Chapter 10 Chapter 10: Cross-dressing Is Also a Strategy... (4)
Xu Yecheng’s heart sank instantly as a grave realization struck him.
Oh no—he was currently stuck looking like this, and even his voice had changed! How could he possibly let Zheng Wenxuan call his name now?
If he spoke up, he’d definitely be found out.
What should he do? What should he do?!
Xu Yecheng panicked, peering nervously through his bed curtain. He could faintly see Zheng Wenxuan sitting up in bed.
Startled again, Xu Yecheng gently and slowly lay back down.
Better not make any sudden moves…
But he really needed to pee.
His expression twisted with discomfort. He pulled the thin air-conditioner blanket over his exposed legs, hoping the flimsy cover might offer just a sliver of comfort or security.
The urgent need to relieve himself made him unconsciously press his legs together tightly. He listened carefully—the sounds suggested Zheng Wenxuan had gotten out of bed.
His heartbeat quickened with growing anxiety.
Xu Yecheng swallowed hard—then heard footsteps approaching.
“Still not awake?” Zheng Wenxuan murmured to himself, puzzled.
Xu Yecheng could feel him nearing his own bed…
Suddenly, something brushed against his calf. Zheng Wenxuan had reached through the mosquito netting, grabbed his leg, and gave it a gentle shake.
“Baby Cheng, wake up! Time for breakfast—your health matters most,” Zheng Wenxuan cooed softly.
Xu Yecheng panicked and immediately yanked his leg away, rolling onto his side and scooting farther into the bed.
“You were up till what time last night…?” Zheng Wenxuan paused, taken aback, then murmured gently.
Xu Yecheng didn’t dare make a sound.
“If you don’t scram right now, may you stay single for twenty years…”
He cursed silently, cheeks burning crimson.
The overwhelming urge to pee gnawed at him, and the touch of Zheng Wenxuan’s hand on his leg sent waves of revulsion crashing through his entire body—amplifying his panic tenfold.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Zheng Wenxuan asked again, sounding unusually considerate.
Say? Say what?! Just shut up already!
Xu Yecheng fumed inwardly. Why the hell was he being so caring all of a sudden? Did he have nothing better to do?
Biting his lip hard, Xu Yecheng remained deathly still, nerves frayed to their limit.
“Want me to bring you breakfast?” Zheng Wenxuan offered.
Tears welled up in Xu Yecheng’s eyes.
Bro, please just go already! Why’s he being so unnervingly sweet all of a sudden?!
“I’m talking to you—do you want it or not?” Zheng Wenxuan said, giving the bed frame a light tap.
Immediately after he spoke, there was a rustle from the bed. A small gap opened in the mosquito net, and from beneath the bed curtain emerged a pale, delicate hand—flashing him the middle finger—before quickly retreating.
“Damn it! Good deed repaid with ingratitude,” Zheng Wenxuan huffed in annoyance. “Fine, I’ll go myself.”
With that, he turned and walked into the bathroom to freshen up.
Xu Yecheng let out a quiet sigh of relief—but Zheng Wenxuan was still in the dorm!
Instinctively curling into a ball, Xu Yecheng felt he was truly at his breaking point.
Why was this happening to him?
Right now, he even wished this stupid transformation were a little more “useless,” at least enough that he could cover his face and dash straight to the bathroom to relieve himself.
Meanwhile, Zheng Wenxuan leisurely squeezed toothpaste onto his brush, oddly cheerful on this peaceful, unhurried morning.
He glanced at himself in the mirror and chuckled wryly.
“Wow, my aura’s improved today.”
But then his mind drifted back to just moments ago—when he’d grabbed Xu Yecheng’s calf.
Wait… since when had the guy’s legs gotten so slender?
And that hand that flipped him off—when had Xu Yecheng’s hands become so fair and delicate? Actually… kind of pretty.
A shiver ran down Zheng Wenxuan’s spine.
Lately, something about Xu Yecheng just felt… off.
No, no, this was bad—really bad. He must be the one with the problem, not Xu Yecheng. Why did he keep finding the guy oddly appealing?
No way—he absolutely could not be gay! Xu Yecheng wasn’t some androgynous, anime-style bishōnen or a cross-dressing idol! What was wrong with him, getting worked up over nothing?
He needed a girlfriend—stat. His standards weren’t high: as long as she was female and not terrifying, that was good enough.
Back on the bed, time crawled excruciatingly slowly for Xu Yecheng.
His entire brain was now monopolized by one desperate thought: he needed to pee.
His lower abdomen felt heavy and bloated.
Finally—the sound of the door opening. Zheng Wenxuan left the dorm and closed the door behind him.
Xu Yecheng bolted upright—but froze again in sudden fear. Kneeling on the bed, he carefully parted the bed curtain just a sliver to confirm Zheng Wenxuan was truly gone. Only then did he tiptoe down, heart still pounding.
He slipped into his slippers—but his feet, now noticeably smaller, made the once well-fitting slippers feel overly loose and awkward.
Rushing into the bathroom, he yanked down his clothes in a hurry—only to grope emptily…
Total panic struck again.
It was like a seasoned marksman in a life-or-death moment—the gap between aiming and firing vanishing in a split second…
Fortunately, Xu Yecheng reacted fast—
Legs spread, deep breath…
Finally, relief came.
As the urgent pressure faded, Xu Yecheng slowly returned to his senses—only to be overwhelmed by intense shame as he looked down at his own legs.
How could he describe it? It was like being human but forced to walk on all fours.
Using the bathroom with this body felt… completely different.
It reminded him of when he was seven and wet the bed—warm and damp against his skin.
This was just… so strange!
Though no one else was around—and he wasn’t living like Truman Burbank in some staged reality show under constant surveillance—Xu Yecheng still felt utterly, painfully embarrassed.
Yet… finishing his business did bring an undeniable sense of refreshment, just like a certain badminton player once said in an anime.
His face burned crimson as he reached for tissues—his palms already growing hot again.
Look, he *was* a guy, but he still knew the basics.
What was so wrong with touching yourself anyway?!
He scolded himself for acting so timid—it was so unmanly!
After a moment, Xu Yecheng straightened his clothes and shuffled to the sink, his whole face still flushed with embarrassment.
Anyway… this appearance was just a mask fabricated by that stupid system. No matter how real it felt—it wasn’t truly him.
He’d already touched what needed touching… though he hadn’t actually *looked*.
Sure, he’d watched those romantic action films with Zheng Wenxuan and the guys.
And yes, he understood human anatomy perfectly well in theory…
But theory was theory. In practice? He just… couldn’t bring himself to do it.
A strange sense of guilt weighed on him.
He suddenly hated how cowardly he was.
Here he was, given this once-in-a-lifetime chance—yet he couldn’t even take the first step.
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