“Ah-choo! Ah-choo! Ah-choo!!”
At the family dinner table, Ji Yue Nian sneezed repeatedly, drawing the attention of everyone around.
“Catch a cold?” Ji Hao Tong handed him a tissue.
Ji Yue Nian took the tissue and shook his head lightly.
He didn’t know why, but suddenly a chill rose from deep within him, as if a sixth sense was sounding an alarm.
He shivered involuntarily, goosebumps breaking out all over his body.
But since it was a family gathering, Ji Yue Nian didn’t dwell on it and decided to put the feeling aside for now.
Soon, the family of four finished their dinner.
Ji Yue Nian politely declined the invitation from his parents and older brother to go for a walk.
He returned to his bedroom and collapsed onto his large, soft double bed with a contented sigh.
With just a few days left before the holiday, he thought for a moment and pulled out his phone, switching accounts.
He felt he had to send a little reminder to a certain boy.
After all, he had invested so much in the early stages, even giving away his first kiss.
If he didn’t get to see the final outcome, that would be a huge loss.
“Dear Chan Chan: Senior Jiang, my birthday is coming up soon.
I really hope my boyfriend can confess to me in front of the whole school.
Can you fulfill this little wish of your girlfriend? (Evil grin JPG).”
Meanwhile, in another place, the freshly cleaned pure white bedroom.
Jiang Chi lay helplessly on the bed, his eyes hollow as they stared blankly at the ceiling.
His hands, having just finished applying medicine and wrapping bandages, hung limply.
Suddenly, a “ding” sounded, catching the boy’s scarce attention.
He numbly picked up his phone.
It was a message marked as “special concern,” from Ji Qing Chan—no, Ji Yue Nian.
His cold eyes scanned the message, reading every word carefully.
His previously numb expression twisted back into a fierce snarl.
“Birthday? Confession?”
“Hehehehe!!”
His nails scratched long, deep marks across the phone screen.
A low, sinister laugh echoed through the room.
Those eyes, stained blue once again, stared mercilessly at the screen.
Each word seemed squeezed out through clenched teeth, dripping with hatred.
“Ji Yue Nian!!”
If a gaze could kill through the internet, then the boy on the other side of the line would already be riddled with wounds and reduced to bones.
But suddenly, the boy stopped his harsh, sorrowful laughter, revealing a strange expression.
The corners of his lips lifted slightly.
“Heh… you like to play games, don’t you?
Want me to lose face in front of the whole school, make me cry my eyes out?”
“Fine!”
“Then let’s play for real!!”
“Let’s see! Who’s! Gonna! Beat! Who!”
At this moment, the boy touched his chest, where once beat a heart full of vitality, hope, and love for a certain girl.
But now, it was gone.
All that remained was a vengeful heart fueled by “anger,” “despair,” “numbness,” and “madness!”
“It’s been so long since I sent the message, why hasn’t Jiang Chi replied yet?” Ji Yue Nian, lying on the bed in a sprawled position, refreshed his phone again.
Seeing no reply, he pursed his lips.
Stupid guy, he still hasn’t replied.
I’m not forcing you to say yes immediately; I just want to see your attitude.
Ji Yue Nian muttered silently in his heart.
Suddenly, a “ding” sounded.
Ji Yue Nian picked up his phone, eyes fixed on the screen.
It was Jiang Chi’s reply.
But it wasn’t an acceptance or a refusal, it was…
Jiang Chi: Buy a game console; Pinduoduo, help me slash the price once.
Right after, he sent a mysterious link.
Ji Yue Nian’s mouth twitched slightly but still clicked in to help slash the price once.
At this very moment, in another corner of the city, Jiang Chi stared at his laptop screen where a virus he’d implanted was already marked as successful.
A sinister, terrifying smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
Want me to cry?
Want me to suffer?
Want me to break down in tears?
Heh heh heh…
Ji Yue Nian, you chase after fame, then I’ll make your name infamous!
You care about your face? Then I’ll strip away your dignity!
If I don’t die, I’ll be your nightmare for life!!
His slender, pale fingers danced over the keyboard.
Ghostly green streams of data flashed across the screen, reflecting in the boy’s crazed eyes.
“Encrypted file?”
Jiang Chi raised an eyebrow, staring at an encrypted compressed folder stolen from the other’s phone.
His fingers moved nimbly.
A few lines of code later, the encrypted folder was successfully decrypted.
Unlike the mysterious website URLs or unmentionable videos he had imagined, what appeared after decrypting was…
Violet-colored, smooth fabric; a slender, form-fitting neckline; a grand skirt tied with a slanting bow.
On the elegant woman’s jade neck hung a delicate butterfly accessory—both exquisite and cute.
Looking further up revealed a very familiar face.
Jiang Chi was stunned for a moment before bursting into loud, harsh laughter that pierced the quiet room.
His laughter was sharp and full of sarcasm.
He raised his finger and pointed at the screen, at the boy in women’s clothes, at Ji Yue Nian.
“Who would’ve thought? Who would’ve thought!”
“Our righteous, charitable Ji Da Sports Minister, the mighty Ji Da Bully, actually has this kind of fetish!”
Jiang Chi bent over clutching his stomach, laughing so hard he nearly split his sides, tears streaming from his eyes.
Absurd, ridiculous—this world is truly insane!
His Qing Chan turned out to be such a cross-dressing pervert.
This world is truly mad!
After a long, long time, Jiang Chi finally wore out his laughter.
He wiped tears from the corners of his eyes, sat back in his chair, and scrolled through page after page of photos.
In the photos, Ji Yue Nian wore all kinds of women’s clothing.
There were gorgeous princess dresses, cute Lolita styles, even sexy cheongsams.
The more so, the wider Jiang Chi’s crooked smile grew, his expression becoming more unhinged.
He could already imagine how utterly humiliated Ji Yue Nian would be when these photos were posted on the school’s website—his face lost, his reputation in ruins!
Delightful. Absolutely delightful!
The boy laughed silently.
Just imagining Ji Yue Nian’s embarrassed, desperately wishing-to-die expression brought a strange, twisted pleasure to his heart.
His Qing Chan was gone, never to appear again.
Then what face did Ji Yue Nian have left to live in this world?
He deserved to die!
No, death was too easy for him!
A bastard like him deserved to be cut to pieces, piece by piece losing everything—family, friendship, love—so he could taste the bitterness of his own broken heart!
The boy’s mind twisted with madness!
His mouse clicked relentlessly, photos sliding one by one until—
On this one, Jiang Chi’s silent laughter suddenly stopped.
His eyes fixed unblinkingly on the photo.
It was also a cross-dressing photo, but not of Ji Yue Nian.
Or more precisely, it was “Ji Qing Chan” after the transformation.
The girl wore a tiny cheongsam.
Her long hair flowed freely.
The fitted fabric outlined a youthful figure.
Her bare feet stepped on cold, pristine marble.
Around her delicate ankle hung a string of tiny bells, swaying with grace.
This was not a single photo but a series.
Some close-ups of hands, some of the face, but mostly close-ups of the feet, especially the ones with the little bells.
Jiang Chi even found a short video showing “Ji Qing Chan” stepping on the marble floor.
Each step rang with a clear, pleasant bell sound, full of beauty.
“Qing Chan, Qing Chan,” the boy murmured obsessively, his fingers stroking the girl’s face on the screen.
Then he covered his face, quietly sobbing.
“My Qing Chan, my girlfriend…”
“Ji Yue Nian, I hate you!! You’re the reason I lost love!!!”
Suddenly, he erupted again, grabbing the computer screen tightly.
His face was twisted, hysterical.
“You didn’t disappear, did you?
You existed, didn’t you?
Answer me, answer me!!”
Gah dam
Damn, this is a level of crash out that I’ve never seen before. It’s too fucking beautiful, MC is about to face the day of reckoning.