Chapter 23 Chapter 23: My Weird Knowledge Just Increased Part 1
Xu Yecheng took out a soft measuring tape and began measuring his body according to the method he’d looked up online.
*Bust measurement...*
He sighed quietly as he reached this step.
Since his current body was that of a girl, he’d obviously need to wear a bra. Though the size wasn’t exaggerated, it was still noticeable—and if he went to work someday without one and got found out, that would be utterly mortifying.
With a sigh of resignation, Xu Yecheng gripped the tape measure tightly in his palm and opened Douyin to absorb some "knowledge."
*Why is measuring your bust so complicated?*
He leaned forward slightly, wrapped the tape around his back, and gently pulled it taut. In the process, his palm accidentally brushed against his chest—right over a certain sensitive spot—and a jolt of tingling sensation shot through his entire body.
Xu Yecheng flinched, his whole posture collapsing in shock.
He took a deep breath, feeling blood rush to his cheeks.
*Why does it feel so... weird?*
He bit his lips tightly, staring down at the taut fabric of his top. For a moment, he almost lost himself in the strange sensation—
*Wait, what am I even thinking about? I’m here to do something serious!*
Shaking his head to clear the distracting thoughts, a few strands of hair fell across his face. Annoyed, he grabbed them like unruly children and swept them behind his head, then resumed his measurement.
Upper bust: 87.5 cm.
He took a deep breath and measured again.
Underbust: 75 cm.
He picked up a bra size chart—but it was completely incomprehensible.
After another round of frantic online research, his curiosity was finally satisfied.
*75B…*
He silently repeated the size to himself.
*Awesome! I can measure my own bust and pick the right bra size now!*
*Xu Yecheng chuckled to himself, half-amused, half-embarrassed.*
*Another weird skill added to my repertoire.*
He moved on, estimating his clothing sizes based on shoulder width, waist, and hip measurements.
*Tops—size L. Pants—size M. That should work.*
He opened WeChat and played Zheng Wenxuan’s audio clip. Instantly, the mask peeled off his face, and his whole body reverted to its familiar, original state.
He cleared his throat lightly—*ah, this feels so much more comfortable.*
When he was in girl form, even his own breathing sounded delicate and soft. It made him flustered beyond belief.
And now—without that weight on his chest—his breathing felt gloriously unrestricted.
He inhaled deeply, smoothed his clothes, opened the door to his single room, and headed downstairs.
Now that he’d figured out how to use it, Xu Yecheng had to admit—the mask really was pretty handy.
He hurried down the stairs. The building felt unusually eerie, sending chills down his spine.
*Breakfast first.*
Yawning again, he headed toward the cafeteria.
It was the last day of the holiday, and he had zero desire to go to work. Today, he just wanted to laze around in his dorm all day.
Browsing Taobao, he clicked into the lingerie section—and immediately felt overwhelmingly embarrassed.
*How absurd… Here I am, a grown man, buying women’s underwear…*
He typed in his search, and the screen filled with sultry lingerie models. He’d seen naked bodies before, but this? This was next-level mortification.
He quickly selected his size and hit “Place Order.”
*And shoes…*
With another quiet sigh, he reached the cafeteria counter, ordered a five-yuan meal set, and found a secluded corner to sit.
*As for skirts… whatever. A skirt’s a skirt.*
His eyes landed on a simple black dress—long, modest, no rips, no flashy decorations.
*Perfect. Absolutely perfect. That’s the one.*
He clicked into the product page. The price tag said “Regular price resumes in 10 minutes.”
*Fate really brought us together,* he thought with a wry smile, and placed the order without hesitation.
To avoid awkwardness, he even changed the delivery recipient’s nickname to something cuter:
**“Little Cheng, Still Asleep”**
The name popped into his head unbidden. He chuckled at himself—*guess I’ve got some girlishness in me after all.*
He entered the name, finalized the payment, and then remembered:
*In girl form, I’ve got long hair. Gotta learn how to take care of it.*
He opened Douyin again and searched for long-hair care tutorials.
He didn’t need fancy hairstyles—just something neat enough to make a good impression on the store manager.
As for makeup? His girl form was already pretty enough; he wasn’t going overboard.
He swung by a convenience store and grabbed a hairbrush. Just then, a message popped up from Zheng Wenxuan:
> “You up? Had breakfast yet?”
Xu Yecheng didn’t bother with pleasantries:
> “What do you guys want?”
> “Two rice balls, one basket of steamed buns, two boiled—[glitchy text: *monthly fee! group!! 8;:57'6:?6!34.'4::2*]—eggs, two black wheat buns, and a cup of soy milk.”
Zheng Wenxuan had tallied everything.
*Rice balls and buns for Liu Xianlin and him… Black wheat buns and boiled eggs—that’s He Xiaohan’s order.*
How unusual. Today was one of the rare times he’d be getting breakfast for He Xiaohan.
He doubled back to the cafeteria and bought two extra black wheat buns. When the auntie handed him the dark, unappealing buns, Xu Yecheng couldn’t help but wonder: *They look so ugly—can they possibly taste good?*
Curious, he asked for one more, then munched on it as he walked back to the dorm.
> “Hey Xuan, I brought breakfast. You can treat me to a black wheat bun, right?” he sent a voice note.
Zheng Wenxuan replied instantly with a panda emoji giving a thumbs-up.
Relieved, Xu Yecheng locked his phone and took another bite. The bun was surprisingly soft, with a subtle wheat aroma and the rich, toasty depth of proper baking.
It had more flavor than plain white buns.
*Maybe because it’s free, it tastes extra delicious,* he mused, sweetness slowly blooming on his tongue.
Back at the dorm, he realized—he’d forgotten his key.
He knocked. Footsteps approached, and the door opened to reveal He Xiaohan, his hair still damp from a shower.
Strands clung to his forehead, but his eyes were clear as water, his brows smooth and elegantly arched.
Xu Yecheng sighed inwardly again.
*This guy is seriously handsome… Shame he’s such a jerk.*
Why did someone so devastatingly good-looking have to be a playboy? If he’d just acted a little reserved, half the girls on campus would’ve chased after him.
“My share’s fine on the table. Thanks a ton,” He Xiaohan said, grabbing a hair dryer and heading into the bathroom.
“Mm,” Xu Yecheng replied flatly.
Inside, Zheng Wenxuan looked up and called out cheerfully, “Dad’s back!”
Xu Yecheng grinned smugly and ruffled Liu Xianlin’s hair. “And you? Why aren’t you calling?”
“Dad, thanks for the breakfast. You’re the best,” Liu Xianlin said obediently.
“Good boy~” Xu Yecheng nodded approvingly and plopped down into his chair.
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*Poor kid… please warm the author’s heart with a thick stack of monthly votes!*
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