Suddenly Became a Boy – What Should I Do? - Chapter 62.1

Have you ever seen the awe-inspiring “Kamehameha” from Dragon Ball? A beam of energy so powerful it shakes the heavens and rends the earth?

No? Never watched Dragon Ball?

Then perhaps you can imagine Ultraman’s “Spacium Beam,” an energy ray that strikes with force upon contact, much like a blast of pure energy. Or maybe Superman’s heat vision—though in this case, it’s simply a gaze, devoid of any real energy. Still, the intensity of the stares directed at Lin Xin’s crotch burned with the focus of magnifying glasses under the midday sun. Forget scorching—at this rate, he was moments away from bursting into flames.

But not just one magnifying glass—four.

The scene resembled a passage from the second-grade textbook describing Edison’s brilliance in Edison Saves Mom. Young Edison, quick-witted and resourceful, used multiple mirrors to focus light from an oil lamp, transforming a dimly lit room into a brightly illuminated operating space. His ingenuity enabled the doctor to perform an emergency appendectomy, saving his mother’s life.

The story taught us that intelligence is invaluable. Unfortunately for Lin Xin, he was demonstrating the opposite.

In this retelling, Lin Xin wasn’t Edison but rather the patient on the operating table, mid-preparation—unbuckling his pants.

As his hand reached for the zipper, the scorching intensity of the four stares finally broke through his momentary lapse in judgment. It was like being zapped by surgical lamps, their combined heat making him reconsider his actions. Lin Xin suddenly realized how far from “civilized behavior” his current actions had strayed.

The sheer absurdity of the scene froze him in place, four intense “surgical lamps” glaring at his zipper. The atmosphere was so surreal that it felt like he was undergoing a circumcision—or worse, something more sinister from a veterinary clinic. A shudder of existential dread ran through him.

Hurriedly, Lin Xin rebuttoned his pants and clutched the remnants of his torn shirt to his chest, retreating to his seat like a startled animal caught in headlights.

Lin Xin let out a long sigh.

Cheng Shiyin and Shang Xiaoxia, both more worldly than the other two, sighed in unison. The moment had passed.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yun and He Xiangtong, less experienced and less composed, caught a fleeting glimpse of Lin Xin’s chiseled V-line. In their minds, they offered heartfelt thanks to the heavens for this once-in-a-lifetime view. As they discreetly wiped their mouths and blinked away tears of joy, they silently relished the unexpected spectacle Lin Xin had unwittingly provided.

Lin Xin, now observant of their expressions, realized he had misjudged the situation. Abandoning further dramatics, he began recounting his story.

Even as Lin Xin spoke, two pairs of eyes lingered shamelessly on his exposed chest. Their ears pretended to listen, but their questions veered absurdly off-topic. If they applied the same energy to their studies, getting into Tsinghua University would have been a breeze.

Lin Xin, however, couldn’t shake the unsettling weight of their predatory gazes. The idea of sleeping in the same room as these two “hyenas” filled him with dread. What if, the moment he closed his eyes, they pounced on him, tore his shirt to shreds, and… did unspeakable things?

“Entertaining my roommates?” Lin Xin thought grimly. “I can’t do that!”

Cheng Shiyin couldn’t help from afar, and Shang Xiaoxia was more likely to add fuel to the fire.

What took under an hour to explain to Cheng Shiyin stretched into an all-night ordeal with Zhang Yun and He Xiangtong. By the time the sun rose, Lin Xin, sporting panda-like dark circles, dragged himself off to his physical exam.

Glancing at his reflection, Lin Xin saw a face utterly drained, like someone who had spent the night in endless excess. He thought, “Maybe I’ll fail this physical for real and save myself the trouble of faking results.”

With his pre-filled medical report in hand, Lin Xin couldn’t shake a growing unease. Shang Xiaoxia had assured him everything was arranged, but the specifics of “arranged” were left vague. He had no idea what to expect.

There’d been no rehearsal, so Lin Xin could only improvise on the spot.