LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 78
Chapter 78: Dull Knife Cutting Flesh
At eight in the evening, Ning Chu pushed open the dormitory door with extraordinary punctuality.
He didn’t enter the room but turned to look at Wen Yang, who was heading to the next dormitory to play basketball. After waiting for a moment, he finally entered the room contentedly when Wen Yang came out.
Even in a male dormitory building, he had to be cautious!
Although the rules stated that no females were allowed to enter the boys’ dormitory, he had seen girls in the building more than once or twice.
“Why are you waiting for me?”
As soon as Wen Yang entered, he casually took off his sweat-soaked short sleeve shirt. Instinctively, Ning Chu’s gaze landed on his tanned skin.
With his arms raised as he stretched, his toned waist was on full display, with six-pack abs subtly appearing with each breath, and his V-shaped muscle lines highlighted his broad shoulders and clear deltoids.
His physique was fit but didn’t lose the beauty that the human body should possess. With a triangular body shape resembling a comic character, any girl who looked would have a hard time closing her legs…
Damn, so envious!
Feeling electric, Ning Chu quickly glanced away, his heart full of jealousy and resentment.
He picked up a bottle of cola from the table and chug chug chug half of it down before casually asking, “Do you want to shower first, or should I?”
“Together?”
“……”
After spending time with Zhang Shaoqing, Wen Yang also liked to tease him occasionally. The perfectly honest guy seemed increasingly likely to be tainted black.
Fortunately, Wen Yang had a good relationship with him. If he hung out with Zhang Shaoqing, he would probably become a male protagonist of a harem by now.
Just teasing, but hearing no reply, Wen Yang continued, “Then I’ll shower first, ten minutes.”
He walked to the wardrobe, casually picking out a set of short sleeves and shorts as sleepwear, then asked, “Why do you look a bit unwell?”
“A little headache, probably because I haven’t exercised for a while.”
Now he roughly figured out the rhythm of the punishments.
When he stopped the plot of the small royal text and when he prevented Zhang Shaoqing from completely darkening, those two punishments had been particularly severe—one was a sharp and intense stomach pain, and the other was a fever that lasted half a day.
The other less important date-related plot usually resulted in light stomach pain, akin to catching a slight cold, which almost meant nothing to Ning Chu, who had previously suffered from chronic gastritis.
The more important the plot, the more severe the punishment.
Ning Chu felt as if some force was angrily lashing out at him, making him want to laugh.
When Wen Yang entered the bathroom to shower, Ning Chu suddenly stood up from in front of the computer, lifted his shirt, tore off the band-aid he was using as a chest pad, and tossed it into the trash can. He then put on a thin jacket.
Wearing the band-aid felt weird.
Yet going out without it made him feel a shame similar to that of a girl going braless.
Before long, Wen Yang came back wearing only his underwear.
Ning Chu casually glanced at him, only to notice his face visibly turning red.
What are you blushing for?!
Wen Yang hurriedly dashed to the desk, quickly pulling on his short sleeves and shorts, and the embarrassment on his face eased a bit.
He suddenly realized that for some time now, he had been viewing Ning Chu more and more like a girl.
What could he do? Ning Chu had that girlish face, and his chest had unknowingly puffed up into little apples, continuously emitting a faint feminine charm.
He distinctly remembered Ning Chu looking like a boy at the beginning of the school year…
He muttered to himself until he heard the sound of the balcony door closing, prompting him to turn his head.
Ning Chu had already gone to take a shower.
In the next moment, images of Ning Chu showering naked flooded his mind.
“I can’t really be turning into a South Tong, can I…?” Wen Yang grimaced, searching the internet, and breathed a sigh of relief, “Good, it’s not.”
South Tong only liked real men and wouldn’t be interested in pretty fake girls; he could only be considered… uniquely categorized at best.
Or maybe a pervert.
He sighed helplessly, living with such a pretty roommate—how could he not be a pervert?
He couldn’t help but wonder how Zhang Shaoqing and Wang Jie thought about it.
Wen Yang planned to visit the library after playing basketball, which would make borrowing books easier in the future, but Ning Chu unexpectedly resisted this, disrupting his original plans, leaving him with nothing to do.
So he casually picked up a broom from the corner and did a quick clean of the floor: “Hei Dou, move aside, don’t pounce on the broom.”
The little black cat in the dormitory would either eat or sleep, or create mischief.
Gently tapping Hei Dou’s rear with the broom made her dart out, headfirst knocking over Ning Chu’s trash can.
Wen Yang reluctantly stepped forward to clean up, only to suddenly discover two used band-aids in the pile of trash.
“Did you get hurt? When?”
Wen Yang frowned, but a particularly mournful wail drew his attention, making his heart race with anxiety.
Without hesitation, he rushed out to the balcony and knocked on the bathroom door: “What’s the matter?!”
“……”
“Are you okay? Where did you bump into?”
“I’m fine……”
The response from the bathroom was weak, as if life had lost all hope.
Wen Yang sensed something was off and anxiously asked, “What really happened?”
“I accidentally fell.”
The wail was clearly not just the instinctive cry from falling.
“You……”
“I’m showering! If there’s something wait till I come out!”
Ning Chu’s voice suddenly shot up, sounding sharp with anger and grievance, and there was a hint of nasal congestion in his tone.
Wen Yang leaned against the railing obediently, muttering to himself, “Why is he suddenly so fierce…”
“With that tone, he wouldn’t be crying, right?”
Steam filled the bathroom, accompanied by the constant sound of falling water.
Standing beneath the showerhead, Ning Chu stared sadly at his little self below and let out a heavy sigh.
Wouldn’t it be better to increase his chest size a bit more…
From once being childishly small, he was now nearing the point where he couldn’t even support himself when going to the bathroom, needing to squat.
He even learned to tuck himself in without instruction.
This had a significant psychological impact on him.
If it were just small, Ning Chu could barely accept it, but after careful observation, he found that his external parts seemed to be transitioning into internal ones.
That’s just not scientific!
If this continued, after a few more plots, and if he disrupted a few more, he would completely become a girl.
Leaning helplessly against the tiled wall, Ning Chu gazed expressionlessly up at the orange light.
“I might as well transform into a female supporting role directly.” Ning Chu felt a suffocating pressure in his chest, his heart felt like it was painfully thumping, “Cutting with a dull knife…”
Although he had known for a long time that he couldn’t change his future of becoming female, when that day was approaching, he still felt an unending panic, fear, and dread… He kept lowering his head, his shoulders trembling.
He wasn’t as brave and optimistic as he imagined.
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Holy cow! I got so caught up in writing that I dreamt I had turned into Ning Chu last night and was being treated as a boy!
Woke up scared~