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“If you won’t wear women’s clothing, I can’t guarantee he won’t recognize you, Kai-chan… but I’ll do my best to make you look like a girl who is crossdressing!”

With the soul of a makeup artist ignited, Rinka’s eyes burned with determination.

After parting ways with him, I returned to the classroom, where only Zhao Zhao remained.

He was doing push-ups out of boredom… Do muscleheads always work out when they’re bored?

“You’re finally back. The bruises haven’t healed, my body is already screaming in pain just by doing a single set of push-ups.”

“Then you shouldn’t be doing it in the first place!”

He pushed off the ground with force and sprang to his feet.

“Well, our afternoon plan is still on schedule. Let’s head to my place first—”

“Commander!”

Zhao Zhao suddenly shouted, cutting me off. With a serious expression, he stepped closer, his imposing height of 1.9 meters casting a shadow over me. Startled, I instinctively backed away until I was pressed against the blackboard at the back of the classroom.

“W-What are you doing?”

I, Chang Kai, am officially panicking.

With a loud bang, he slammed one hand onto the blackboard behind me. A cloud of white chalk dust drifted down like snow, covering my head.
His other hand reached for the bridge of my sunglasses and pulled them off effortlessly.

He stared at my face, holding his breath and saying nothing. His eyes seemed to be brewing some deep emotion… The tension in the air was suffocating.

After about thirty seconds, he sighed in relief, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

“Good… it looks like I’m fine.” He dusted off his hands and even brushed the chalk out of my hair.

“Damn it, you scared the hell out of me! What’s with the sudden outburst?!”

I was on the verge of tears! I won’t brag, but I am extremely cowardly!

He clasped his hands together in an apologetic gesture. “Sorry, Commander, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just wanted to check if I had really turned into a… y’know, into a guy who likes guys.”

“A-And? What’s the conclusion?”

“I’m perfectly normal. While I do find you incredibly pretty without glasses, I just think it’d be nice if you were actually a girl. That means I’m not into guys—I still like women. But last night, that heart-racing feeling wasn’t fake. If I transform into Zhao Lei, I really do develop romantic feelings for you… The way this notebook alters one’s mind is terrifying. I’m almost afraid to use it again.”

“Then what about not using it on you anymore?” I suggested.

Honestly, he was starting to creep me out. If repeated transformations gradually influenced his real self, what if he really did turn gay?

“No way!”

Zhao Zhao instantly shot down the idea. For a moment, he seemed to forget his pain as he raised a determined fist and looked up with fervent zeal. His eyes burned with revolutionary passion.

“I still have my mission to assist you in saving those in misfortune! Commander, am I not your divine emissary?”

“Comrade Zhao Zhao, I never expected such dedication from you. I truly misjudged you!”

Just as I was about to say more, he suddenly flinched. Before I could ask what was wrong, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his iPhone… Seriously, does this thing run on shock mode or something?

Curious, I leaned in. Right in front of me, he briefly woke the screen, then quickly turned it off.

The black screen reflected both his embarrassment and my astonishment.

Even though it lasted less than a second, I definitely saw what was on his home screen.

It was a selfie of Zhao Lei in her hoodie, playfully pressing her index finger against her cheek—taken on my bed.

Since it was adorable, I kind of wanted it.

“No matter how righteous your speech was just now… this is the real reason you keep transforming, isn’t it?”

Cold sweat started forming on Zhao Zhao’s forehead.

“Unlock it. Let me see more. And send me this one.”

“I… I don’t think that’s a good idea. Looking through a girl’s photos like this… and, uh, some of them—”

“Some of them? Some of them what? Don’t tell me there’s something more… ‘exciting’ in there? Ah, if it’s too lewd then I won’t look… ”

Had Xiao Lei taken R18 pictures and stored them on Zhao Zhao’s phone?

Thinking about it, she’s taken multiple baths already. If there were any real uncensored moments, they’d be stored not in the phone, but in Zhao Zhao’s head—his vast “Adult Content Archive Center.”

Noticing my train of thought, Zhao Zhao exaggeratedly denied it.

“You’re overthinking! It’s nothing like that! Even coming from me, I swear, Xiao Lei is actually really pure… Fine, to prove her innocence, I’ll let you take a look.”

He unlocked his phone and opened a folder titled “Selfies.” There weren’t many photos, just about a dozen.

The first few were tame—similar to his home screen image, just her lying on my bed and posing cutely. Definitely adorable. Definitely collectible.

But the later ones… were a little spicier.

After a bath, Zhao Lei, flushed and damp, had taken selfies in just her undergarments, inside the bathroom.

Though they were only upper-body shots, the pale skin and soft curves still nourished my thirsty eyes.

As Zhao Zhao had claimed, they weren’t explicit. The undergarments she wore were conservative, and compared to what some cosplay girls post online for free, these were practically innocent.

“See? Nothing that bad, right?”

Indeed. Xiao Lei was a pure white lotus, blossoming from the muddy swamp of Zhao Zhao’s perverted mind.

But my instincts told me—something was off.

As the great detective Changlock Holmes-Kai, my mind was racing at full speed—if these were the only photos, then what exactly was Zhao Zhao so nervous about?

I exited to the main photo album screen. The moment I did, Zhao Zhao’s expression visibly changed. That was all the confirmation I needed.

“Stop! Don’t go any further!”

I dodged his attempt to snatch the phone. If he was this desperate, then there had to be something juicier.

Swallowing nervously, I noticed a folder titled “My Love.”

It was last updated last night.

My heart waged an internal battle between good and evil.

The little devil whispered, “Check it out.”

The little angel… nodded in agreement.

“No! You can’t open that!”

“I refuse! One of my greatest joys is saying ‘NO’ to people who think they can stop me!”

(…Wait, have I used that line before?)

Encouraged by my fallen angel and corrupted conscience, I tapped the “My Love” folder.

Displayed on the screen was… a peacefully sleeping beauty.

Wait.

No.

That’s me.

“This folder was… created by Zhao Lei,” Zhao Zhao muttered, rubbing his forehead as if trying to come up with an explaination.

My hands trembled as I scrolled through.

The next photo: Xiao Lei kissing my forehead in my sleep.
The next: Xiao Lei sniffing my neck.
The next: Xiao Lei resting her head against my chest.
The next…

Terrifying.

She had taken all of these while I was asleep.

I clearly remembered her falling asleep before me—was that an act?

Instead of deleting those seemingly yuri-esque photos, I silently handed the phone back to Zhao Zhao.

The atmosphere grew thick with an overwhelming substance called awkwardness, rapidly expanding and pushing all the oxygen out of the room, making it hard to breathe.

“…Sorry.” I wasn’t sure why, but I felt like I should apologize—maybe just for how unbearably awkward this was.

“…No, if anything, I should be the one apologizing.” Zhao Zhao took back his phone, hesitating for a moment before opening the gallery options.

For Zhao Lei, these photos were no different from the educational materials hidden in every guy’s hard drive.

And for Zhao Zhao, Zhao Lei was essentially his post-nut clarity. He hovered over the delete button but couldn’t bring himself to press it.

It was already clear to me—Zhao Lei liked me. That much was undeniable. But we both knew this would never lead anywhere.

If I were to say, “Stay by my side forever as Zhao Lei!”, then just like that, she’d become the main heroine of this story.

And Zhao Zhao… would fade into nothing more than a transparent shadow under the setting sun.

No matter how much Zhao Zhao and Zhao Lei tried to deny it, they were still the same person. Their memories and actions remained intact between transformations.

That contradiction—having two selves within one body—was something only he could truly understand.

“…Anyway, just… don’t do this again, okay?”

“I’ll try… No, I guess it’s Zhao Lei who needs to try, huh?”

Just as I was about to suffocate in this ever-thickening cloud of awkwardness—

“You two! Why are you still here after school?”

Our bald-headed homeroom teacher’s voice rang out from behind. I snatched my sunglasses back from Zhao Zhao and put them on in one smooth motion.

“Good afternoon, teacher! We were just about to head home!”

“Be careful. Go straight home, got it? No wandering off to weird places. And don’t get mixed up with those thugs again.”

There was even a hint of concern in his tone. Turns out, he was actually the kind of teacher who cared about his students.

At that moment, his shiny bald head gleamed even more brilliantly under the sunlight.

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