What kind of system would ever tell a guy to seduce another guy?!
Where the hell did you come from—some trashy erotic novel?!
An Han's face flushed red then paled, his eyes darting desperately toward the other two choices—but inevitably, they kept drifting back to the reward.
Lottery numbers…
Just imagine those news headlines about people winning tens of millions…
"You're not happy I'm keeping quiet?" Su Peng noticed his shifting expression and chuckled. "You want me to go spread it around and make you famous or something?"
"No, no way," An Han shook his head vigorously, though his eyes were still locked in an internal battle with the system interface.
Seduce a guy… and win enough money to live comfortably for the rest of your life.
"What are you staring at?" Su Peng clearly sensed An Han's gaze wasn't on him—but fixed on empty air.
"Nothing… there's a cockroach behind you."
In an instant, Su Peng went from calm to panicked. He leapt straight into the air and darted behind An Han, scanning the floor with wide-eyed alertness.
"It ran off because of you," An Han lied smoothly, all while frantically watching the countdown timer tick toward zero.
He couldn't hesitate any longer!
Winning the lottery was a once-in-a-lifetime shot—and compared to tens of millions, seducing a guy seemed trivial!
But seduction was completely outside An Han's realm of knowledge. He honestly had no clue how one guy was supposed to seduce another.
Should he wear women's clothes again? But in dramas, seduction scenes were always super risqué—and the female leads were always drop-dead gorgeous!
At this rate, this task was basically impossible to complete…
Choice Three it is.
At the very last second, An Han silently made his decision.
[Choice Three selected. Please complete the task promptly.]
He suddenly felt hollow inside—as if tens of millions had just slipped through his fingers.
Su Peng, holding a slipper, was crouched down carefully inspecting the balcony for any trace of the phantom cockroach, completely unaware he'd nearly become someone's seduction target.
"You're really scared of cockroaches?" An Han asked quietly.
Su Peng straightened up, still puzzled by An Han's dejected expression. "When I was little, one crawled into my mouth while I was sleeping." He tilted his head. "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing. Just… never mention the cross-dressing thing again. Don't tell anyone."
"I know. I'm not like Dongming."
[Task completed.
Reward obtained: +1 Charisma]
Just a few simple lines of dialogue—and the task was done. Compared to previous choices, this one felt absurdly easy, almost unbelievable.
But the reward left An Han confused.
Charisma? Did that mean it'd be easier to find a girlfriend now?
He wanted to be happy—but what could a measly +1 charisma even do? Meanwhile, he'd just let tens of millions slip away.
His disappointment deepened.
With a sigh, he slumped onto the edge of the sink, utterly crestfallen.
My tens of millions…
Su Peng finished his paranoid cockroach hunt with no results and finally returned to his usual self. He turned to look at An Han—and for a moment, felt oddly drawn to him, as if An Han were radiating some inexplicable allure that pulled him closer.
An Han's appearance hadn't changed at all—but in Su Peng's eyes, he now seemed wrapped in a soft, flattering filter, inexplicably pretty and likable.
Did last night's glimpse of An Han in women's clothes mess with my brain?
"Why are you staring at me like that?" An Han caught his gaze and shot him an annoyed glare.
To Su Peng, even that irritated scowl was strangely charming.
"Nothing… maybe my brain's glitching."
"What?"
Su Peng shook his head hard twice and turned to leave. "I'm heading back. Don't forget to queue up for games later."
He figured he needed to look at some swimsuit models to reset his brain.
An Han thought Su Peng had gotten weird all of a sudden, but didn't dwell on it. After washing up on the balcony, he returned to the dorm to finish what he'd started earlier:
Pack up that women's outfit and throw it away!
But just as he opened the wardrobe, music suddenly blared from Long Xing's bed. An Han turned reluctantly—and saw that Long Xing had somehow woken up and was now sitting up, watching videos.
Had he overheard their conversation on the balcony?
An Han's heart skipped a beat. To avoid suspicion, he abandoned his plan and instead casually pulled out a pair of socks from the wardrobe.
Back at his desk, he opened his laptop, propped his chin in one hand, and stared blankly at the screen—still haunted by the lottery millions he'd just lost.
He might never get another task with such a huge reward again.
**BANG!**
The dorm door slammed open violently, making An Han jump in his seat. He whipped around—
A guy in a basketball jersey swaggered in, dribbling a ball carelessly.
The rhythmic thud of the bouncing ball echoed through the entire room. Already in a foul mood, An Han slammed his palm on the desk and yelled, "Chen Junjie! Are you out of your damn mind?!"
Chen Junjie glanced over at An Han's furious face and tossed the ball into the corner. "I'll be quieter next time."
He gave a half-hearted reply and headed straight for the balcony.
"An Han," Long Xing called from his bed, curious, "why didn't he argue with you today?"
"Who knows what's wrong with him," An Han muttered, feeling utterly deflated—as if he'd punched a pillow instead of a person. "That hothead would've definitely started a fight with me before."
Chen Junjie was Long Xing's roommate in the lower bunk. Back at the start of freshman year, he'd gotten into a physical fight with An Han over who got the top bunk.
Ever since, the two had been sworn rivals—bickering daily just to feel normal.
"Maybe he got lucky with a girl and's in a good mood?" An Han speculated spitefully. "Or maybe someone just beat the crap out of him and he's behaving."
"An Han."
"What?"
He turned to look at Long Xing—and saw a strange look in his eyes.
Could he have figured out that the girl he met last night was actually me?
An Han immediately tensed up and tested the waters: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Nothing." Long Xing shook his head, flustered. "You really don't have any relatives studying here at school?"
"I told you last night—no."
"Then how come she looks so much like you?" Long Xing mumbled, turning his phone screen toward An Han. "Take another look at the photo—maybe she's some distant cousin or something?"
"A photo?!"
An Han shot up excitedly and rushed to Long Xing's bedside, craning his neck to peek at the phone.
It was a photo of his back—taken just after he'd climbed over the wall and walked away last night.
Phew… just a back view…
"Why are you so worked up?" Long Xing asked, confused.
"I just wanted to see how pretty your 'love-at-first-sight' girl really is," An Han scoffed dismissively. "You don't even have a front-facing photo."
"I've got one with her face too—I secretly took it."
"???"
You sneaky, thick-eyebrowed Long Xing—you actually took secret photos?!
An Han instantly froze, eyes wide and pleading as he stared at Long Xing.
"Let me see it?"