Suddenly Became a Boy – What Should I Do? - Chapter 70.1

After nearly half an hour, the operating room doors finally opened. A pale-faced Lin Xin was wheeled out, and the first thing he said was, “Why are you here?” Yet, he turned his head away, unable to meet Cheng Shiyin’s gaze.

Lin Xin knew he needed to talk quickly before the anesthesia wore off completely. One careless movement, and he might end up back in the operating room for stitches and dressings. But Cheng Shiyin, sitting quietly by his bedside, said nothing.

When Lin Xin finally turned to face her, he noticed her body trembling slightly. She was covering her mouth with both hands to stifle something that was desperately trying to escape—a laugh.

“Pfft!” She was struggling. A lot.

“Oh, dear God, forgive my cruelty!” Cheng Shiyin thought.

The Lin Xin in the photo Cheng Shiyin had received looked utterly pitiful, but now the situation felt almost comical. Even though Lin Xin had gone through surgery and looked physically miserable—pale, drenched in sweat, and clearly in pain—Cheng Shiyin couldn’t summon even a shred of sympathy. The knowledge that it was a circumcision only made it harder not to laugh. Keeping it in was draining all her energy.

Cheng Shiyin couldn’t believe that dating someone could bring this much joy and surprise. At first, she thought she’d found herself a girlfriend, only to have them transform into a boyfriend with a “grand addition.” And now, they were sharing this ridiculous moment together. “Hahaha, beautiful times indeed. Lin Xin, you’re such a hardcore jester,” she thought.

Finally, after some effort, Cheng Shiyin managed to compose herself and calmly said, “I heard you had surgery, so I came to check on you.”

Lin Xin gave a faint “Mm” and fell silent. The sentence obviously skipped over a lot of context, but he didn’t feel like probing further. Now that the anesthesia had worn off, he was expending all his strength battling the pain. After a long pause, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out, “I’ll come find you when I’m better.”

This was the first time Lin Xin had ever asked Cheng Shiyin to leave, and though there was no malice in his tone, it still sounded a bit abrupt.

That would soon be the last time Lin Xin tried to send Cheng Shiyin away, as the consequences would remain etched in his memory for a century.

Cheng Shiyin understood Lin Xin’s intent and even said, “Alright.” But instead of leaving, she leaned in close, grabbed Lin Xin’s averted face, and turned it toward her. With a half-teasing, half-challenging grin, she planted a parting kiss on his lips.

Feeling the familiar softness, Lin Xin was overwhelmed with emotion, and tears welled up in his eyes. Refusing to be outdone, he dragged his aching body forward and returned the gesture with a long, deliberate kiss, as if to prove he was still in control.

However, as soon as Cheng Shiyin left, Lin Xin furiously mashed the call button by his bed and shouted, “Doctor! Doctor! My stitches popped open again!”

The doctor arrived, sighed deeply, and muttered, “Ah, youth…”

Lin Xin ended up spending his entire month-long leave firmly planted in bed. Only after confirming his recovery a thousand times did he dare step foot outside the hospital.

By the time he emerged, his once delicate features had been replaced with sharp, resolute lines. Shadows as heavy as those from Fist of the North Star cast across his figure, leaving him the very picture of masculinity. After enduring so much, Lin Xin felt invincible—there was nothing left in the world that could make him falter.

As the cold wind blew, Lin Xin stood tall, unmoving—even as a stray plastic bag smacked him right in the face. He pulled out his phone and confidently dialed Cheng Shiyin’s number, speaking in a deep, sultry voice, “Darling, let’s meet today.”

At Qi’an University, the door to Room 404 of the men’s dormitory swung open without warning. A faint, pleasant aroma wafted out, prompting passersby to inhale deeply to cleanse themselves of the sock-stench clinging to their own dorms. Even boys who knew nothing about fragrances immediately recognized the scent.

“Oh! SIX GOD!” they exclaimed in unison. Though spoken in English, it carried the unmistakable tone of a badly dubbed movie.

Curious, they peeked inside the room, only to find it completely empty.

It was a sunny Sunday morning, yet not a single person in Room 404 was lazing in bed. Even their blankets were folded into perfect “tofu cubes,” fresher than anything they had achieved during military training. Strangely, there had been no recent dorm inspections, and this wasn’t a show of compliance.