Chapter 85 085. Competition Sponsorship
"You decided that fast?"
At the entrance of the girls' dormitory, Lin Yi affectionately hooked her arm around An Han's. "Then let's just go to my dorm and try on the outfits right away?"
An Han had already returned the two qipaos he'd ordered online. Unlike other types of women's clothing, qipaos didn’t come in special male sizes, leaving him with no choice but to rely on Lin Yi’s advice.
"Let’s... not?" His body stiffened instantly. He really wasn’t used to such close physical contact with a girl—his face was already flushing red.
Girls’ bodies were so soft... and smelled so good...
Heaven above, at least his sexual orientation was still straight—he still liked girls.
But then a strange thought popped into his head:
When I get close to Long Xing or Su Peng, do they have similar thoughts?
Like… “An Han’s body is so soft and smells so nice”?
The absurd notion instantly darkened his expression. He quickly sobered up and shook his head firmly. "The dorm supervisor won’t let me in."
"How could they? They don’t even know you."
"But I’m a guy—"
"So? Who’d know you’re a guy if you don’t say anything?"
He absolutely did NOT want rumors spreading around class the next day that he was a girl. No way in hell would he step into the girls’ dorm. He shook his head vigorously.
"But you still need to try on the clothes and take photos for the sponsor to review," Lin Yi insisted.
An Han thought hard for a moment before suggesting, "How about we find some other place to try them on?"
"In my dorm, I could even do your makeup—you’d look way prettier!"
Makeup?
An Han adamantly opposed anything even remotely feminine. He was already girlish enough—adding flashy makeup would only push him further toward looking “neither male nor female.” Before the system could even corrupt him further, he’d ruin himself.
So he shook his head again. "How about this—I’ll just send the sponsor a photo of me in casual clothes?"
"But if the fit’s off, we’ll need to alter it…" Lin Yi looked troubled. "At the very least, I’ll need your measurements. I’ll be tailoring the outfits for you over the next few days."
"My… measurements?"
An Han froze. Aside from when discussing girls, he almost never heard the term “measurements.”
"Your bust, waist, and hip—plus arm length, leg length, all that. Just buy a soft measuring tape, take your measurements tonight, and send them to me online in detail." Seeing that she couldn’t immediately dress An Han in women’s clothing, Lin Yi’s enthusiasm waned. She yawned and loosened her grip on his arm. "Oh, and send me a photo—preferably one of you in women’s clothes."
Where the hell am I supposed to get a photo like that?!
Wait… actually, I do have one…
He suddenly remembered Long Xing’s phone—the first time he’d cross-dressed, Long Xing had secretly snapped a photo of him.
But that picture was too dark, and back then he hadn’t yet gained the stat boosts from the system. Even though Long Xing had been smitten, objectively speaking, the photo wasn’t exactly pretty.
"Alright, I’ll see what I can do…"
An Han walked away, his mind tangled in anxiety.
Things were getting worse and worse.
More and more people were learning he was a cross-dresser, and many kept mistaking him for a girl.
Worse still, because of the system’s enforced “aesthetic preferences,” he was starting to develop an interest in women’s clothing himself.
After this task ended, he’d try letting the countdown timer run out without making a choice—just to see what the system would do next.
And if it forcibly assigned a new task, he’d deliberately slack off to test its limits.
Although the qipao issue was making progress, An Han couldn’t feel any joy. His face clouded with worry as he returned to his dorm—only to find someone he absolutely didn’t want to see.
Wang Yu!
What the hell are you doing here?!
His body froze. The memory of what had happened with Wang Yu at the hotel rushed back like fire, heating his cheeks instantly.
Other people only mistook him for a girl due to his appearance—but Wang Yu had practically decided he *was* a girl.
That was incredibly dangerous! Long Xing and Su Peng, even if they harbored feelings for him, would hold back due to his assumed gender. But if Wang Yu’s affection ever surpassed 80 points, he might outright confess.
That’s why An Han had been deliberately avoiding Wang Yu these past few days—even refusing to chat online.
Wang Yu, who’d been leaning against the railing, head down and scrolling through his phone, suddenly looked up—just in time to catch An Han tiptoeing backward in retreat.
"Why are you running away?" Wang Yu called out flatly.
"I’m not! I just remembered I need to go buy a Coke," An Han lied, his acting skill having clearly improved. He met Wang Yu’s gaze with feigned confidence—
Except his burning red cheeks betrayed every ounce of his nervousness.
Wang Yu stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked forward. "I’m not here to drag you to the gym."
"Oh…"
"It’s about the competition."
An Han’s eyes lit up instantly. "Did you find a sponsor? Can we hold the tournament now?!"
"I’m telling you, it’s probably not going to happen. I reached out to Perfect World and Valve, hoping they’d offer support—but neither replied."
"What’s there to say about that…"
An Han’s mood plummeted again. He bit his lip and looked away, his expression so disheartened he resembled a little kitten sulking alone in a corner.
Wang Yu had previously viewed An Han as just an effeminate guy—holding a faint bias against him. But ever since discovering An Han’s secret at the hotel, he’d started seeing him as… kind of cute.
His cold expression softened, though he remained completely unaware that this shift stemmed from his rising affection toward An Han. He continued, "But I did find one sponsor."
An Han’s slightly disappointed face instantly perked up like a cat catching a whiff of fish. He leaned eagerly toward Wang Yu. "And?"
"It’s a gambling website—'Bocai'."
"Tch. Forget it, then."
Bocai gambling sites were just as harmful as campus loans from a few years back, and CS:GO gambling sites were especially rampant—many top-tier international teams even openly partnered with them. It had practically become an unspoken norm in the scene.
An Han despised them deeply. Worse, if a gambling site sponsored their school tournament and students got hooked, he’d feel personally responsible—like he’d committed a sin.
Wang Yu nodded, unsurprised. "Fine, I’ll decline their offer."
Seeing An Han’s expression sink again into disappointment, he sighed helplessly. "There’s no way around it—this event is too niche. I’m telling you, it probably just can’t happen."
He’d genuinely chased down numerous potential sponsors: small ones like campus cafés and nearby shops for promotional support—but most owners had never even heard of CS:GO. He’d also contacted larger prospects like computer stores and peripheral brands, but most never replied.
"Then forget it."
It wasn’t like it was urgent. Maybe… maybe in ten or twenty years, some internet café tournament would pop up, and Wang Sheng would finally compete.
The system had never indicated task failure. Even his very first task—"Get Wu Dongming to wear women’s clothing"—still showed no failure notice to this day.
An Han narrowed his eyes, a mischievous glint returning.
Suddenly, he felt like tormenting Wu Dongming again.
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