Suddenly Became a Boy – What Should I Do? - Chapter 59.1

The restaurant owner, previously eager to see Lin Xin and Cheng Shiyin leave, experienced a sudden change of heart. His eyes lit up as he watched the scene unfold, his heart quietly swelling with admiration for the charm of young love. He wished he could applaud this perfect moment but refrained for fear of ruining the mood. Instead, he rested his plump face in his hands, peeking over the counter with a small, non-intrusive smile, embodying the ideal bystander.

However, this love story burned bright and faded fast—Lin Xin abruptly pushed Cheng Shiyin away, surprising even himself.

Clutching her chest where Lin Xin had shoved her, Cheng Shiyin felt more hurt emotionally than physically. Just as she opened her mouth to demand an explanation, she saw Lin Xin collapse to the floor. His face contorted in agony, his body curling into a tight ball, and his mouth emitted unearthly groans—sounds that resembled the cries of a wounded beast.

Cheng Shiyin could only watch helplessly as every muscle in Lin Xin’s body convulsed as though the world were ending. What she didn’t realize was that the turmoil wasn’t just external—it was happening at the cellular level.

What should have been a moment of romance and joy, confirming the arrival of love in Lin Xin’s life, was shattered by a wave of searing pain that left him writhing on the floor. Every nerve in his body seemed to ignite with searing intensity. He wanted to apologize to Cheng Shiyin for his earlier behavior, but when he opened his mouth, only groans of agony came out.

His skull throbbed with an overwhelming pressure, yet his thoughts remained alarmingly lucid.

“I look just like one of those spirits in A Chinese Ghost Story,” he thought. “Except it’s a gender-swapped version of the tale.”

Cheng Shiyin’s kiss had given him the spiritual courage to face life together with her, a renewed determination to stop running away, and the validation of being loved. It was the most precious gift of his life.

But from an objective standpoint, that kiss had also triggered an explosion of his already mutating cells, propelling his body through yet another phase of rapid transformation. It brought to mind Nie Xiaoqian from A Chinese Ghost Story, who drew power by absorbing energy from her victims. The only difference? Lin Xin lacked Nie Xiaoqian’s stunning beauty or elegant figure. Based on his trajectory, he was more akin to the grotesque old woman from the story—a creature of ambiguous gender and questionable charm.

After that, Lin Xin remembered nothing. The excruciating pain eventually caused him to lose consciousness. When he next opened his eyes, he found himself lying in his dormitory bed, as though the entire ordeal had been a taxing dream.

Still groggy, Lin Xin rubbed his temples and climbed out of the upper bunk, landing awkwardly on the floor. As he planted one foot into his slippers, he frowned—his heel was hanging over the back. Had his feet grown?

Lin Xin glanced down at the cheap pair of slippers, which now seemed oddly small. Their jagged edges, a result of poor craftsmanship, dug into his skin painfully. Annoyed, he slipped them off and tiptoed barefoot across the cold dormitory floor, finding the chill more bearable than the ill-fitting footwear.

As both feet touched the floor, he noticed his ankles were exposed to the air, their purplish-blue hue betraying the freezing temperature. His frown deepened, sharp enough to swat imaginary mosquitoes—if such pests even survived the winter.

Finally, Lin Xin reached the sink. He stared into the mirror only to discover a headless figure staring back at him. It wasn’t until he hunched over that his reflection came into view. Even washing his hair became an uncomfortable ordeal, his increased height forcing him to stoop awkwardly over the sink.