Chapter 14: The Roommates’ Inquisition

Luo Xiaoyun returned to the same women’s restroom. She changed back into her male clothes and pushed open the stall door, only to find three girls chatting and laughing as they entered.

Her heart tensed. Instinctively, she covered half her face with her hand and hurried sideways out.

“Hey, look at that white hair!” a hushed but excited voice came from behind. “So cool! I like it! Is that a boy or a girl?”

“This is the women’s restroom, so of course it’s a girl. But wearing men’s clothes, she’s really handsome…”

“Wait, doesn’t she look familiar? Like that white-haired junior from the school gate two days ago?”

“Impossible! This is the women’s restroom! And her skin is so fair—definitely a girl!”

Luo Xiaoyun quickened her pace. Only when she was over ten meters away from the restroom did she dare lower her hand from her face. She glanced back at the door sign and patted her chest, still shaken.

That was close. Phew.

On the way back to the dorm, it didn’t rain.

The system’s prompt sound rang out on time.

“Ding! Main quest completed. Distributing rewards—”

A warm current quietly flowed through her body. Luo Xiaoyun felt as if a thin film of water had been applied to her face—cool and comfortable.

She subconsciously raised her hand to touch her cheek; it was indeed smoother and more delicate.

Then, a slight dizziness surged from deep in her mind. Countless fragments of knowledge poured into her consciousness like a tide: guqin finger techniques, go patterns, calligraphy brush control, ink wash painting techniques…

They automatically sorted and categorized in her mind, as if she had studied them for years.

“So this is… qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting?” she murmured, her fingertips unconsciously drawing a ‘cloud’ character in the air.

The door of Dormitory 118 suffered again.

Bang!

The door panel slammed into the wall, making the frame buzz.

“Your dear daddy is back—” Luo Xiaoyun drawled, striking a pose she thought was cool.

In the room, Xu Xiangyang and the other two were huddled together gaming on their phones. They looked up in unison.

“Yo, our good son deigns to return?” Xu Xiangyang raised an eyebrow. “Made yourself scarce all afternoon. Where did you goof off?”

Luo Xiaoyun kicked off her shoes and flopped into the beanbag chair. “The library. Cultivating my mind.”

Cheng Fang suddenly put down his phone, squinting at her for a long moment. “Third bro.”

“What?”

“You…” Cheng Fang leaned closer. “Did you secretly go get some beauty treatment? Why do you look… even better?”

Luo Xiaoyun’s heart skipped a beat, but she rolled her eyes on the surface. “Cheng Fang, are you seeing things from being single? Even your bro looks handsome?”

“No, he’s right,” Zhou Yu’an chimed in, also moving closer, forming a triad. “You’re too pale, and that skin…” He suddenly reached out and pinched Luo Xiaoyun’s cheek. “So tender it could drip water!”

“Piss off!” Luo Xiaoyun slapped his hand away, but her face reddened uncontrollably.

Xu Xiangyang slowly stood up. At 185 cm, he now looked down at Luo Xiaoyun nestled in the beanbag, his eyes carrying a probing and somewhat… dangerous glint.

“Third bro,” he said, lowering his voice. “Come clean.”

Luo Xiaoyun instinctively shrank back. “About what…”

“Are you…” Xu Xiangyang suddenly leaned in, placing his hands on the armrests of the beanbag, trapping her in the narrow space. “Actually a girl?”

The air froze.

Luo Xiaoyun’s heart stopped. Her pupils dilated. She opened her mouth but couldn’t make a sound.

Then,

“Hahahaha!” Xu Xiangyang burst out laughing, straightening up. “Look at your face! I was joking!”

Zhou Yu’an and Cheng Fang also laughed. “Yeah, if Third bro were a girl, I’d eat this keyboard on the spot!”

Luo Xiaoyun breathed a sigh of relief, then blushed with annoyance. “You guys are insane!”

“But seriously,” Xu Xiangyang sat back down, stroking his chin as he appraised her. “Third bro, with your looks… not crossdressing is such a waste.”

“Right, right!” Zhou Yu’an got excited. “Look at your face, your skin, your figure…” His gaze swept over Luo Xiaoyun’s slender waist and legs. “Put on a skirt and you’d definitely be school beauty level!”

Cheng Fang nodded in agreement. “I can even picture it. White hair, short skirt, little leather shoes… Damn, just thinking about it is thrilling.”

“You three perverts!” Luo Xiaoyun grabbed a cushion and threw it at them. “If you want to crossdress, do it yourselves!”

“It wouldn’t look as good on us as on you,” Xu Xiangyang caught the cushion. Suddenly he leaned in again, this time with incredible speed—

His hand precisely pinched her waist.

“Ah!” Luo Xiaoyun shrieked, her body instantly curling up like a shrimp. “Xu Xiangyang, let go!”

“No way.” Xu Xiangyang grinned wickedly, his fingers starting to tickle her. “Such a soft waist—too bad not to pinch it more!”

“Hahaha… Stop! It tickles! Help!” Luo Xiaoyun writhed on the beanbag, tears of laughter streaming down her face. She desperately tried to push his hand away, but it was clamped on like iron pincers.

The other two saw this and joined in. In an instant, the dorm was filled with Luo Xiaoyun’s shrieks and pleas for mercy.

“I was wrong! I was wrong! Let me go!”

“Say it: will you crossdress from now on?”

“No! Even if I die, no!”

“Then we continue!”

“Hahaha—I will! I will crossdress! Let me go!”

Only then did Xu Xiangyang release her.

Luo Xiaoyun collapsed on the beanbag, panting heavily, hair disheveled, traces of laughter-tears at the corners of her eyes, cheeks flushed.

“That’s more like it,” Xu Xiangyang said, satisfied, clapping his hands. “See, you’re soft and fragrant, and even when you’re angry, you’re so cute. It’s a crime against nature not to make you a girl.”

Luo Xiaoyun glared at him weakly, but her heart was in turmoil.

She seemed to be… bending her roommates a little.

After the ruckus, Zhou Yu’an mysteriously pulled out his phone.

“Check this out,” he said, opening a photo. “It’s all over the forum today—the new school beauty.”

On the screen was a profile shot of ‘Luo Zhiyao’ from the library. Azure dress, silver hair, eyes lowered as she read a book, still as a painting.

“Whoa!” Xu Xiangyang leaned in. “Where’d you get this profile shot? That face… off the charts!”

“And have you noticed?” Zhou Yu’an zoomed in on the photo, his eyes shifting between the screen and Luo Xiaoyun’s face. “This side profile… looks a lot like Third bro.”

The air went quiet again.

Luo Xiaoyun’s heart skipped another beat, but she feigned calm. “How is it alike? She’s a celestial maiden, I’m a rough man.”

“It really is similar,” Cheng Fang also examined carefully. “The nose, the chin, and the hair color… Third bro, could this be your long-lost sister?”

“If I had a sister this beautiful, would I let you guys see her?” Luo Xiaoyun snorted. “I’d have hidden her away long ago.”

Zhou Yu’an sighed, his face full of longing. “If only I could add this celestial maiden’s contact info… She’s literally the girl of my dreams.”

Luo Xiaoyun’s cheeks felt warm.

‘Your dream girl… is right in front of you.’

But out loud she said, “I want to add her too. Such a pretty girl—who wouldn’t want to know her?”

“Yeah, right,” Xu Xiangyang ruffled her hair. “You already have that beautiful senior. Don’t be greedy.”

“What senior?” Luo Xiaoyun was confused.

“Don’t play dumb. That school beauty Su who messaged you the other night,” Cheng Fang said, eyeing her sideways.

Luo Xiaoyun opened her mouth, then chose to shut it.

She curled back into the beanbag and picked up her phone, but the screen still showed that photo of ‘Luo Zhiyao.’

At that moment, her three roommates were still heatedly discussing what ‘this celestial maiden’ might like and how to hit on her.

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