Chapter 84 084. Rescue
From a restroom in the corner of the second floor of the teaching building came a groan—so ambiguous in pitch that it was impossible to tell whether it belonged to a boy or a girl.
“It’s completely... the wrong fit!”
Although An Han’s figure now looked indistinguishable from a girl’s to the naked eye, the qipao he’d bought could barely be squeezed on. The shoulders were painfully tight—as if any sudden movement might rip the fabric apart.
And worse, the dress didn’t even flatter his figure.
The waist hung loose and shapeless, and his chest offered no support at all. Compared to the model photos on the online store, this qipao felt like outright fraud.
The style looked decent enough, but the cut was utterly disastrous.
An Han didn’t think his body was that bad—sure, his chest was flat, but that was about it. Otherwise, why would so many guys keep developing crushes on him nonstop?
“Guess you really do get what you pay for.”
The two qipaos together had nearly cost him a hundred yuan—and yet both had their own issues. No matter how he tried them on, they just felt wrong. He couldn’t shake the feeling he’d been scammed.
“At least returns are easy these days.”
Muttering to himself, he was just about to take off the qipao when he suddenly heard movement outside the restroom.
He instantly clamped his mouth shut, froze in place, locked the stall door, and cowered silently like a frightened quail.
If he stayed dressed, at worst he’d be seen as some weirdo secretly wearing women’s clothes.
But if someone caught him undressing in an empty classroom building? Then he’d be labeled a pervert engaging in some kind of exhibitionist play—all in broad daylight!
Both scenarios were mortifying, but the latter was infinitely more catastrophic.
The footsteps outside were crisp—sounding like leather-soled shoes—so An Han guessed it was a faculty member, probably a teacher.
Not all teachers were as open-minded and tolerant as Ren Chi.
His muscles tensed up. Then, realizing something, he looked down at his body: the red qipao clung gently to his flat chest, yet two small bumps were clearly visible beneath the fabric—unexpectedly alluring.
When it’s time to actually complete the task, I’ll have to stick on a couple of band-aids. There’s no way I’m buying a bra!
But his immediate crisis wasn’t over yet. Already, his mind was spiraling, conjuring up a dramatic scene of being caught by both students and teachers.
Fortunately, the footsteps quickly faded into the distance. He let out a relieved breath and finally began changing back into his regular clothes.
“Even if this qipao doesn’t quite fit… it still looks better than my usual boy clothes…”
The moment the words left his mouth, he slapped both cheeks in frustration, trying to snap himself out of it.
“That’s just the system messing with my sense of aesthetics! It’s deliberately trying to twist me—body and mind—into a full-on cross-dresser!”
“I absolutely will not give in!”
After changing back into his male attire and stuffing everything into the courier bag, An Han finally stepped out of the restroom.
He looked up—and froze.
Standing right at the restroom entrance was a teacher, cigarette dangling from his lips, staring at him with evident shock. He clearly hadn’t expected to find a student hiding inside.
An Han was just as stunned, locking eyes with the man in mutual bewilderment.
Did he hear me talking just now?
“Good morning, teacher~” An Han instantly plastered on a bright smile and hurried past with his head down, his steps flustered.
The teacher glanced at the darkening sky, then at the cigarette in his hand. Realizing it was inappropriate to smoke in front of a student, he quickly stubbed it out and tossed it away—then reached out and grabbed An Han’s arm as he passed.
“What’s a female student doing here?”
He found An Han’s behavior highly suspicious.
“I’m a guy!” An Han yanked his arm free, took a step back, and retorted with forced bravado—but his voice trembled slightly.
The teacher glanced at An Han’s face, then at his chest—still bare since he’d forgotten to put his jacket back on.
“Shouting louder doesn’t make you right,” he said dryly.
“A female student sneaking around in the boys’ restroom for who-knows-what,” the teacher eyed him skeptically, “and claiming to be male? Show me your student ID.”
Who the hell carries their student ID everywhere except when entering or leaving campus?!
Just then, footsteps echoed down the hallway, followed by a familiar voice calling out cheerfully from afar:
“Professor Chen! That meeting dragged on forever, huh? You came out for a bathroom break too?”
Hearing that voice, An Han’s eye twitched inside the restroom.
Professor Chen stepped aside—and in walked Ren Chi, already unzipping his pants. But the moment he saw An Han inside, he jumped in shock.
“Why is it you again?!”
You think I know?! Why is it always you too?!
“You two know each other?” Chen asked.
“He’s my student—probably has evening classes,” Ren Chi said, hastily redoing his belt with a pained expression. “What are you doing here?”
“N-nothing…” An Han stammered guiltily, then immediately raised his voice again. “He insisted I’m a girl!”
Professor Chen continued eyeing him suspiciously.
He’s just a slightly masculine-looking girl—that’s all. Gender ambiguity is practically normal these days.
But certain details… those can’t be faked. The truth is obvious!
“Professor Chen, my student here is male,” Ren Chi cut in firmly, ending the man’s speculation. “He just has feminine features. It’s perfectly normal for him to use the boys’ restroom.”
“…”
“Also,” Ren Chi added with a smile, “smoking’s not allowed in the teaching building.”
He bent down, picked up the discarded cigarette butt, tossed it into a trash bin, then slung an arm around An Han’s shoulders and steered him out.
Professor Chen stood there, bewildered, watching An Han’s slender figure disappear down the hall—the subtle sway of his hips leaving the teacher utterly confused.
That’s… a guy?
Do I look like I’ve never seen a real man before?
Once they were far enough away, Ren Chi tightened his grip slightly and asked with a teasing smile, “No evening class, yet you’re here? What shady business were you up to in the restroom, huh?”
“No way~” An Han, now safely out of trouble, instantly relaxed—his tone and expression brightening. “I was just trying on new clothes.”
“Trying on clothes… in a restroom?”
Ren Chi glanced at the parcel in An Han’s hands. He clearly understood what was going on but chose not to press further. Instead, he gently reminded him, “Put your jacket on.”
“Oh… right.”
An Han fumbled to pull his jacket back on.
Honestly, Ren Chi still couldn’t figure out how An Han’s chest had changed like this.
He’d noticed it before but had assumed it was just fat—but now it looked more like the early development of a teenage girl.
“You should get a physical check-up sometime.”
“I know.”
At the stairwell landing on the second floor, Ren Chi stopped and turned toward a large classroom down the hall.
“I’ve still got a meeting. You go on ahead.”
“Thanks!” An Han waved cheerfully and dashed downstairs. “I’ll treat you to dinner next time!”
“No need—I still owe you for helping me move last time.”
Ren Chi shook his head with an amused smile as he waved back.
This kid really wore his heart on his sleeve—playful, lively, and utterly endearing.
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