A crisp chime rang out as the silver coin spun through the air, its mysterious patterns shimmering under the light with an intoxicating glow.
This time, however, the masculine contours on one side seemed slightly softer.
Of course, Ji Yuenian noticed none of this.
“Oww, it still hurts!”
A clear, melodious voice tinged with complaint echoed through the empty room.
Ji Yuenian mumbled as he noticed the lingering sprain mark on his ankle.
“Not what I expected.”
During this period, Ji Yuenian had not only been busy drafting his “Guide to Conquering Jiang Chi” but also found time to study the double- sided silver coin, arriving at three conclusions.
First, the coin was absolutely indestructible by any means, impervious to wear, and always maintained a weight of exactly 15 grams.
Second, the coin worked exclusively on him—-no effect on others, not even cats or dogs.
Third, fingerprints before and after transformation remained identical, with a genetic similarity of 99.999999999%.
The only difference lay in the final X and Y chromosomes.
Beyond that, the fabricated “Ji Qingchan” could practically be considered Ji Yuenian’s twin sister.
According to Ji Yuenian’s speculation, the two bodies before and after transformation should have no connection whatsoever, just like the transformation-themed novels he read during class.
But reality had slapped him hard!
When Ji Yuenian sprained his ankle, it also affected “Ji Qingchan.”
There was some unknown link between them.
With this thought, Ji Yuenian hopped on one foot back to bed, resting his head on an unopened maid outfit package while idly flipping the mysterious double-sided coin between his fingers.
“Ah, Jiang, the campus heartthrob, for you, I’ve sacrificed so much~~”
“You’d better cry your heart out when the time comes, so I can enjoy the show.”
As he spoke, Ji Yuenian imagined his rival clinging to his leg, begging pathetically for him not to leave, and burst into unkind laughter that filled the entire room.
* * *
The dilapidated alley was quiet and dim, its crumbling walls lined with weathered bricks that bore the marks of time.
Faint sunlight filtered through narrow gaps above, barely illuminating this forgotten corner.
“Senior Jiang~”
Ji Qingchan called out, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
She skipped toward Jiang Chi, stopping only when she reached him.
She deliberately leaned in closer, tilting her body slightly, her lively eyes sparkling with playful light.
Jiang Chi subtly took a step back.
“What do you want now?”
Jiang Chi wasn’t a genius, but he had inherited his father’s sharp eye for people.
For instance, the troublemakers at school who picked fights over trivial arguments, or that overly competitive classmate with no sense of boundaries, or that girl who deliberately got close to him with ulterior motives.
Yet, when it came to this self-proclaimed “Ji Qingchan,” a first-year junior, he truly couldn’t figure her out.
The first time, he thought it was a setup.
The second time, she could have made him owe her a favor by deleting the video, but instead demanded an apology—and after getting it, she explicitly told him the video wasn’t deleted.
And now, the third time…
At this moment, a gentle breeze brushed past, lifting Ji Qingchan’s hair strands.
Her hair swayed lightly in the wind, like dancing sprites.
“Senior Jiang, do you think I’m pretty?”
Her voice carried a hint of coyness, a touch of shyness, and a little anticipation as she exhaled softly.
Ji Qingchan was currently dressed in an exquisite maid outfit, with a white apron tied neatly around her waist.
A cute bow adorned the collar, adding a touch of sweetness to her appearance.
The skirt ended just above her knees, revealing a stretch of fair calves.
To conquer-no, to handle Jiang Chi, Ji Yuenian had sacrificed quite a bit.
Even the hurdle of wearing a skirt, which wounded his male dignity, was something he gritted his teeth and endured with eyes shut tight.
Though, beneath the apron, he had on a pair of men’s shorts-so, all things considered, he still preserved some shred of masculine pride.
“Passable,” came the indifferent male voice in response, along with those calm, unreadable blue eyes.
“Just passable?”
The girl seemed a little annoyed.
“Then pretty.”
“Senior Jiang, isn’t your attitude a bit too perfunctory?”
“Hmm.”
“Senior Jiang, I spent so long getting ready for you.”
“Hmm.”
Ji Qingchan widened her eyes, staring at Jiang Chi with a trace of dissatisfaction.
She bit her lip and muttered, “No wonder you’re a bookworm, holed up in the library all day. With that kind of emotional intelligence, no wonder you’re still single at seventeen.”
But then again, it was precisely because he was a blank slate in romance that he was easier to handle.
If he were one of those playboys—Ji Yuenian had recently binge-read several gender-bender novels, and in one of them, the female lead had been gradually manipulated by a playboy protagonist until she fully embraced her femininity.
Just the thought of it sent a chill down Ji Yuenian’s spine—a 183 cm-tall, straight male.
Accompanying Jiang Chi all the way to school, Ji Qingchan fully embraced her chatterbox persona, babbling nonstop and asking endless questions.
Jiang Chi, true to his reputation as the school’s aloof heartthrob, barely responded the entire way, forcing Ji Yuenian to internally grumble -no wonder he couldn’t fit in with the group.
With a personality like his, it was a miracle he hadn’t been outright ostracized.
Before they knew it, the two had arrived at school. Jiang Chi quickly split off, heading toward the second-year building, while Ji Qingchan obtained what she wanted-Jiang Chi’s WeChat.
“This life is like being a monk in ascetic training,” Ji Yuenian sighed after adding him, scrolling through Jiang Chi’s completely blank WeChat Moments on the new phone he had bought specifically for “Ji Qingchan.”
Other people’s Moments were filled with clothes, food, or cars—but Jiang Chi had to be the special one, with absolutely nothing.
“Hey, miss, can I add you-“
Ji Yuenian turned to see a somewhat handsome boy in a blue T-shirt jogging toward her.
He looked about sixteen or seventeen, with a backpack slung over his shoulder-probably a first-year student.
“No,” Ji Yuenian cut him off before he could finish.
The boy’s face fell at the rejection, but he persisted, “I’m Ye Xiaolin, from the sports club. If you ever need help, you can come find me.”
With that, Ye Xiaolin dashed off, backpack bouncing behind him.
After he disappeared, several more gazes lingered on Ji Yuenian, and even a few whistles sounded here and there.
Ji Yuenian ignored those people completely, not even sparing them a glance, and walked straight to a nearby bench to sit down.
Then, he took out the phone belonging to “Ji Yuenian” from the small pink bag he carried with him.
Bright Moon and Eternal End: “Ah Tian, help me skip the 8 a.m. class. I’m dipping for something important.”
“Hey, classmate, are you working at that maid café outside campus? Got time for a drink…”
A boy exuding an air of wealth spoke as he approached Ji Yuenian.
“Piss off! I ain’t interested!!”
With that, Ji Yuenian kicked the guy to the ground, then turned and walked away without looking back, leaving the boy writhing in pain, curled up like a shrimp.
She’s so mean😭