He turned around and locked the door from inside, followed by removing his pants to check his dick.

?!

What the hell?! How did it shrink so much overnight?!

His face was filled with shock, trembling slightly from disbelief as he reached out to the below part of him to steady himself while going to the restroom, only to accidentally touch nothing but air.

What is this little bug?!

As Ning Chu fled the bathroom in a daze, Wen Yang happened to be washing clothes on the balcony. He glanced at Ning Chu’s crestfallen expression, curious despite himself.

“What’s wrong?”

“I…” Ning Chu’s lips moved, unable to speak.

Wen Yang couldn’t understand Ning Chu’s closed-off appearance; it was almost like the young man had suddenly arrived during his period, becoming irritable, withdrawn, and explosive—like a fuse that could easily be lit.

It seemed that every so often, Ning Chu would exhibit these symptoms, as if he were suffering from premenstrual syndrome: short temper, isolation, and irritability, as though he were a bomb ready to explode at any spark.

Moreover, Wen Yang noticed changes in Ning Chu’s body every so often, and now, the latter’s chest muscles were noticeably more defined, soft and plump, shaking slightly when he performed vigorous movements or exercise.

Ning Chu leaned both arms against the railing, head lowered, long hair draping down to conceal his face in shadows.

“I asked a friend for help earlier and got invited into a part-time job group.” Wen Yang brought up the idea of getting a part-time job as expected. “I looked through it; there’s a factory position that pays one hundred yuan per day. The location is in the outskirts, so meals and lodging are included, but I heard it’s quite exhausting.”

“No interested.”

“Oh, there’s also a street promotion opportunity at the city center. It’ll be hot with such large crowds out under the sun.”

“Still not interested.”

Judging by Ning Chu’s current state, he would have no interest in any work.

Wen Yang shrugged. “Then I’ll become a tutor—”

“Absolutely not!”

Ning Chu reacted abruptly, turning his head to stare wide-eyed at Wen Yang with those large almond eyes, firmly opposing him. “Absolutely not!”

Tutoring was a hotspot for gender-bending scenes! In the original plot, Wen Yang even conquered some of his tutor students.

Whether or not this time’s tutoring gig was the same situation, once the story line was triggered, either Wen Yang had to tame the frisky female student himself, or Ning Chu had to get overly affectionate toward him—neither outcome was particularly good for him.

The sudden opposition startled Wen Yang, who lowered his voice and felt inexplicably guilty. “Tutoring makes a lot of money…”

“…”

“Heh~”

With that scornful tone, Wen Yang felt even more uneasy, like becoming a tutor meant cheating on his girlfriend.