Chapter 48 Chapter 48: Red Rose (3)
Xu Yecheng quickened her movements. She had actually looked up information about this on purpose—underwear had special detergents for washing—but she figured regular laundry detergent would probably work just as well. Specialized detergent for intimate clothing would have to wait a few more days.
When Xu Yecheng picked up the panties, the thought involuntarily popped into her head that these were things she had only just taken off, things this body had just been wearing…
Was she really that perverted!?
Her expression stiffened, and her face flushed uncontrollably.
What am I thinking!?
Xu Yecheng shook her head, her hair swaying with the motion before slowly falling back down, partially blocking her vision. She was just about to take a deep breath when she remembered she was in the dorm, so she quickly held it in and then let it out gently.
Ugh, this sneaky feeling really wasn’t great.
She reached up to sweep the hair out of her line of sight, poured a little detergent on, and began washing gently.
The bathroom was very quiet, and Xu Yecheng’s thoughts drifted again without her noticing.
For example—what if everything happening right now was just a dream? But this vivid, intense sense of exhaustion didn’t really seem like something a dream could produce.
Could it be that she had a severe mental illness, and everything in front of her was just something she’d imagined?
Maybe deep down she wanted to live peacefully as a girl, so she fantasized this whole situation into existence.
Xu Yecheng thought about these things for no reason at all, her gaze once again landing on the girl in the mirror.
The loose clothes hung on her body. Her eyes swept over her upper half, and her gaze dimmed slightly.
When she had first changed like this, she’d thought that even dressing this way looked pretty good—but after wearing women’s clothes, why did she now feel that these men’s clothes looked so sloppy?
All in all, a girl’s body wearing men’s clothes just looked stranger the longer you stared at it.
After finishing washing, Xu Yecheng plugged in the fan and used cold air to dry the underwear. When she was finally done, she stretched her neck—the fan held up behind her had made her whole arm ache.
Her gaze then fell on her own fair, slender arm, noticeably thinner than her original one.
This time she’d learned to be smart. She loosened her pants first, then took out her phone and removed the mask.
By the time he came out of the bathroom, He Xiaohan was already sitting at his seat. Xu Yecheng put down his backpack and sat heavily in his chair, looking exhausted.
“He Lao, that girl you showed me is on the forum,” Zheng Wenxuan suddenly said.
“Oh?” He Xiaohan looked mildly interested. “The school forum?”
Xu Yecheng frowned. Why did he suddenly have a bad feeling about this?
“Yeah, it’s a hot post. Go check it out. Damn, that girl is seriously good-looking,” Zheng Wenxuan said, but his expression quickly turned regretful. “Why did they censor it? Such a pretty girl. I don’t think she’s any worse than Ji Qingying.”
Confusion flickered in Xu Yecheng’s eyes. Curious, he opened Baidu Tieba anyway.
Zheng Wenxuan might be a bit rough around the edges, but his taste in girls was sometimes pretty solid.
He opened the school forum, and when he saw the image in the hot post, his entire body froze.
Holy shit—this is me!?
He Xiaohan leaned over to glance at Xu Yecheng’s screen, then lost interest and looked away.
When He Xiaohan leaned in, Xu Yecheng’s hand holding the phone trembled slightly.
No—how did a simple interview end up getting posted on the forum?
Xu Yecheng thought back carefully. That day, someone had indeed been recording video. Although the eyes had been censored, seeing himself—his other self—like this still felt incredibly strange.
“Damn it, why censor it? Isn’t censoring only for dirty videos? That girl is so pretty—why censor her? I seriously don’t get it,” Zheng Wenxuan lamented.
Xu Yecheng didn’t dare say a word.
He silently glanced at the post title: ‘Holy crap, our school actually has such a good-looking girl!?’
Xu Yecheng was speechless.
People fear fame like pigs fear getting fat. A sense of danger immediately crept up on him.
Scrolling down through the comments, he saw some pretty unpleasant ones.
“Those lips… I’m not saying anything. Let me just go take care of business.”
Xu Yecheng’s scalp tingled.
At that moment, He Xiaohan’s voice came from beside him.
“Originally the plan was to censor everything when the video was done. Only censoring the eyes is already pretty decent,” He Xiaohan said calmly, taking a sip of water.
Zheng Wenxuan blinked.
“He Lao, you made the video?”
“Not the video. I only handled the PPT,” He Xiaohan chuckled, sounding like a knowing advisor. “What’s up?”
“Oh, right—you definitely have the original photos, don’t you?”
Xu Yecheng’s expression stiffened. What the hell—He Xiaohan was actually involved in this!?
Then he must’ve seen the entire interview process…
And then… was he planning to make a move on him?
Xu Yecheng suddenly felt a headache coming on.
“That kind of thing is exclusive content. You’ve gotta offer something for it, Xuan,” He Xiaohan replied with a smile.
“Name your price,” Zheng Wenxuan said readily.
“One hundred yuan,” He Xiaohan said, his tone turning teasing.
Zheng Wenxuan froze, immediately looking pitiful. “He Lao, you can’t scam your own people like this. A hundred yuan is a lot!”
“Up to you—cash on delivery,” He Xiaohan’s tone turned mature again.
The real victim, Xu Yecheng, was experiencing an unprecedented level of social death.
Photos of his other self were actually being resold like this…
His gaze lifted to He Xiaohan’s kindly smiling face, and a trace of disgust welled up inside him.
“He Lao…” Zheng Wenxuan sidled up to him humbly. “Cheaper? Half price? Crazy Thursday, I’ll send you fifty.”
“Forget it. I didn’t keep her photos. That girl works at a café—if you want to see her, go there yourself,” He Xiaohan replied, seemingly unable to stand his groveling anymore.
Xu Yecheng’s heart sank halfway.
Damn—what now? Everything suddenly felt really hard to deal with…
Xu Yecheng turned and powered on his computer, his mood instantly darkening.
“Holy crap, really? The one two streets past the school gate?”
“Mm,” He Xiaohan responded.
“That’s awesome! I want to see that girl in a maid outfit!” Zheng Wenxuan cheered, suddenly feeling like life was full of hope again.
Xu Yecheng swallowed.
The half-cold heart inside him instantly lost what little warmth it had left.
He felt like he’d been sniped.
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