Will Zhang Shaoqing turn into a girl?

How could she know?

If it had been written before her transmigration, it might have been more likely, but this particular short story was something she had written later.

Ning Chu didn’t have much time to dwell on the question, as her brain had turned into mush again, thanks to Wen Yang's relentless “attacks.” Before long, she had rolled her eyes and fainted in exhaustion.

When she woke up the next morning, it was already eight o'clock.

The aroma of meat buns filled the room, and Ning Chu groggily stared at the ceiling. …