A Fair Lady?

Leaving the classroom and breathing in the fresh air outside, Su Yuan relaxed as the open view eased her mood. Judging by how she had done on the exam just now, there was no reason she would fail the makeup exam, so retaking the course was completely out of the question.

This was very good news for Su Yuan. She stretched lazily and casually slipped her exam pen into her pocket. As she passed the big field on North Campus, waves of enthusiastic cheers reached her ears.

"Right, there's still a soccer match between the second-years and third-years today!" she suddenly remembered. Wang Ping had mentioned that this match was a friendly organized by the Sports Department. Besides enriching students' extracurricular lives, it was also a way to select candidates for the school team.

Since she was passing by anyway, she might as well take a look. With that thought, Su Yuan headed toward the stands.

The match had already entered its seventieth minute, yet the score was still zero to zero.

The team in blue jerseys consisted of second-years, while the team in white consisted of third-years. Matches like this were not something one got to see every day. The spectators in the stands shouted passionately, while the players on the field ran desperately beneath the blazing sun.

"Go, Lu Chuan!!"

A shrill voice, almost a roar, rang out. Turning her head, Su Yuan saw that it was the cultural and sports committee member from her class. She was not very tall, but she had a curvy figure. She wore a sunhat, with a neat ponytail spilling out from beneath its brim. A bead of sweat hung from the tip of her nose from all that excited shouting, and her whole face was flushed red.

"Jiang Yuan, take it easy. Aren't you hot enough in this weather?" Su Yuan said kindly.

Only then did Jiang Yuan notice Su Yuan. Seeing her quietly sitting there watching, she said eagerly, "So you're here too! Don't just sit there watching—get up and shout a little! Cheer for Lu Chuan from our class!!" As she spoke, she forcibly pulled Su Yuan to her feet.

Rubbing her nose, Su Yuan suddenly felt as though she had brought trouble upon herself. Fortunately, there were only a little over ten minutes left in the match. Under Jiang Yuan's watchful glare, she was "forced" to call out a few cheers now and then. In the end, Lu Chuan scored a goal, and the match ended one to zero.

"Ahh, Lu Chuan scored!!" Jiang Yuan excitedly threw her arms around Su Yuan. "Uh." Coming to her senses, she hurriedly pushed her away and explained, "I was excited, way too excited!!"

"Understandable," Su Yuan replied stiffly. Lu Chuan was the heartthrob of their class, sunny and handsome. Jiang Yuan had come to cheer for him not only because she was the class's cultural and sports committee member; her personal interest in him was also a major reason.

"What do you mean, understandable? It's not what you think!" A faint blush flashed across Jiang Yuan's cheeks as she protested, clearly trying to cover something up.

"I meant that, as the class's cultural and sports committee member, it's understandable for you to be happy that one of your classmates scored. Was I wrong?"

Jiang Yuan stared hard at the thin, frail-looking "boy," trying to find some trace of teasing in her expression. But Su Yuan remained perfectly calm, answering with a face full of sincerity.

"Ah, Lu Chuan is coming over." With that, Jiang Yuan grabbed a towel and ran over. Watching her stand on tiptoe to wipe Lu Chuan's sweat, Su Yuan's eyes filled with envy and jealousy. If I had a physique like his and strong athletic reflexes, would girls wipe my sweat too?

But then she thought of her "uncertain" gender issue and let out a quiet sigh.

As she passed the basketball court, she saw Ji Yehao, Gao Jun, Wang Ping, and Yang Xiaowei playing basketball. Those dashing shooting forms, those mesmerizing dribbling moves...

Su Yuan now felt downright sick. It was as though seeing anyone do something so "cool and heroic" stirred jealousy within her. Forget it. No one's in the dorm right now, so I can go back and check myself properly! With that thought, she followed the familiar path toward the dormitory building.

In the bathroom, Su Yuan stared blankly at the naked girl in the mirror. Was that really her? Why was she so vastly different from the person she had been yesterday?

Her face was still familiar, but her body sharply contrasted with the image she remembered. Between her legs, beneath that lush forest, the unruly weapon that had once swung freely was gone. In its place was that legendary, unfamiliar "weapon of mass destruction" that could supposedly topple a dynasty.

It was empty, utterly wrong, its overwhelming presence making itself known with fierce insistence!

Su Yuan's frame had never been broad; on the contrary, it looked somewhat petite. Her small ** fit just right, as though the Creator had foreseen this transformation long ago.

On her flat chest, there was a barely visible slight swelling, a tiny change. Yet it left Su Yuan stunned. She pressed her palm against the two points on her chest and felt waves of soreness. Beneath her skin, it seemed as though unprecedented vitality was bursting forth.

There was little excess flesh around her waist. It was smooth and gentle, like fine warm jade. Below it, the indistinct lines of her hip bones marked off a forbidden zone, clearly separating the calm flatness above from the elegant curve of her buttocks below.

In the mirror, Su Yuan spread her legs to investigate. A vivid, tender slit of flesh appeared before her, half-hidden in shy display—small, delicate, and precious. Its flesh was so soft and fine that it seemed even a casual touch might harm it.

She merely parted it curiously with a finger, but her sensitive nerves amplified the sensation hundreds, thousands of times before sending it to her cerebral cortex. A tingling stimulation immediately ran through her, making her shudder despite herself.

"Stay calm, stay calm!! This is my own body. I have to understand it!!"

With that thought in mind, she held her breath and lightly moved her finger. Su Yuan stared for several seconds, then let out a muffled groan. Could this be the legendary hymen? This inconspicuous layer of flesh symbolizes the chastity valued by society. How many girls, afraid of it breaking, dared not go any further and forcibly suppressed their restless hearts? And how many men wept with joy over it on their wedding nights?

When she shifted her gaze away, those few touches had already stirred a strange feeling within her body. Her breathing grew heavy, and it seemed that a thick liquid had dampened her fingertip.

Su Yuan froze. Was this body really that sensitive? Realizing she could not continue, she quickly got dressed and left the bathroom.

Her student ID, already stamped as registered for the new term, sat on the desk. She casually picked it up and flipped through it, seeing the stamp in the remarks section: "Registered, September 5."

The photo was still the old her. Yet upon seeing those characters on the stamp, which carried no hidden meaning at all, Su Yuan could not help but space out. After such a change to her body, could her future life still follow the path she had once imagined?

"Ah, what am I supposed to do now!!"

She stared hard at the word "Male" on her student ID. She now had two hopes: one, that she was having a nightmare and this gender change was nothing more than a dream; the other, that the "Male" on her student ID could become "Female."

Ten minutes passed without any change. This was not a dream, and the gender on her student ID would not change either.

Su Yuan collapsed onto the desk and let out a miserable wail.