Suddenly Became a Boy – What Should I Do? - Chapter 71.1

Rustle, murmur, hum…

Lin Xin was sleeping soundly when the faint buzzing of mosquitoes began to disturb him. At first, it was just the soft hum of their wings slicing through the air, but soon, the noise took on a surround-sound quality, as if amplified by Dolby audio. To his surprise, the buzzing morphed into words. “Wukong, have you ever heard the one about humans being born to humans and demons being born to demons?”

Even the Guanyin Bodhisattva would have lost patience at this point, so how could Lin Xin possibly endure? He bolted upright and shouted, “Shut up!”

The dorm fell silent. Lin Xin, eyes still closed, immediately lay back down. His back thudded against the iron frame of his bed, which groaned under the impact. The bed seemed to be in poor shape—and so, apparently, were the “mosquitoes” surrounding him.

His three roommates exchanged glances, wordlessly deciding to send Li Wenbo—who had the strongest grip—to wake Lin Xin. In situations like this, there was no room for soft approaches or special treatment.

“Thwack!”

The sound of a slap echoed through the room, followed by a sharp hiss of pain. Both sounds came courtesy of Li Wenbo himself, who had swung his hand so hard that he ended up stinging his own palm. Yet Lin Xin remained oblivious, merely turning over in his sleep, entirely missing his first chance for a cordial interaction with his new roommates.

Compared to the sterile scent of disinfectant in the hospital, this dorm—permeated with the sharp, herbal aroma of Six God cologne—felt almost like a sanctuary to Lin Xin. Every corner radiated comfort, save for the glowing star-shaped lights on the walls, which blatantly violated fire codes. He mentally noted to remove them first thing upon waking. Most importantly, there was no longer any risk of someone pulling his pants down in the middle of the night.

—Or so he thought.

No sooner had he felt reassured than a sudden chill hit his lower body. His blanket had been yanked away, exposing him to the cold air. The draft made him sneeze violently, jolting him awake. As he opened his eyes, he saw Tan Ge wiping his face theatrically before smirking. “Bro, your sprinkler’s got more power than the Three Gorges Dam.”

Apparently, Lin Xin’s sneeze had sent a fine mist of droplets flying directly into Tan Ge’s face.

Snatching his blanket back, Lin Xin sat up and gave his three mischievous roommates an awkward yet polite smile, flashing precisely eight teeth. “Gentlemen, may I ask what guidance you have for me?” he inquired, his tone reminiscent of a swordsman challenging his rivals in a wuxia drama.

The moment Lin Xin spoke, the three roommates leapt back in unison. In the center of the room, as if conjured out of thin air, appeared the legendary folding stool—known as the ultimate weapon of the dorm. Lin Xin couldn’t help but admire it, muttering, “What a stool!” Its magnificence lay in its ability to amplify the wielder’s aura to infinity.

Zhang Shan sat down on the stool with a swagger, crossing one leg over the other at a perfect 90-degree angle, like a rooster ready to fight. His loose sweatpants flapped dramatically, revealing not a single strand of leg hair.

Behind him, the “Hum Ha Generals,” Li Wenbo and Tan Ge, stood firm like a compass and ruler, striking a pose reminiscent of the traditional Fuxi and Nuwa diagram.