Extras: What If Xia Yan Became a Girl 20

Weekend.

Most working people and students have very few days that they can use to relax and rest.

The subway stations, which are never quiet, and the bustling streets have returned to their usual crowded state. Going out on such a day is not actually a problem; on the contrary, it has quite a lively atmosphere.

Because of certain factors concerning the two of them, Xia Yan had no choice but to go out in the late afternoon, near dusk.

It won't reduce the probability of being watched.

"Don't bend over, walk with your back straight."

"Do you think you're cosplaying Stephen Hawking?!"

Xia Yan pinched Hua Xin's waist hard, feeling a mix of disappointment and frustration. Although her face remained calm with no other particular expression, her low, gritting tone betrayed her true thoughts.

But Hua Xin still didn't react at all; even the pain couldn't wake him up.

I really wanted to punch Hua Xin twice to make him face reality.

She came out to go shopping, but now Hua Xin is so hunched over that her back is almost touching the ground that she looks like a fugitive on the run, deliberately hiding from people around her for fear of having her face photographed. If she had a hood, hat, or mask, she would probably still be wrapped up like a dumpling.

Indeed, there are differences between going out and going out.

Going out to the park at night when there's no one around and walking on the bustling streets is like suddenly putting a bronze player in a king-level game for Hua Xin. Not only can she not adapt to the rank, but she also has no sense of game experience at all.

Although he had miscalculated a bit, Xia Yan had no intention of ending this challenge that had just begun.

Xia Yan glanced at Hua Xin, who was still cosplaying as a foldable screen beside him, and a rare determination appeared in his eyes. Ignoring the strange looks from the passersby, Xia Yan pulled Hua Xin and led her into a deserted alley.

Don't ask why there's always a deserted alleyway when I'm out shopping.

Hua Xin remained silent, still displaying the extreme degree of social anxiety. Her expression was one of utter silence and black lines, as if she had seen some kind of creature capable of destroying the world. Her eyes were unfocused as she let Xia Yan place her in the corner.

It seems that Hua Xin still hasn't gotten used to going out as a daily routine. Faced with this fear that she hasn't truly confronted for several years, and with the noise of the street constantly ringing in her ears, the fantasies in her mind and the fear buried deep in her soul still surged up like a tide.

That's why Hua Xin is now like a walking corpse, a puppet-like figure.

Looking at him like this, let alone going shopping, watching movies, or going on dates, even strolling through a food street probably wouldn't be able to wake up Hua Xin, who's already completely lost her mind.

Since he wanted to change Hua Xin, he had to face the facts. Xia Yan took a deep breath, then slowly extended his palm, his left leg slightly back, while his right hand moved back to maintain an ambiguous distance from Hua Xin, enough to help her accelerate and slap him in the face.

With a slight exertion, the waist and stance become one.

With a sharp "smack!", the slap landed squarely on Hua Xin's shoulder. It didn't reach Hua Xin's pale face, but the threatening force was enough to bring him back to his senses from his fear.

"..."

Hua Xin looked up in confusion and saw a cute and pretty young girl in his line of sight. Although she was looking at him with the same look she gave him as if he were trash, she didn't seem to be hostile.

The brain's first warning system has been activated.

"What? Is Lao Xia ready for dinner? How come I slept so late? Is it already past midnight now...?"

Hua Xin, speaking slowly and in a daze, seemed to have completely forgotten that she was going out with Xia Yan. Her eyes remained unfocused, as if she were talking through a second personality.

Xia Yan swung her hand again, but this time, instead of feeling pain, she felt the faint fragrance emanating from her body. Instead of continuing to attack Hua Xin Xia Yan, she gently stroked Hua Xin's face.

The two of them were very close together.

If we disregard other factors, this feels a lot like a story about a beautiful girl pinning a weak male protagonist against a wall.

Xia Yan's hand continued to slowly move down Hua Xin's cheek, all the way to her collarbone, while his body gradually leaned forward, moving closer to Hua Xin's embrace...

"Well!"

The sudden, intense feeling of suffocation from not being able to breathe seemed to awaken Hua Xin's main personality and made his mind a little clearer. The beautiful girl he saw instantly became labeled with several tags such as "Xia Yan", "good brother", and "female brother".

In short, he seemed to have remembered something, but his instinctive fear made him reluctant to recall it.

However, without the noisy voices and strange looks, the quiet alleyway allowed Hua Xin to focus only on Xia Yan, who was using a neck-locking suffocation technique on her.

Seeing that Hua Xin's eyes were gradually clearing, Xia Yan expressionlessly released her slender hand.

"Cough cough cough..."

Having regained oxygen, Hua Xin slid off the wall and squatted on the ground, greedily inhaling the fresh air as if she were about to die.

Having regained control of her body, Hua Xin looked at Xia Yan with a shocked expression, her voice trembling slightly as she said:

"Lao Xia, what are you doing?"

"We're best buddies! If you're going to kill me, couldn't you at least eat me to death?"

Although his tone was full of grief and indignation, it still made Xia Yan furious.

I had thought that the gentle guidance at home would subtly cultivate some self-confidence and courage in Hua Xin, but now that she's actually out in the world, it has no effect at all.

Even if calling him "brother" or "baby" a few times could tease him a bit Hua Xin found his coy, seemingly rebellious yet secretly pleased look somewhat amusing, but it was all in vain.

Xia Yan changed his previous gentle approach and went straight up to Hua Xin and grabbed her by the collar of her short sleeve as if she were a puppy.

"Come with me to get a haircut."

His tone carried an irresistible calmness and coldness.

Hua Xin, who had originally wanted to argue back, swallowed hard after meeting Xia Yan's murderous gaze and then obediently nodded.

"Okay... okay..."

Indeed, in most cases, a strong, assertive presence is more necessary than gentleness.

Xia Yan felt it was time for him to change his strategy and control Hua Xin.

An hour later.

Xia Yan, who was sitting on the sofa waiting, watched as Tony, the hairdresser, took off the covering cloth and slowly walked up.

Hua Xin in the mirror still looked calm and silent, but her eyes seemed to suggest that she had been dead for some time.

After trimming her hair, which had grown quite long and almost past her shoulders, Hua Xin's hair was now about the normal length. Her naturally slightly wavy hair, combined with Xia Yan's eye for style and the hairdresser's skillful work, created a new hairstyle...

If you could just ignore that pale face.

Xia Yan crossed his arms, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and muttered to himself:

"He's quite handsome..."