Hello, Senior, You Smell So Good

Fu You did not say anything. He merely covered his collar with one hand, leaned back, and continued playing on his phone.

The whole sequence was incredibly smooth. Clearly, he had long grown used to this level of harassment.

Liu Rui, who had offended his senior, felt a little embarrassed.

He wanted to make up for his earlier offense, but he had no idea what to say.

He had not meant to look at his senior's chest. It was just that his senior's collarbones were really beautiful, and he had indeed been curious...

Should he lift up his own shirt and let his senior look too?

But that would make him seem even more like a pervert.

But apologizing would be strange too. Was he supposed to say, "Sorry, I saw something I shouldn't have seen?"

But he had not actually seen anything he should not have seen, right? Besides, what was there that should not be looked at?

He vaguely felt that this senior's body was probably not as simple as it appeared. Even if an ordinary guy noticed someone looking at his collar, he would not possibly be as alert as Fu You.

An awkward atmosphere flowed between the two of them.

But if he did not say something to make up for it, he was certain Fu You would never speak first.

"Senior... I didn't mean it like that..."

"Mm." Fu You truly did not seem to have taken it to heart.

A boy suddenly walked over from the side and slapped a hand onto Fu You's shoulder.

Liu Rui saw Fu You's body visibly tremble, but he did not lash out. He merely turned his head and looked at the approaching boy with a somewhat speechless expression.

"Big Youzi, so you really are here eating noodles." The boy laughed brightly.

"Mm," Fu You said.

"Oh, you're the new student in the class?" The boy had a square face and was quite tall. He wore a wristband on his arm and looked like the sort of person who played basketball every day.

"Hello, I'm Liu Rui." Liu Rui smiled.

He was quite at ease when dealing with other people.

"They call me A-Wu. Where did you get your hair dyed? It looks pretty good."

"It was born this way."

"Born this way? That's nice. You two eat. I'm going to keep my girlfriend company."

With that, the boy left.

The proprietress's noodles were brought over as well.

After that, Fu You put down his phone. With one hand holding down his collar, he began shoveling noodles into his mouth with the other.

That deliberately concealed posture made Liu Rui feel that something was even more unusual.

Was there really a need to be so guarded?

Fu You did not seem all that angry. He was merely covering his chest out of habit. But doing so was far too deliberate, far too suspicious.

But if his senior truly did not want anyone to see, why wear a T-shirt with such a slightly loose collar? Wouldn't tighter clothing be better? Why insist on wearing something so loose? What exactly was the reason?

Countless questions lingered in his mind.

And all of those questions actually pointed to the same answer.

—Could this senior actually already be a girl?

Despite having become a girl, was he deliberately dressing like a boy to maintain a male image? Cutting his hair short, deliberately making himself look sloppy, deliberately lowering his voice, and interacting with boys as though he were one of them?

Once that thought appeared, he could not get rid of it.

Others did not know Liu Rui's identity as a magical girl, so they might not think in that direction. But as a magical girl himself, Liu Rui knew very well just how drastic magic's changes to the body could be.

Even though he had only just become a magical girl, and could still count the number of times he had transformed on one hand, he could already clearly feel his muscles becoming loose and soft.

Fu You, before his eyes, looked like a frail young man. But his fair skin had a delicacy that did not quite belong to a boy. His deliberately half-lidded eyes gave him a lazy, faintly disdainful air. His slightly hunched back was most likely intentional, meant to keep the rise and fall of his chest from showing too clearly through his T-shirt. He wore a bracelet on his wrist, and that wrist was slender too, with no visible protrusion of bone. His fingers were the same—smooth and lustrous. It was not strange for a meticulously groomed young man to have fingers like that, but on a pretty girl, it would make even more sense.

A boy with a slight roguish air like him would not have such slender, beautiful fingers. Anyone who had fought, played ball, or exercised would inevitably have some signs of wear on their hands. But his hands were so exquisite they were beyond reproach.

His face was equally round and delicate, astonishingly clean. If one looked closely, one could notice that his eyes and eyebrows had an unnatural blackness. That was clearly color applied with an eyebrow pencil.

At first glance, his cheekbones looked somewhat defined. But when viewed carefully from the side under the light, it was easy to discover they were shadows drawn on with a pencil.

He kept staring at Fu You and observing him. The more he observed, the clearer a thought became in his heart.

No boy would casually fill in his eyebrows, draw shadows, or apply eyeliner. Even if some vain boy liked dressing himself up, he would do it to look good, not to make himself look as ordinary as Fu You did.

A simple T-shirt, loose jeans, ordinary canvas shoes. Though he wore earrings, he had no other accessories on him.

He was clearly concealing something.

Concealing the fact that he—no, she—had long since stopped being a boy.

At that thought, Liu Rui's mouth went slightly dry.

The person sitting in front of him was not some male senior at all. There was an extremely high chance that she was a genuine beautiful girl!

"Have you looked enough?" Fu You, who had been eating with his head lowered, raised his face. There was clearly some genuine disgust in his expression.

"N-No, sorry! I was just... a little curious about you, Senior," Liu Rui hurriedly said.

"Don't call me Senior when we're outside. Just call me Fu You."

"Okay, Senior Fu You..."

Liu Rui scratched his head.

Fu You stared at him for a moment. Liu Rui quickly turned his face away, blushing slightly.

Fu You was clearly a little irritated and randomly stirred the noodles a few times with his chopsticks.

Liu Rui did not dare breathe too loudly, holding his breath slightly.

Once he realized Fu You was a girl, he could clearly hear the faint weakness she had deliberately suppressed in her voice.

At first listen, it sounded low and carried a lazy, weary tone. But once he recognized it as a girl's voice, that laziness felt more like the result of weak breath, a gentle voice, and a naturally quiet volume. She had to force her voice low to sound sufficiently like a boy, and if she said a few more words, she would be gasping for breath, forcing her to speak in short sentences.

That male voice was almost convincing enough to pass for real, but the traces of voice disguise were not difficult to spot either.

Thinking about it carefully, Liu Rui had indeed never heard Fu You say a single long sentence.

Liu Rui's heart pounded wildly.

He kept stealing glances at Fu You, wanting to make out the face she was supposed to have.

The auntie had already brought the noodles over to him.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

"It's fine."

He picked up the bowl and took a bite.

"Ptooey!! Cough, cough, cough cough cough!!!"

These noodles!!

They were insanely spicy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He hurriedly looked around for water, and his gaze inadvertently swept over Fu You's face.

He saw that Fu You was smiling.