Suddenly Became a Boy – What Should I Do? - Chapter 55.1

Have you ever experienced deathly silence?
Not the kind of calm that brings peace, but the void left behind when all vitality is stripped away—a chilling silence that reeks of death itself, heavy and suffocating.

Time: 8:30 PM.
Location: 100 meters west of the North Gate of XX University, at the Legendary KTV.
People: Lin Xin, Gu Nian, and Cheng Shiyin.
Event: A fatal incident. All three people present are “dead” on the scene, the cause of death unknown.

The first “victim” is Lin Xin—ironically, the one whose crumpled posture brings him closest to resembling actual death. Now, his heart is utterly dead.

Lin Xin had always thought, “Even if my secret got exposed, the worst-case scenario might be a humiliating beating. After all, Gu Nian, no matter how unhinged, isn’t likely to change his orientation overnight… right?”

But Lin Xin thought, “I was too naive, so hopelessly foolish.” Even the most clueless soul knows that wolves lurk in winter. Yet, Lin Xin never anticipated the existence of something far more horrifying: unexpected accidents.

The moment “it” made contact with Gu Nian’s face, Lin Xin’s mental ECG flatlined, his shock rooting him to the spot. His soul crumbled to dust.

In the months since his transformation, Lin Xin had grown fond of “it.” The attachment ran as deep as a bond between blood brothers, despite how society might frown upon such sentiments. To the public, girls shouldn’t possess such “big treasures,” so Lin Xin had hidden it away. He believed that one day, someone would accept it for what it was. He’d even decided that only one person in this lifetime could ever touch it.

That someone could never be Gu Nian!

“It” wanted to curl up and vanish, to escape and protect itself. Yet, thanks to the drugs, it stood tall—defiantly proud, greeting the world with unyielding boldness.

Now Lin Xin thought, “I wish I could just disappear, especially in front of Cheng Shiyin.”

He’d failed to protect himself and had no dignity left to face the person he cherished most. He was tainted, defiled. Lin Xin wanted to cry, but the perpetrator of this travesty, Gu Nian, was already in tears.

Gu Nian’s tears fell silently, cascading like an unstoppable flood from a broken dam, drowning him in overwhelming regret. From the moment the incident occurred, his emotions unraveled entirely. His attempt at setting a provocative mood had backfired spectacularly when his tongue brushed the corner of his lips—just 0.01 cm away from “the behemoth.”

Yes, behemoth.

As much as Gu Nian wanted to deny it, the distance between him and Lin Xin had become an insurmountable chasm.

The explicit videos Gu Nian had once smugly filmed now felt like tickets to his own public humiliation, a “social death” from which there was no escape. The confident man who had once basked in his charms was gone, replaced by a shell of regret. His looks, his bravado—none of it mattered anymore.

Gu Nian thought, “Anyone watching my tapes would need a magnifying glass to even notice me.” In truth, he felt like nothing but a useless speck of dust.

And yet, the impact Lin Xin delivered wasn’t just psychological. If the first contact was a mere visual shock, the subsequent movements continued to pummel Gu Nian’s fragile soul. Even in hardness, Gu Nian felt utterly outclassed.

With tears streaming, Gu Nian slunk away from the “scene of the crime.” His hands trembled as he quietly turned off the recording camera before retreating to a corner, where he squatted, shaking and weeping uncontrollably.

Gu Nian wondered, “Is this real life? Why does everything feel so surreal and absurd?”