Best Friends Join Forces

"Mm, I just ate, so I won't be eating later! Let's make plans again in a couple of days! Mm, okay." Su Qi hung up An Ning's call.

Su Qi had a headache, unsure how to handle her relationship with An Ning. She was the famous Campus Belle of Soochow University; the people who liked her could line up from Campus A to Campus B.

Meanwhile, Su Qi was physically weak and bad at sports. Her wallet was not merely empty—she was even in debt. And now, she could barely even count as male anymore!

Did she like her?

She definitely did. A beautiful girl with a sweet voice, a great figure, and a secret crush on her—unless someone had water in their brain or was gay, of course they would like her!

It was just that Su Qi feared that if they really became a couple, An Ning would discover that she was also a woman. Wouldn't that be leading her on?

So when An Ning had called just now to invite her to dinner and improve their relationship, Su Qi had refused.

The microwave hummed as it heated yesterday's unopened Bulgogi Bibimbap. Su Qi's thoughts drifted to Poseidon Moer, the ridiculously upscale restaurant An Ning had described over the phone. Thinking of all the shrimp dishes An Ning had mentioned, Su Qi was practically drooling.

She increasingly felt that she had missed an opportunity to cling to a rich woman's thigh.

Stuffing a huge mouthful of rice into her mouth, Su Qi imagined it was all the various kinds of shrimp An Ning had described. Facts proved that imagination could not fill one's stomach.

Su Qi had eaten only half of her usual portion before her stomach was already sending signals that she was full.

That left Su Qi quite surprised. She had not eaten for nearly twenty hours, so how could she be satisfied after eating so little? Could she have some serious illness?

After asking the system and learning that everything was normal, Su Qi sighed in relief. Still, the system reminded her, "Please arrange your meals sensibly, Host. Do not binge eat, and be careful not to consume too many cold foods."

Su Qi nodded to show that she accepted the advice, but she had no intention of following it. She felt she was just like a smoker—she knew smoking was unhealthy, but she really could not quit.

Su Qi felt she was the same. Every adult knew what a scientific lifestyle looked like, but very few could actually live that way.

She touched her flat lower belly. It was smooth, soft, and lustrous, without a single pimple. That cool, silky sensation was hard to describe.

She poured herself a glass of iced milk from the fridge and downed it in one gulp. Feeling the icy milk slowly slide down her throat and little by little into her stomach, she found the refreshing sensation incomparable.

Then she found a large apple among her dwindling fruit supplies. It was bright red and full of juice. Using the fruit knife Wang Yun had left behind, she carefully peeled it, then took a big bite. Juice instantly flooded her mouth, sweet and tart and delicious.

After eating the large apple, Su Qi looked at the core in her hand. Wasn't I full? How did I eat another apple this big? Strange, strange.

Feeling full and satisfied, Su Qi hesitantly opened that battered old brocade pouch. The memory of nearly exhausting herself to death with sword dancing because of it yesterday was still vivid.

Although the sense of release throughout her body after exercising was quite addictive, being tired was truly tiring.

Her trembling little hand opened the third page. Then Su Qi felt her body slip beyond her control, and the soft sword in her hand began to move with increasing deftness.

After practicing a few moves, Su Qi felt that she had improved far more today than she had over the previous two days.

Especially that backbend from yesterday—it had nearly cost her half her life, yet today she performed it with ease. Could it be that my body has developed muscle memory? At this rate, finishing this manual within two days won't be a problem.

Su Qi did not know that this flashy sword-dance manual had originally been written for women, with performance taking up most of its content. To highlight a young woman's delicate, graceful charm, it used numerous flexibility techniques that only women could perform as its foundation.

The main reason Su Qi had progressed so slowly before was that male joints were denser and less flexible than female ones.

But after last night's transformation, Su Qi's bones had completely become as soft and flexible as a girl's, which was why her progress was so rapid.

After having a huge fight with Bai Miao, An Ning returned to the dormitory and found that Wang Zijin was the only one there. Gu Panpan had vanished somewhere—she was probably off fooling around.

When An Ning looked at Wang Zijin, she saw an unnatural blush on her face. Wang Zijin stared fixedly at her computer screen, looking as if she were watching something improper. Was she watching porn?

An Ning crept quietly behind Wang Zijin. Because Wang Zijin was wearing headphones, she truly did not notice An Ning behind her. On Wang Zijin's screen was a simple game interface.

She was controlling a chibi female character as it spoke with someone else. At first glance, it looked like a perfectly normal game.

But when An Ning's gaze shifted to the small character portrait on the right side of the game screen, she noticed the heroine's abnormally flushed face and a suspicious liquid on her body. Something was not right!

Could this be one of those legendary adult games??

The character was currently immersed in the plot. The heroine had been drinking in a tavern when the unscrupulous owner drugged her with ⚹⚹. He had tied her to a bed, binding her into an embarrassing pose.

Then the heroine slowly woke up. Seeing her situation, her face went pale with fright. The dormitory was very quiet, and An Ning could even hear the frightened sounds of the heroine coming from Wang Zijin's headphones.

The innkeeper stuck out his beer belly. With narrowed eyes, he smiled as he picked up the rope in his hand and told the heroine, "If you can walk from there to me, I'll let you go."

Then he picked up one end of the rope, revealing the knots tied along it. Even though An Ning did not understand this particular routine, she could tell what kind of game it was at a glance.

From Wang Zijin's headphones came the heroine's irresistible little moans squeezed through clenched teeth, naturally seductive.

Wang Zijin seemed completely absorbed in the game. Her two slender legs pressed tightly together and rubbed against each other, while her fair, lustrous hands slowly drifted toward the hem of her skirt. But in the end, the ladylike upbringing she had received all her life stopped her hands at the skirt's edge.

That disappointed An Ning, who had already quietly taken out her phone. If she could get a photo of her best friend touching herself, that would be fun.

Perhaps An Ning's movements were too obvious, because Wang Zijin noticed someone behind her. With a snap, she slammed her expensive laptop shut, making the desk tremble. She looked at An Ning, her best friend, in panic and asked, "When did you get here!?"

An Ning found her best friend, who looked like a startled rabbit with its fur standing on end, rather amusing. How long had it been since she had seen Wang Zijin panic like this? Eight years? Nine?

With a wicked sense of amusement, she said, "Right when you entered the tavern, and your little heroine got... by the tavern owner."

Wang Zijin only felt dizzy. How was she supposed to explain being caught by her best friend playing an adult game?

If there had been a hole in the ground right then, Wang Zijin would have jumped into it without hesitation.

For the next hour, An Ning gave Wang Zijin a lecture that wore the skin of a morality class but was, in truth, full of merciless mockery.

Watching her best friend wave her phone around, displaying a photo of Wang Zijin next to the game portrait she had been playing, Wang Zijin felt furious but unable to say anything. Having someone hold such leverage over her felt truly awful.

Only when she saw her best friend lying flat on the bed with the eyes of a salted fish and no longer reacting to her did An Ning finally decide to let her off. "I think we need to pool our intelligence."

"What intelligence?" Wang Zijin asked weakly.

"Intelligence about Su Qi, of course. And by the way, I already found out that you know where Su Qi lives!"

Hearing that her information had been exposed, Wang Zijin sat up in bed.

She looked at An Ning in surprise, her almond-shaped eyes raised in confusion. "If you already know, then what are we cooperating for?"

Seeing that her best friend still seemed to be hiding something, An Ning felt helpless. "Your family clearly runs hospitals, so how did you turn out to be such a businesswoman?"

"Maybe I'm an anomaly. Genetic mutation!" Wang Zijin replied.

"I think we really need to join forces! If I lose to you, then I'll accept it. But if the two of us are competing for Su Qi and she gets snatched away by some outsider, I'll be really upset. So can we best friends use fewer tricks and be more sincere with each other?" An Ning's peach blossom eyes were full of sincerity.

Wang Zijin stared at her phone!

An Ning deleted the photo right in front of her. Only then did Wang Zijin speak.

"The outsider you mean is my sister? You know where Su Qi lives, so it must be her. She's so charming!"

Wang Zijin knew her own sister well. Although her sister had played such a huge prank on Su Qi that day, all she had wanted was to see Wang Zijin lose her composure. She only had a favorable impression of Su Qi, so she could not be considered a rival.

But hearing that, An Ning exploded. "What? There's another one—your sister?"

Wang Zijin was also stunned. "Huh? The person you meant wasn't my sister?"

The two exchanged a look and felt that things really were not so simple. Wang Zijin finally got out of bed, sat up straight, and took out her laptop. An Ning brought over hers as well. If Gu Panpan had been there, she would definitely have been shocked.

The two of them had actually compiled all the information they currently had on Su Qi into a spreadsheet. It contained multiple labels, and even the scripts for describing particular scenarios had been carefully designed.

If someone accidentally walked into this dorm room right then, they would probably think it was some legendary pyramid scheme organization.