Chapter 19 Chapter 19: Flirting Tips for Girls? Part 1
Xu Yecheng got out of bed, shivering slightly as a chill ran down his spine.
*How can you guys be so filthy-minded?*
Xu Yecheng was an introverted person—he’d never willingly bring up anything related to sex in front of others.
Unlike Zheng Wenxuan, whose name sounded refined and scholarly but who constantly subjected them all to impromptu lectures on human anatomy and physiology.
Of course, it was normal for young men to have urges. But lately, Xu Yecheng’s mind had been strangely... pure.
*Maybe it’s just because I’ve been exhausted from working night shifts,* he thought to himself.
He took out the mask, his heart fluttering nervously the moment he saw it again.
*What if I can’t take it off afterward?*
*Well… I guess I’ll just have Zheng Wenxuan shout once more.*
His palms grew warm, and for some reason, his mood surged with a strange, inexplicable excitement.
Maybe it was because the version of himself behind the mask really *was* strikingly pretty.
Or perhaps it was simply the thrill of experiencing a completely different body—an entirely new existence.
Xu Yecheng’s life had always lacked novelty.
Day in and day out, it was the same old grind: dragging himself through classes, running lab experiments, writing reports, finishing homework, and occasionally attending pointless lectures just to scrape together enough credits.
The modern college student’s life of quiet desperation.
Sometimes, he really envied Zheng Wenxuan. Zheng came from a well-off family—solidly within China’s official “moderately prosperous” household income bracket (monthly expenses: ¥8,576.63, savings-to-spending ratio: 44:2).
Even Liu Xianlin, though equally directionless, didn’t have to stretch every yuan like Xu Yecheng did—juggling studies and part-time work while meticulously budgeting every expense.
But above all, Xu Yecheng secretly admired He Xiaohan—the effortlessly charming guy who always had girls fawning over him wherever he went, living a life bursting with color and excitement.
Compared to them, his own life felt like absolute garbage.
With a sigh of resignation, his eyes drifted back to the mask in his hand.
*Maybe heaven took pity on me for being so miserable and sent this thing as compensation?*
But honestly—it just turned him into a “cool-powered wage slave.”
Shaking his head, he walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.
*The toilet stall’s not safe either,* he thought grimly.
*Technically, anyone with a master key could walk right in—though I doubt those two scatterbrained losers actually have one.*
It was said that whenever a university implemented some inexplicably bizarre rule, it was always because something utterly shocking had once happened there.
Taking a deep breath, Xu Yecheng pressed the mask onto his face. That familiar suction sensation returned instantly. His clothes slipped off his shoulders as his body rapidly transformed—slenderizing, softening. The rough fabric of his shirt brushed against his newly sensitive chest, sending an unfamiliar, tingling shiver through him.
His face flushed crimson. When he looked up at the mirror again, a delicate, sweet-faced girl stared back.
His clothes now hung loose and oversized—his pants sagging like wilted vegetables.
Xu Yecheng gazed at his reflection: clothes disheveled, skin porcelain-white, waist impossibly narrow, hips gently curved. Not a trace of fat anywhere. Even his navel looked... oddly alluring.
*Holy crap—that’s way too hot. I can’t handle this...*
He instinctively tugged at his sagging pants, but as he lifted the fabric, his eyes locked onto his dramatically slimmed waist.
*Wait—am I also shorter now?*
He’d been around 175 cm before; now he probably stood closer to 170.
Blood rushed to his cheeks again. He quickly dropped the hem of his shirt.
*Stop it! You’re here for a reason—focus!*
Grabbing his phone, he lowered the volume slightly and played a recording of Zheng Wenxuan’s voice. Instantly, the mask popped off. His vision rose back to its usual height, and those strange tactile sensations faded away.
*It actually works!*
He let out a huge sigh of relief.
If it hadn’t come off… well, that would’ve been an entirely different story.
Now that he understood how to control it, he felt oddly calm.
He’d made his choice.
His goal was simple: become a cross-dressing queen and earn enough money to buy a new phone.
When he really thought about it, there was nothing shameful in it. After all, he was just trying to survive—by any means necessary. And honestly, this little mask even let him do it with some dignity.
Stepping out of the bathroom, he slipped the mask into his pocket. Now he faced a new problem: his clothes’ sizes.
He needed to fix that ASAP—he didn’t want to keep his boss waiting. Plus, online shopping would take time to arrive.
Glancing at his phone, he saw it was already 4 p.m.
A wave of exhaustion suddenly crashed over him.
*I’m so tired… Why do other people get to have all the fun while I’m stuck working myself to death like a stray dog?*
*Whatever. Screw it. Goodbye, world.*
Just thinking that rebellious thought made him feel a little better.
It was his weird little way of blowing off steam.
Life was like that—if it shoved garbage in your face, you either swallowed it or starved. And if you happened to wear a suit and eat it with a knife and fork? People would call you “elegant in adversity.”
Adjusting his rumpled clothes, Xu Yecheng couldn’t help but recall the girl in the mirror.
*If only I naturally looked like that… I’d be so happy.*
A pang of envy hit him again.
This miraculous mask hadn’t actually changed his life all that much. If he’d been bolder, he could’ve used it to steal—nobody would ever suspect that pretty face belonged to him.
Then it struck him—he’d unlocked his phone with his fingerprint *while transformed*.
*Does that mean my biometrics haven’t changed?*
That was actually convenient. If he ever worked while disguised, he could sneak peeks at his phone without typing in a password.
...Though it also meant his theft fantasy was officially dead.
He tucked the mask back into his drawer, tidied up a bit, and headed out.
Walking slowly toward the cafeteria, Xu Yecheng noticed the sky darkening—rain seemed imminent. He reminded himself to grab an umbrella on his way back, or he’d get soaked tonight.
As usual, he had no strong opinions about dinner.
He grabbed a beef rice bowl and sat down, opening Taobao to browse women’s clothing.
*Kinda expensive…*
He refused to buy ultra-cheap stuff—those ¥9.9 “free shipping” outfits felt worse than wearing a plastic bag.
Come to think of it… how long had it been since he’d bought new clothes?
“Hey, Cheng! Fancy meeting you here.”
A gentle, clear voice cut through the cafeteria noise like a cool mountain breeze.
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