silk qipaos.
The qipao was designed to highlight feminine beauty—and that terrified him.
As a man, he saw his increasingly feminine figure as a flaw, even a shame. Now, the system was forcing him to *display* that shame for the whole world to see.
It was cruel.
This system didn’t just torture his body—it tormented his soul.
A car suddenly pulled into the hospital parking spot. An Han glanced at the license plate, about to ask if it was their ride—but then he saw Ren Chi step out.
“An Han!” Ren Chi rushed over, eyes filled with concern. “Are you alright?”
“I’m already *leaving* the hospital… does that sound like I’m in trouble?”
Ren Chi sighed in relief. As their class advisor, he’d been frantic—especially since An Han had tried calling him and he’d missed it.
He’d always thought of An Han like a little sibling, and guilt gnawed at him. “I was napping this afternoon…”
“I told you, it’s fine—just food poisoning,” An Han cut him off.
“He looked really bad earlier,” Su Peng added. “Could barely stand.”
*That’s because I’d squatted in the toilet so long my legs went numb—it wasn’t just the pain.*
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