Chapter 2: OP, I Was Wrong

“What’s going on?”

Xu Yinsheng listened to the female voice coming from her own mouth and felt extremely uncomfortable.

Was she sick with a cold, a fever, or tonsillitis?

It didn’t make sense.

She hadn’t stayed up late; she only went to bed in the early morning.

Maybe she kicked off her blanket at night, causing the air conditioner to blow on her all night.

Thinking this, Xu Yinsheng picked up the mirror from the bedside table, frowned, and prepared to see how bad her cold was to have caused her voice to change like this.

The next moment.

“Oh my god!”

The reflection in the mirror was not the pathetic sight of her swollen throat from a cold, as she had expected.

Instead, it was… a young girl with a furrowed brow, wearing an oversized men’s shirt.

The collar of the shirt was open, revealing beautiful collarbones, and her dark, lustrous long hair cascaded down to her waist.

Honestly, if he met such a beautiful girl outside, Xu Yinsheng would definitely pursue her.

Although he had dated countless girlfriends, none had lasted more than three weeks.

But he was still confident that with a combination of financial offense and seduction techniques, he could definitely become the tall, rich, and handsome man of her dreams.

But all of that was predicated on the girl reflected in the mirror not being himself!

“What the heck? Is this me?”

Xu Yinsheng pinched herself hard.

The intense pain made her realize she wasn’t dreaming.

Suddenly, it was as if she remembered something.

She grabbed the phone from the bedside table.

The OP’s avatar in the forum was a vibrant green vine, elegant with a hint of wickedness, strikingly beautiful at first glance.

Several red dots were currently lit up.

Checking the time, it was exactly early morning.

“Your wish has been fulfilled. Until we meet again.”

Are there really gods in this world?

Damn, I lost out.

I should’ve wished to transmigrate.

This message turned Xu Yinsheng’s conjecture into certainty.

Her years of materialistic views instantly collapsed.

She had naturally seen the several messages the OP had sent before, but without time to think much, she immediately used voice-to-text to earnestly beg for mercy.

“OP, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have been so boastful online. Can you change me back?”

Xu Yinsheng believed that her confrontational tone yesterday had blasphemed a deity, causing her to suffer divine punishment.

Although there were many subjective assumptions, the Huayuan Federation was a federal government with multiple ethnicities, religions, and beliefs, where theology and science coexisted.

While Xu Yinsheng was a materialist, at this point, she had to be a little idealistic, much like burning incense and worshipping Buddha during the New Year—you’re not worshipping Buddha, you’re worshipping peace of mind.

Besides devoutly begging for mercy, she had no other method now.

A message was sent, but there was no reply for a long time.

“OP?”

Xu Yinsheng tentatively sent another message.

This time, there was finally a reaction: a red exclamation mark appeared.

Below the first message, a small line of text emerged: ‘You are not friends. Before the other party replies, you can only send one message per day.’

“What kind of garbage forum is this?!”

A vein throbbed on Xu Yinsheng’s forehead.

She picked up her phone and forcefully smashed it onto the bed.

The Simmons bed was very soft and elastic.

The phone bounced back and hit her on the forehead.

“Hiss~”

She curled up, clutching her head.

There shouldn’t be any blood, but it hurt, it hurt, it hurt so much.

Not only did it hurt, but many thoughts and feelings popped into her mind, making her want someone to hug her, comfort her, and kiss her forehead.

Xu Yinsheng thought of the “hentai female protagonist physique” she had blabbed about yesterday and felt her vision go black.

She had only ever heard of people being “cut down” online, but never sexually transformed online.

She had run her mouth and even provoked the other party.

Now she was being punished.

It was just rotten luck.

Once the pain subsided, she opened the other party’s avatar with a last sliver of hope.

Generally, a user’s homepage contains detailed information about them.

Perhaps she could use that information to pay for a human search.

The other party’s homepage was very concise, with only a short introduction:

“Traveling with my girlfriend. Won’t be online recently.”

In an instant, the light in her eyes extinguished.

Xu Yinsheng lay spread-eagled on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Gender-bent.

Transformed.

And possibly unable to change back.

What now?

Call the police or tell her parents?

Would she be taken for live dissection?

After much thought, Xu Yinsheng dialed a long-unused phone number from her contacts.

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.

“Mom, it’s me…”

The call finally connected.

Xu Yinsheng deliberately lowered her voice, but the other party abruptly interrupted her.

It was a very gentle female voice.

“Oh, it’s you, Xiaoyin. I was just about to call you. We still won’t be coming back for New Year’s this year. Your gifts will be mailed to you. Happy New Year’s in advance.”

“Wife, come look! Another one’s on the hook.”

“Coming, coming! We’re busy, I’ll hang up now.”

The woman hastily hung up the phone.

Shasha, shasha, water rushed down.

The other side seemed to be at a waterfall.

Xu Yinsheng closed her eyes.

Across who knows how many thousands of miles, she vaguely “saw” a scene.

Under a bright sunlit waterfall, a man in fishing gear casually handled a fishing rod.

The woman was also dressed lightly and vibrantly.

They leaned on each other, reminiscing about their youthful past.

“Mm, got it. Happy New Year,” Xu Yinsheng said flatly, looking at the now-darkened phone screen.

They still loved each other so much, they just didn’t love her.

***

She lay quietly on the bed, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

She was rich, so she didn’t have to worry about making a living.

Her social circle was small, so she didn’t have to worry about acquaintances.

Her parents were constantly traveling the world, and even if she found a boyfriend, they wouldn’t care.

But… what should she do?

What should she do?

She covered her slightly damp eyes with her arm.

Although she was long used to it, when she truly needed support, there was none, and in her heart… she still felt a little sad.

Faint sobs escaped her lips.

The girl bit her lip, trying to hold them back, but she couldn’t help but sob, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Perhaps it was because she had become more emotional after turning into a woman, or perhaps this sudden turn of events made her unable to accept it.

Xu Yinsheng felt utterly miserable.

She was just a rich kid who loved to argue, right?

Keeping mistresses, having affairs, drowning people in cement – she hadn’t done any of those truly terrible things.

Tears soaked the comforter, the pillow, and her collar.

The girl quietly sobbed on the bed, venting her dissatisfaction, as the clock’s hands slowly moved back half a tick.

About half an hour later, Xu Yinsheng was exhausted from crying.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and tears welled up in her dark pupils, making one want to tease her.

She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, sniffled, and patted herself, softly comforting herself.

“Xu Yinsheng, you can’t cry. You have money, you have what most people in this world dream of. Even if no one in the world loves you, you must learn to love yourself.”