The dormitory was empty, with only the occasional muffled voices and the sound of wind rustling through the leaves drifting in from outside the window.
Yu Qing locked the door, carefully drew the curtains, and made sure the small space was completely private.
He stood in the center of the room, heart beating a little fast, palms slightly sweaty.
The camera bag containing the Black Pearl was placed in the safest corner of the desk.
At this moment, the zipper was open, and the Iron Box inside had long since vanished.
He had just made a phone call.
The three roommates were spending the night at the Net Café.
Yu Qing hated the smoky atmosphere of Net Cafés, so he refused their invitation.
Therefore, until tomorrow morning, he would be the only one in the dormitory.
And now, he was “she”.
Yu Qing lowered his head, gaze falling on “his” hands.
These hands were slender, with indistinct knuckles and skin so delicate it was almost excessive.
He slowly raised his hand, hesitated a little, and gently touched his own cheek with his fingertip.
The sensation was soft and smooth, carrying the warmth of body heat.
An extremely unfamiliar, feminine softness spread from his fingertip, making him feel as if struck by a faint electric current.
He quickly withdrew his hand.
His ears began to heat uncontrollably.
So this is… a girl’s skin?
Curiosity finally outweighed initial embarrassment.
He took a deep breath, as if about to conduct a very serious experiment, and walked to the full-length mirror.
The reflection in the mirror clearly showed “Fu Yi’s” figure.
She was wearing his own obviously oversized gray hoodie and loose T-shirt, with equally ill-fitting athletic shorts below.
Fu Yi’s originally tall figure was completely concealed by this plain outfit, leaving only a beautiful face tinged with confusion and detachment.
The strong contrast made him feel both strange and somewhat… inexplicably excited.
Begin.
Yu Qing chanted silently in his heart.
She first took off the large outerwear.
The old T-shirt underneath, his own, still looked like a sack on “Fu Yi,” the shoulder seams slipping down the arms and the collar askew, exposing a small patch of delicate collarbone.
After hesitating for a moment, Yu Qing ultimately couldn’t bring himself to take off the T-shirt.
After all, if he took it off, there would be nothing left underneath.
In the mirror, Fu Yi’s upper body was left with only a black T-shirt.
Fair skin, smooth shoulder lines, a slender yet not fragile waist… and the distinctly curved lines encased within the fabric.
Yu Qing’s face instantly turned red, blood rushing to his head.
She almost immediately looked away, not daring to look closely.
Her heartbeat thundered in the quiet dormitory.
See no evil, see no evil…
But this is me now…
Looking… should be okay, right?
Yu Qing struggled internally.
In the end, a curiosity bordering on the exploration of life itself, mixed with a desire to observe this “supernatural gift,” forced her to look back at the mirror.
This time, Yu Qing observed more carefully, though she tried to maintain a… hmm… objective gaze, doing her best to ignore the churning embarrassment and strangeness inside.
As a girl, Fu Yi’s body had smooth, firm muscle lines.
There were faint signs of exercise on her arms and abdomen, clearly indicating good fitness habits.
Her skin was astonishingly good, smooth and delicate, making Yu Qing reluctant to let go.
Inevitably, Yu Qing’s gaze finally settled on the curves of her chest.
Even through the T-shirt, she could feel the soft, full weight so different from a male body.
This was a completely unfamiliar physical sensation, making even her posture and breathing adjust subconsciously.
So… this is what it’s like for girls not to wear underwear…
Tingly, numb, and a bit comfortable…
Yu Qing tried taking a gentle breath, then exhaled slowly, feeling the subtle friction of her chest rising and falling against the fabric.
A faint, indescribable stimulation spread from the skin under the clothes, making her scalp tingle and her cheeks flush even more.
Calm down… calm down…
Next came further exploration.
Yu Qing hesitantly used those now “hers” jade hands to lightly and quickly touch the skin of her arm with her fingertips.
Smooth, cool, soft.
Then she touched her waist.
Ugh, even softer, and ticklish.
She couldn’t help but flinch.
This experience of touching “herself” yet receiving completely new feedback was full of sharp contrast and a strange sense of paradox that Yu Qing found hard to resist.
Excitement, shyness, curiosity, and a faint, persistent sense of guilt intertwined, keeping her heart from calming down.
In the end, Yu Qing still lacked the courage to take off the T-shirt for further “exploration.”
Her sense of bottom line ultimately prevailed; the upper house thought the lower house was being too presumptuous.
Then, next…
Yu Qing’s gaze fell on the ill-fitting athletic shorts.
Her two jade hands slowly grasped the waistband, and with a slight movement, the shorts slipped off her thighs onto the floor.
Yu Qing pulled her long, slender legs out of the shorts, pinched the waistband with her fingers, tossed them onto the bed, and braced herself to look at the mirror—only to turn bright red again.
The pair of straight, shapely legs reflected in the mirror made her dizzy once more.
The leg shape was perfect, the lines well-proportioned, exuding a healthy beauty born of regular exercise.
Yu Qing clumsily mimicked how girls in her memory stood, pressing her legs together, then apart, feeling the different, more delicate and smooth sensation as her inner thighs rubbed together.
A strange experience.
Weird, but mesmerizing.
With the initial “full-body checkup” completed, Yu Qing exhaled shakily, feeling more exhausted than after running three thousand meters, the heat on her face refusing to subside.
She quickly pulled her T-shirt and hoodie back on, the oversized clothes hiding “Fu Yi’s” figure once more.
Only then did she feel a bit more at ease, as if wrapped in a protective shell.
Once calm, a very practical problem presented itself.
She couldn’t keep wearing his own clothes, could she?
It was too likely to attract suspicion, and… honestly, it didn’t fit, and was inconvenient.
It didn’t look good either.
Better buy a few nice ones online.
Yu Qing turned on the computer.
The mouse felt a bit big—her junior’s small hands weren’t used to it for the first time.
This new sensation made Yu Qing press her lips together, her thighs unconsciously rubbing against each other.
The flush that had just faded crept back onto her face.
Enough, enough, focus on business first.
Clicking open the E-commerce Website, Yu Qing immediately fell into a new dilemma—size.
She had no idea what size her junior wore.
Asking directly was out of the question.
She could only rely on observation and… deduction.
Yu Qing found a soft measuring tape, something she had bought years ago for model-making and left forgotten in the cabinet.
Now it finally saw the light of day and came in handy.
Facing the mirror, Yu Qing blushed again and awkwardly began measuring herself.
Bust, waist, hips… with each measurement, her face heated anew.
Yu Qing did her best to recall the body outline she’d just seen in the mirror, trying to judge if it was slender or well-proportioned.
“Should be… standard-slender type?”
She recorded the data while mumbling, attempting to use calm analysis to cover her inner turmoil.
“The waist is really thin, but… um… there’s still plenty of flesh where it counts… cough, cough…”
As for underwear size, that was an even greater challenge.
Yu Qing stared at the complicated online size charts and tutorials on how to measure cup sizes, feeling utterly lost.
Underbust was fine, but bust…
She held the tape in the air for a long time, her face burning, but ultimately couldn’t bring herself to measure precisely.
Forget it… maybe… just estimate…
Combining her vague memory of the mirror image with the comparison of online model pictures, she barely estimated a range and finally chose the size that seemed most likely to fit.
Selecting clothing styles was even harder.
Her straight-male aesthetic and Fu Yi’s possible preferences were separated by a vast gulf.
Her junior liked bright, cheerful warm tones, while she preferred dark, subdued cool tones—completely different styles!
She could only base her choices on her junior’s social media outfits.
Yu Qing scrolled through the dazzling array of dresses, knits, and jeans, imagining what she would look like wearing them.
This one… too flashy, right?
This one… are the sleeves weird?
Is the length of this skirt okay?
This one… way too sexy.
Buy it, buy it, can’t let other girls be harmed by this.
When it arrives, I’ll have to criticize it properly!
After much indecision, Yu Qing finally settled for the most basic, least error-prone styles and colors.
Every purchase felt like making a major decision.
When all was done, Yu Qing collapsed into the chair, feeling mentally drained once again.
Looking at the order page full of women’s clothing being shipped to the school, a sense of absurd unreality surged in her chest.
She looked down at her own hand, then touched the oversized men’s T-shirt she wore.
The mountain rising on her chest seemed to remind her of her current situation.
Before she realized it, she’d done both what should and shouldn’t be done.
The complex mix of gratitude, guilt, envy, and an indescribable wickedness in her heart grew clearer.
But… was there something she was forgetting?
As evening fell, Fu Yi and her two team members, the short-haired girl Lin Wei and the glasses-wearing girl Zhou Min, returned together to the apartment they shared outside campus.
“I’m dead tired!”
Lin Wei tossed her bag aside and collapsed on the sofa.
“But at least we finally have a clue.”
“Yeah,”
Zhou Min adjusted her glasses and looked at Fu Yi, who was pouring water.
“Yiyi, remember to send the plan you said you had an idea for to the group tonight.”
“Huh? When did I say I had an idea?”
Fu Yi put down her cup, looking confused.
She didn’t remember saying anything like that.
Maybe she just forgot?
But that wasn’t important now.
Fu Yi showed a bright yet slightly mysterious smile.
“Actually, no need for me to send it.”
She picked up her phone and tapped quickly.
“Look at the group.”
Lin Wei and Zhou Min curiously pulled out their phones.
In the Project Group, a document forwarded by Fu Yi had just appeared, the title clear, the content detailed and well-structured.
“This is…?”
Lin Wei opened the document and browsed quickly, her eyes widening.
“Wow! This plan… it’s so complete! Even the technical details are included! Yiyi, when did you do this?”
Fu Yi shook her head, speaking earnestly.
“It wasn’t me. It was Senior Yu Qing who made it.”
“Senior Yu Qing?”
Zhou Min looked surprised.
“You mean… the senior you pulled into the group to make up numbers before?”
“That’s right!”
Fu Yi nodded vigorously, her tone full of undisguised admiration.
“I was racking my brain in the Library this afternoon, and he just sent me this whole thing like a mind reader! Amazing, right?”
She poked at her phone in mock annoyance.
“But I praised him for half the day, sent tons of thanks, and he only replied with ‘Mm.’ Then ignored me! Even said all the credit should go to me! Seriously… Tomorrow, I need to talk to him properly. Credit belongs where it belongs—I’m not the kind of person who takes advantage!”
Lin Wei and Zhou Min exchanged glances, seeing surprise in each other’s eyes.
“This senior… works fast, huh,”
Lin Wei sighed.
“And he’s a good guy, helping so much.”
Zhou Min nodded in agreement.
“Seems like he’s really skilled. We should thank him properly—he solved such a big problem so quickly.”
She paused, recalling something.
“But Yiyi, what’s up with your outfit this afternoon? All loose and baggy, so different from your usual style. And you suddenly said you wanted to return to the dormitory. You scared us.”
Fu Yi froze, clearly not following.
“Huh? What outfit? This afternoon I just…”
She looked down at her own clothes, which were completely her usual style.
“When you split off from us,” Lin Wei interrupted.
“You were wearing a big gray hoodie and shorts, looked weird, and said you hadn’t slept well and wanted to go back to the dormitory.”
Fu Yi’s expression turned completely blank.
“Did I? After lunch I just went to the Library to look up information… I didn’t wear any big hoodie. Return to the dormitory? We don’t even have dormitories anymore! Did you two remember wrong?”
Lin Wei and Zhou Min saw she wasn’t joking and became confused themselves.
“Maybe… we really saw wrong?”
Lin Wei said uncertainly.
“Probably. We were all exhausted by then.”
Zhou Min mumbled, ending the topic and pulling their attention back to the document.
“Let’s look at the senior’s plan. There are some really clever points here…”
The topic returned to the project.
But that small, lingering doubt about clothing and whereabouts lingered in Zhou Min’s mind, like a tiny stone dropped into a calm lake, sending out faint ripples.