At a hotel near campus...
An Han stood outside a standard double room, clutching a delivery bag, his expression utterly defeated. He swiped his keycard and pushed the door open.
Turning back anxiously, he asked, "You're seriously not gonna screw me over, right?"
"Like, the second I put on this women's outfit, you'll start snapping photos like crazy?"
Wu Dongming, standing behind him, shook his head vigorously. "How could I?! I'd never betray a friend!"
"Yeah, sure," An Han scoffed. "I believe you."
In their usual gaming sessions, they'd scheme and backstab each other over a single kill or even a measly minion. An Han trusted absolutely nothing Wu Dongming said.
"How about you go first?" An Han suggested cautiously. "You put on the women's clothes, then I'll do it."
"You've scammed me more than anyone else! Like hell I'd trust you!" Wu Dongming turned his head away stubbornly.
They stood frozen at the doorway, neither willing to budge.
Finally, Wu Dongming threw his hands up in frustration. "Fine! I'm outta here! Screw this cross-dressing nonsense!"
"Wait, don't go!" An Han quickly grabbed his arm. "Fine! I'll do it! I'll wear the damn outfit!"
What kind of absurd quest was this?!
He had to sacrifice his own dignity just to complete some stupid task!
Internally cursing, An Han thought bitterly: If it weren't for that apartment, he'd never agree to something like this. Sure, he enjoyed watching others dress up online—just for fun—but who'd want to become the spectacle themselves?
He stepped into the room, scanned the layout, then plopped down on the bed and started tearing open the delivery bag.
Moments later, a brand-new, several-hundred-yuan women's outfit lay neatly spread out on the bed.
"Looks decent quality," Wu Dongming commented from the side. "I thought you'd just buy some cheap twenty-buck stuff."
Of course I'd spend some money—for the sake of that apartment!
An Han took a deep breath, staring at the outfit. "Just you wait! Don't you dare run off!"
"Don't worry!" Wu Dongming pounded his chest confidently. "When have I ever lied to you, bro?"
"Last time you promised to sign me in for roll call, but forgot—and I got marked absent!"
"That was an emergency!" Wu Dongming grinned sheepishly as he handed the outfit over. "Here you go, your highness."
An Han snatched the clothes with a look of utter disdain. "Look at you, acting all high and mighty! When it's your turn to cross-dress, you chicken out like a coward! Not manly at all! Can't even be straightforward!"
"Since when did cross-dressing have anything to do with being 'manly'?"
"If you run, I'll chase you back to the dorm and force you into this outfit myself!"
Wu Dongming put on an exaggeratedly terrified expression. "No running! I swear I won't run!"
"Tch." An Han strode into the bathroom—but quickly stepped back out.
"You chickening out?" Wu Dongming crossed his arms, smirking with that "I knew you wouldn't dare" look. "If you're scared, just pack it back up. You can still return it."
"No, it's just… this bathroom's way too small."
An Han muttered as he peeked inside again.
The bathroom was barely five or six square meters—just a squat toilet and a sink, nothing else. The floor was clean enough, but the space was even smaller than his dorm bathroom. He could stretch his arms out and touch both walls—nowhere to put his clothes.
"Hold my outfit for me."
Without overthinking it, An Han shoved the women's clothes into Wu Dongming's hands and re-entered the bathroom.
Wu Dongming watched suspiciously from outside—then the bathroom door cracked open slightly, and An Han's T-shirt and pants came flying out.
"Holy crap?! You're actually doing it?! Going all out like this?!"
He was genuinely shocked. He'd assumed An Han would back out at the last minute, but clearly, he was dead serious.
"It's just cross-dressing—what's the big deal?"
"Here. Give me the outfit."
An Han's hand reached out from inside again. "And don't even think about running. You can run from the monk, but not the temple."
"Wait… you weren't secretly cross-dressing all the time, were you?"
"Of course not! Do I look like some kind of pervert?!"
"You do!"
"Just hand me the damn outfit already! Are you scared or what?!"
Wu Dongming stared down at the bundle in his hands, hesitating.
If he gave it to An Han, he'd inevitably be forced into cross-dressing himself. But if he refused, An Han would roast him for at least two weeks straight.
His eyes drifted to the pile of clothes on the floor.
"Here."
"Wig. Stockings. Shoes."
"Wait, will this even fit you?"
From inside the bathroom, An Han grumbled, "It's a size for 170 cm—I should just barely squeeze into it. You, on the other hand, weigh like ten kilos more than me. Good luck."
"Exactly! If it doesn't fit me, why force me to wear it?!"
"It doesn't matter if it fits! Stop making excuses!"
An Han cursed under his breath and focused on figuring out how to put on the outfit.
The ensemble wasn't particularly revealing—compared to some cosplay skirts that barely covered anything, this one reached mid-thigh, posing zero risk of accidental exposure.
The thigh-high stockings were his first time wearing them. After a bit of fumbling, he rolled them up like socks, slipped them on, then pulled them taut over his legs. Paired with the skirt's length, there wasn't even a hint of that "absolute territory" gap.
Finally, he placed the wig on his head and checked himself in his phone's front camera.
"Hmm… not great…"
Though An Han wasn't unattractive, the wig was completely unstyled—messy and unkempt.
Still, thanks to his slender frame, the outfit actually fit surprisingly well—though flat-chested and hipless, making it hard to tell front from back.
Whatever. Only Wu Dongming would see him anyway. No big deal.
For the sake of that apartment, he was willing to ditch a bit of dignity!
"Dongming! I'm ready!"
He called out to the other room. "Get ready! Don't fall for me at first sight!"
An Han smoothed his skirt, took a step toward the door—then suddenly froze.
His stockings had slipped down…
Not bothering to fix them—now dangling around his knees—he opened the bathroom door and looked out.
The room was empty. No sign of Wu Dongming anywhere.
"Dongming?"
"Wu Dongming! Stop hiding!"
An Han chuckled. "You can't hide forever—this room's tiny! Where could you even go?"
"Under the bed, right?"
Just as he bent down to check beneath the bed, his heart suddenly pounded violently in his chest. Cold sweat broke out on his palms.
"Where… where are my clothes?!"
"Dongming?!"
"WU DONGMING?!"
Panicked, he frantically searched every corner of the room—but not only was Wu Dongming nowhere to be found, his own clothes had vanished too.
"F***ING HELL, WU DONGMING! You ran off AND took my clothes?!"
"FOR ONCE, JUST DO SOMETHING DECENT!"