Chapter 86 086. Long Xing’s Birthday
Wang Yu used to always wear a cold, unwelcoming expression—just looking at him made people uneasy. But now, whenever he faced An Han, his features would visibly soften, and his tone had become noticeably gentler.
Recalling the old Wang Yu and comparing him to the one standing before him now, An Han couldn’t help but feel secretly delighted—though he kept his expression carefully neutral, sighing with feigned disappointment: “It’s fine if you can’t organize the tournament. Maybe in a month or two, some internet café nearby will hold a competition anyway.”
Wang Yu gave a noncommittal nod, then lifted his gaze past An Han.
Just then, the dorm door behind them swung open. Long Xing stepped out, spotted the two of them, and immediately perked up, bounding over with enthusiasm. “President, wanna come with us to the anime convention this weekend?”
The moment those words left Long Xing’s mouth, An Han’s heart skipped a beat. He instantly scowled and shot back, “Do you really think Wang Yu’s into otaku stuff like you guys?”
Long Xing blinked, puzzled. He’d noticed An Han always reacted strangely—almost defensively—whenever the anime con was mentioned. Every time it came up, An Han seemed like a completely different person.
But that was odd—An Han clearly enjoyed anime. He’d often animatedly discuss his favorite series, eyes sparkling. If Long Xing remembered correctly, back in freshman year, An Han had even said he wanted to go to a convention someday just to “see what it’s like.”
Long Xing was finally starting to sense something was off. Meanwhile, An Han kept ranting, determined to badmouth the event: “What’s even fun about that place? Just a bunch of shut-ins gathering together. The cosplayers pile on so much makeup their own mothers wouldn’t recognize them, and—”
“An Han… you’re not planning to cosplay at the con yourself, are you? That’s why you don’t want us going, isn’t it?”
An Han froze, eyes widening as he looked up at Long Xing.
“No way!” he stammered, already retreating toward the dorm room, muttering under his breath, “Why would I cosplay? Even if I did go—which I won’t—you guys wouldn’t even recognize me! That’s just ridiculous!”
Wang Yu watched An Han disappear behind the closing door, then turned to Long Xing. “Classic case of protesting too much.”
“There’s definitely something fishy going on!” Long Xing nodded vigorously. “Bro Wang, are you in or not?”
“I’ll pass.” Wang Yu sighed wearily, leaning back against the railing with his arms crossed. “I’ve been swamped these days—trying to set up that tournament for your dormmate Wang Sheng.”
Long Xing leaned in curiously. “Room rep? How did An Han even convince you?”
Wang Yu, who’d been expressionless a moment ago, suddenly stiffened. A faint blush crept onto his cheeks.
Thinking back on it now, that night felt like he’d completely lost his mind. His head had been filled with nothing but indecent thoughts about An Han—which was why he’d agreed without hesitation… and even looked forward to An Han’s “reward.”
Only for An Han to sneak off that very night.
“I just… couldn’t say no. He kept bothering me until I gave in,” Wang Yu offered lamely.
But Long Xing, sharp-eyed as ever, noticed Wang Yu’s odd expression. He swallowed hard, eyes wide with disbelief. “President… you don’t… *like* An Han, do you?”
Wang Yu shook his head immediately. “No.”
He clearly didn’t want to continue this conversation. Turning on his heel, he walked off. “I’m going to the gym.”
“Perfect—I was just gonna ask you to come with me,” Long Xing called out, trailing after him, though worry gnawed at him.
Why did it feel like his roommate was out here flirting with every guy—and succeeding, too? Had even Wang Yu, the human iceberg, fallen under An Han’s spell?
***
Inside the dorm, An Han slumped back at his desk, chin resting in one hand, staring blankly at his computer screen.
Beside him, Wang Sheng’s furious keyboard clacking grated on his nerves. Chen Junjie had just gotten out of the shower and now wandered past An Han, deliberately wafting the sweet milky scent of An Han’s own body wash.
“So *that’s* why you always smell nice—switched body wash and didn’t tell me?” Chen Junjie teased, wearing an annoyingly smug grin.
An Han didn’t even bother turning his head. He just yawned and gave a lazy nod.
To mask his natural scent, he’d bought a "milk-scented" body wash. He wasn’t sure if there was actual milk in it, but the fragrance was undeniably rich and creamy.
Chen Junjie leaned in closer, still provoking: “This body wash is actually pretty good—how much?”
“Forty bucks a bottle.”
“Not bad. Pretty cheap.”
He peeked at An Han’s face, expecting irritation—but An Han looked utterly unbothered. Chen Junjie’s fun fizzled out, and he retreated to his bed to scroll mindlessly through Douyin.
An Han had too much on his plate these days to waste energy bickering with Chen Junjie like before. His mind was occupied with his current tasks.
**First task:** Trick Wu Dongming into wearing women’s clothing.
That one had backfired spectacularly—An Han ended up cross-dressing himself and accidentally caught Long Xing’s affection. Though the task hadn’t failed, it had been shelved. Yet oddly, An Han remained deeply invested. He was just waiting for the perfect moment to ambush Wu Dongming with a dress!
Thinking about it now, given the system’s usual stinginess, the reward was probably just a literal “set of property”—like a tiny, useless apartment somewhere.
**Second task:** Get Wang Sheng to compete in a LAN café–level tournament.
An Han had done everything he could, even if his methods were a bit underhanded. Now it was all up to luck.
**Third task:** Wear a qipao outside—*without* covering it with a jacket or coat—and keep it on for a full day.
Reward: “Painless periods.”
…Except An Han was male.
He had zero interest in this qipao task. At most, he was mildly curious: if he wore a well-fitted qipao, would he look as graceful and elegant as the women in period dramas?
But he was also afraid—if he put on a qipao, combined with the system’s warped “aesthetic preference,” he might genuinely start *liking* women’s clothing.
“You okay? You’ve looked stressed all day,” Wang Sheng said, having just finished his game. He glanced over at An Han’s gloomy expression.
An Han switched hands, propping his cheek up again. “Nothing.”
“If something’s bothering you, just tell me,” Wang Sheng said awkwardly—he wasn’t the most expressive guy. After a pause, he added, “If I can help, I will.”
“I’m trying to figure out how to get Wu Dongming into women’s clothes.”
“…”
Wang Sheng was speechless. He hadn’t expected An Han to be agonizing over *that*. After a long silence, he could only think: *Only An Han would stress over something this bizarre.*
Since An Han had asked, Wang Sheng tried offering a suggestion: “How about… blackmail or bribery?”
“I already tried bribery. Blackmail’s… not great—it was meant as a joke.”
If the system weren’t so unreliable, and if the house reward were guaranteed, blackmail might work. But knowing the system’s track record, that “house” could be anything—a shack in the middle of nowhere, for all he knew.
“What if… you get him drunk? Slip him the dress while he’s blacked out?”
An Han whipped his head around, eyes wide with delight. “You’ve got ideas! I thought you were the innocent type!”
Man, when someone *really* leaned into the chaos, they could be just as devious as the system itself!
“…”
“I like it! We’ll find an excuse to get him drunk, then team up to dress him up!”
“Team up?”
“Duh! If he tries to hit me, you’ll help take a few punches, right? Don’t worry—he’s tiny. Doesn’t even hurt.” An Han gave Wang Sheng’s shoulder an encouraging pat, then added slyly, “So… what’s a good excuse to invite him for drinks?”
“Uh… do you even need a reason to drink?” Wang Sheng thought hard before replying, “Wait—doesn’t Long Ge’s birthday come up soon? He can’t refuse a drink on his birthday, right?”
“Long Ge’s birthday?”
An Han immediately pulled out his phone and checked the calendar—sure enough, Long Xing’s birthday was just around the corner.
Instantly forgetting Wu Dongming, An Han’s mind shifted gears.
Could he use Long Xing’s birthday to create some chaos—maybe even *lower* Long Xing’s affection toward him?
Compared to dressing up Wu Dongming, *that* was his real priority!
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Chapter likely goes live tomorrow night.
this is getting interesting