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I, Chang Kai, through seventeen years of my life, aside from accidentally drowning a few ants while peeing as a kid, I’ve never even killed a chicken. I’ve helped old ladies cross the street more times than I can count, and whenever the neighbors talk about the Chang family’s boy, they all say I’m an honest and decent kid. I might not be a saint, but I’m definitely a model citizen, right?

As honest I was as Gentoku Himuro, yet here I am, being called a b*tch by an OL I had never even met before.

As the busty OL lunged at me, my instincts screamed at me to turn and run. But this woman—this surprisingly agile woman—caught me in a bear hug before I could even react. Her arms locked around my chest, pinning my arms to my sides.

She wasn’t just agile—she was freakishly strong. Her arms were slender, her legs toned, but the raw power in her grip was absurd. I tried to break free, but I might as well have been trapped in a vice.

To be fair… I didn’t struggle that hard.

Because the moment she pressed against my back, my legs nearly gave out.

A bear hug—from a woman—and she’s stacked?

Coach! She’s breaking the rules¹!

No man could possibly stand firm against this kind of softness pressing against them!

“Th-th-this lady, ma’am, miss, perhaps you’ve mistaken me for someone else? I—I don’t think we’ve met before?”

“You don’t know me, but I definitely know you!” Her voice filled with anger.

Without warning, her fingers dug into the soft flesh at my waist—pinching, twisting—a brutal assault that sent a sharp jolt of pain through my nerves. My eyes stung, and my nose burned—purely from the physical agony, mind you!

“OW OW OW—lady, miss, big sis, at least tell me what I did before you murder me!”

“Fine, listen up! I belong to Lei Laohu—mmpfh—”

She cut herself off, realizing the phrasing was all kinds of misleading.

“I mean, Lei Laohu is my big bro! That should be enough for you to get the picture! You’re the little spy that the Biyang student council president sent in, aren’t you?! I don’t know how you even got into this bar, but since I caught you, you’re not leaving!”

I paused for a second.

…So she’s that Mohawk Fatso?

What was his name again? It was something short… Ah, whatever. I can’t remember—his Mohawk left a much stronger impression than his actual name.

But more importantly—

Why did she say, “This is all your fault”?!

Did they somehow figure out I was the one who turned them into women?! No way!

That possibility alone sent a cold sweat down my back.

“That’s right! I’m the spy sent by Lady Haitang! Come on, you can’t just hide in this bar forever, can you? The world outside is vast and wonderful—your lives are only just beginning!”

Feigning ignorance of her true identity, I attempted to steer the conversation from another angle, trying to persuade her—to reform her.

After all, the Bishoujo Notebook had the power to reform one’s heart. Just look—he used to be a grudge-holding Mohawk brute, and now she’s a soft-spoken girl! If her chest has gotten this soft, maybe her personality has mellowed out too?

“Don’t you try preaching to me!”

Instead of letting up, she tightened her grip around me, the softness of her chest pressing in even more. But strangely enough, that very sensation gave me the motivation to keep talking.

“Your big brother, Lei Laohu, is just living off the money he took from his mom. Sooner or later, that cash is going to run dry. What will you guys do then? The only reason you’re still keeping things ‘under control’ is because you haven’t hit rock bottom yet. Why not stop while you still can and just go home? Don’t you have any family waiting for you?”

“Family? What the hell do you know? Not everyone is lucky enough to have a happy home! If we had one, do you really think we’d be in this mess?!”

Ah, here we go again. This tragic, self-pitying tone… Are we seriously about to have a who-had-it-worse competition? Just so you know, I could sit here all day swapping sob stories.

“But starting today, everything is going to change.”

Before I could even get my thoughts in order for a proper misery contest, she had already moved on, brimming with newfound hope. Geez, her personality swings like a pendulum.

“So, what’s this big thing you’re all planning today?”

“Hah? Why the hell would I tell an enemy spy like you?”

This isn’t how it’s supposed to go! Shouldn’t you be gloating and spilling all your plans to your helpless captive right now?

“Anyway, you’re my prisoner now. You’ll come with me and behave yourself—no escaping, no sending messages. If you cooperate, I’ll let you go after everything ends tonight. Got it?”

I wasn’t sure if she realized it herself, but the way she spoke now was nothing like the arrogant Mohawk Fatso who used to smash up Old Feng’s stall. The threat in her voice had softened considerably.

What’s going on here? Could it be that the Bishoujo Notebook was completely useless as a revenge tool after all?

…Well, then again, making someone turn over a new leaf and repent for their past sins could count as a form of poetic revenge, right?
“Got it, got it. My name’s Chang… Lingmeng. Nice to meet you.”

“Tian Xi. And don’t get too friendly with me. Keep behaving unless you wanna get hurt again.”

With that, she finally let go—more like launched me away from her chest. What am I, a missile?

Damn, no more contact with that soft… ahem. Well, I suppose some things are worth sacrificing freedom for.

Just like how I couldn’t connect the cheerful, straightforward Xiao Lei with the muscle-bound pervert Zhao Zhao, I also couldn’t connect this curvy OL with that brutish Mohawk Fatso.

According to Master Halliluya, the greater the change in one’s outward appearance, the bigger the shift in their personality.

Both of these people had undergone an extreme transformation—so does that mean their personalities had completely flipped as well?

Thinking along these lines, I couldn’t help but grow curious. What exactly had Lei Laohu turned into?

“Now what? What are we doing next?”

We can’t just hang around in the restroom until nightfall, right? This might be a fancy place, but it’s still a bathroom! And I still have a plate of fried snacks waiting for me!

“Can’t bring you to Big Bro yet… Guess I’ll just sit with you at the lounge for now.”

She seemed lost in thought as she dragged me out of the restroom, not even bothering to ask my opinion on the matter.

“Stand up straight when you walk. Slouching looks bad.”

I pouted but didn’t argue.

Then, just as we stepped out, she turned right back around—to slip back into her red high heels.

Diving straight into stilettos after transforming into a woman, huh? This whole getup must’ve been Lei Laohu’s idea. Tch, so he has a thing for office ladies?

My mind was still preoccupied with those fried snacks—not because I was particularly hungry, but because they were expensive! Letting them go cold would be a waste.

“You… You got company with you?”

As soon as we reached the lounge, Tian Xi spotted the drinks and snacks on the table and frowned.

“Can’t just leave this situation unreported then. I’ll go make a call.”

She stepped away to dial someone, but the whole time, she kept a sharp eye on me, which got rid of any chance to use my phone or hidden earpiece.

I was worried, but it seems there’s no way to check on Xiao Lei.

A moment later, she ended the call and returned, looking noticeably more relaxed. She even plucked a fried hash brown from my plate and popped it into her mouth.

“Surprise, surprise! Your little friend who was tailing my bro also got caught. You both are way too sloppy.”

Wait, what?! Xiao Lei got caught too?!

“Relax. Lü Le took her to my Big Bro.”

Lü Le… That must be that masked, pompadour-sporting jerk from earlier.

Then, as if she hadn’t just dropped a bombshell, Tian Xi casually grabbed another fried shrimp from my plate, crunching into it with zero hesitation.

“Consider yourselves lucky. My Big Bro has bigger things to deal with tonight—he’s got no time for small fry like you. In fact, you’ll even get a free invite to a concert.”

No time for small fry like me, huh.

But you sure have time helping yourself to my fried snacks?

Ever heard of manners, you freeloader?!

Hold on… a concert?

Like a flash of lightning, the pieces in my mind clicked together—each detail forming a complete picture.

Lei Laohu, transformed into a girl.

The event flyer at Lost Moonlight’s entrance.

The bartender’s comment about a rising star’s solo performance at 5 PM.

And Tian Xi’s cryptic words—”Starting tonight, everything will be different.”

I adjusted my nonexistent tie with a smirk. (Tokkei Winspector pose: activated.)

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Footnotes:

带球撞人 Referring to basketball rules where it’s a charging foul (while in possession of the ball)
In chinese commonly refers to getting slammed with huge breasts by someone.