Chapter 21 Chapter 21: Flirting Tips for Girls? Part 3
“Hmm…” Xu Yecheng hesitated again upon hearing the answer.
*Yeah, makes sense—just get him something practical.*
“He’s recently decided to up his game and start flirting,” Xu Yecheng said, brightening instantly. “You could give him some skincare—like a basic face mask set. Something around a hundred yuan should be fine.”
The moment He Xiaohan said that, Xu Yecheng’s face lit up with genuine admiration.
“You really *do* know your stuff,” he said earnestly.
*Unlike me—I never pay attention to any of this.*
He Xiaohan leaned back in his chair, his handsome face still carrying that easy, confident smile.
“You’ve gotta understand a little human nature,” he said casually.
Xu Yecheng felt another wave of quiet resignation.
He Xiaohan wasn’t just a master at flirting—he had great social skills, solid friendships, and striking good looks to boot. Comparing himself to He Xiaohan only made Xu Yecheng feel like a hopeless rookie.
His life truly lacked direction.
Back when he was with Ji Qingying, at least he’d felt like he had a path. Now? Nothing.
“You short on cash?” He Xiaohan asked, noticing Xu Yecheng zoning out again. “There’s a campus event—you can earn 500 yuan.”
“What kind of event?” Xu Yecheng blinked, instantly perking up at the mention of money.
“Themed campus photography—our department’s running it. Not many people sign up. First prize is 500 yuan, ‘Most Creative Concept’ gets 300, plus a bunch of other minor awards.” He Xiaohan paused, then added, seeing Xu Yecheng’s hesitation, “Just participating gets you 0.1 academic credit. Winning gives you another 0.1.”
“Oh, really?” Xu Yecheng’s eyes gleamed. *Money AND free credits?*
“Can I join your team?”
“Yeah—wanna?” He Xiaohan crossed his arms, looking utterly confident. “I’m sure we can win a few hundred easy. We’ll split it 50-50.”
“So sure of yourself?” Xu Yecheng raised an eyebrow, suspicious now. “Who says we’ll even place?”
“I’ve won before—twice at the department level, once at the university level. Always walked away with cash,” He Xiaohan said with a relaxed grin, clearly enjoying Xu Yecheng’s doubtful expression.
“Damn, you’re legit,” Xu Yecheng muttered in awe. But something still felt off. “Then why ask *me*? I’ve got zero experience with this stuff.”
He Xiaohan gave him a look like he’d just asked the dumbest question in the world.
“Do you *want* the money or not?”
“Yes! Yes! Absolutely!” Xu Yecheng said quickly.
Honestly, they weren’t enemies. It was just that Xu Yecheng *personally* resented He Xiaohan—for how he’d treated Ji Qingying.
But the He Xiaohan offering to help him earn money? That guy didn’t seem bad at all.
Xu Yecheng knew he was being irrational. After all, he and Ji Qingying weren’t together anymore—there was no real connection left.
He was just punishing himself over nothing.
“Then it’s settled,” He Xiaohan said, standing up and picking up his now-empty tray.
“Remember to sign up—deadline’s tomorrow night at 7 p.m.”
Xu Yecheng looked up at him. He Xiaohan frowned slightly.
“What? You got more questions, Cheng?”
“Nope,” Xu Yecheng said, lowering his eyes back to his phone.
He just couldn’t figure out how He Xiaohan ate so fast.
Opening the event’s registration app, Xu Yecheng quickly found He Xiaohan’s team and hit “Apply to Join.”
He took a deep breath, then shoveled in a couple more bites of rice.
Sure enough—the moment He Xiaohan left, the subtle feeling of being watched from all directions vanished completely.
With a heavy heart, Xu Yecheng reluctantly ordered a tub of clay face mask as Zheng Wenxuan’s birthday gift.
Then he reopened Taobao and went back to browsing women’s clothing.
Honestly, this stuff was *hard* to shop for.
He’d been scrolling for ages and hadn’t found a single outfit he liked. Most dresses were overly flashy—low-cut, backless, midriff-baring...
When other girls wore them? Sure, the sexier the better—eye-popping, even.
But on *himself*? Absolutely not.
If he wore something that revealing, it’d feel no different than running naked down the street.
His male dignity was truly being trampled by life itself.
A wave of helplessness washed over him again.
Still, there was one small consolation: only he and his boss knew about his cross-dressing job.
Even if it *was* deeply embarrassing—or even “perverted” in his own eyes—no third person would ever find out.
He trusted his boss wouldn’t betray his secret.
*Xiao Xin, please protect me,* he silently prayed.
So many worries.
He felt utterly exhausted—mentally, emotionally, spiritually drained.
Back in freshman year, he’d slacked off completely, skipping almost all extracurriculars. Now, as a sophomore, he was panicking—his academic credits were dangerously low. With only 0.1 credits per activity, he couldn’t afford to laze around like last year.
Between work, buying women’s clothes, disguising himself, nervously measuring sizes, even purchasing *underwear*—not to mention his broken phone and the year-long installment plan for a replacement—money was bleeding out of every orifice of his life.
He sighed deeply, trying to steady his frazzled nerves—when out of the corner of his eye, he noticed two figures approaching.
He turned. Two girls stood before him, smiling shyly.
Xu Yecheng blinked in confusion. “Uh… can I help you?”
The taller one blushed slightly. “Um… are you friends with Senior He?”
Xu Yecheng wasn’t dumb. He Xiaohan had once told them plainly: *“If girls come asking for your contact info, just give it to them.”*
Zheng Wenxuan had originally thought He Xiaohan was showing off—but shockingly, it had actually happened.
Girls *did* come looking for them.
But Xu Yecheng always refused. For everyone’s sake.
“Sorry,” he said gently. “Senior He said not to give it out.”
The girls’ faces fell instantly.
“Oh… okay. Sorry to bother you. Bye, senior!”
Watching them walk away, Xu Yecheng finally understood why He Xiaohan had bolted the second he finished eating.
He took his time finishing his meal, then slowly exited the cafeteria.
But the moment he stepped outside—barely three steps beyond the door—the gloomy sky, as if personally offended by his presence, unleashed a torrential downpour.
His frustration exploded.
*Damn it… I should’ve brought an umbrella!*
The rain grew heavier by the second. People around him sprinted for cover, soaked and frantic.
Raindrops pounded his face. Within moments, he was drenched—water streaming down his cheeks.
With no choice, Xu Yecheng trudged back into the cafeteria, resigned to wait out the storm.
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