Chapter 031: Senior Sister Is a Rogue

Su Dieyi ultimately did not throw up; her initial reaction was merely triggered by recalling the scene with Li Huan in the bathroom that morning. It was the first time she realized that men needed to use their hands to guide that thing when urinating. However, thinking about how she herself always used tissue after peeing, she quickly came to terms with it—there were always some fundamental differences between men and women. She just hoped that guy had washed his hands afterwards!

Leaving the bathroom, Su Dieyi shot Li Huan an annoyed glare, fixed her eyes on the remaining half of her lunchbox, and said, “Don’t you care about hygiene at all? Did you wash your hands? Just grabbing someone else’s food—did you even ask me?”

“I washed them!” Li Huan felt a bit embarrassed; after all, she was a girl, and they weren’t close enough to share lunch like boyfriend and girlfriend. Suddenly reaching into her lunchbox for a piece of steak was definitely inappropriate.

“Even if you washed your hands, it’s not okay. You’re not my boyfriend; what gives you the right to eat my food?” Su Dieyi was determined to put Li Huan in his place. Did he really think that just because he was injured, he could enjoy privileges reserved for boyfriends? Letting him get away with it would be far too easy!

“Alright, I admit my mistake. As a conscientious person, I solemnly apologize to you. Please accept the sincere apology of this shameless scoundrel!” Li Huan grinned, seeing that Su Dieyi wasn’t truly furious. Her reaction was clearly a chain effect from the morning’s incident, so admitting fault was no big deal.

“Pfft…”

Amused by Li Huan’s self-deprecating “shameless scoundrel,” Su Dieyi couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Her previously stern expression melted across her lovely face like ink wash, revealing a breathtaking beauty that left Li Huan stunned.

He had always thought Su Dieyi was a pure, ethereal girl, but only now did he realize that her beauty possessed a quality that made one reluctant to profane it—a joy that mingled with restraint, a smile that should never be spoiled.

Feeling uncomfortable under Li Huan’s unabashed gaze, Su Dieyi blushed, turned away, and returned to her room. She changed into sportswear, tied her hair into a high ponytail, and as she moved, she painted a vivid picture of grace.

Li Huan, too, felt he had lost his composure. How could he stare at her so openly? He needed to be more discreet if he was going to look…

That afternoon, Li Huan was idle. After playing a game—where he was called “dead weight” several times—he finally vented by picking on a rookie, then logged off. He lay on the bed, reading the finance books he had bought that morning, until his phone suddenly rang.

Drowsy from reading, Li Huan was startled by the ringtone, didn’t bother to pick up the book that fell, and glanced at the caller ID. It was Sun Feifei. He quickly sat up and answered.

“What were you doing? Why did it take so long to answer?” Sun Feifei’s voice was tinged with a lazy warmth that was pleasant to hear.

“Reading, but I must’ve dozed off!” Li Huan picked up the book and tossed it onto the bed, relaxing his tone.

“What were you reading? Some dirty novel?” Sun Feifei asked suspiciously, then giggled, clearly enjoying having a younger schoolmate she could tease.

Li Huan rolled his eyes, finally understanding the saying that every proper woman has a secret, mischievous side. Sun Feifei was the epitome of this type. “Senior, could you not be so crude? I always regarded you as a goddess—lofty and unattainable—now I’m starting to think you’re a bit vulgar!”

“Get out, I’m pure as can be! I don’t even know what ‘self-service’ means. Want to explain, junior?” Sun Feifei’s righteous tone threw Li Huan off balance. Hearing her ask about such a sacred term with such innocent curiosity made him respect her—any woman who could torment a man both physically and mentally, yet inquire so innocently about something so obscure, must have incredible resolve.

“It’s a spontaneous piston action that violates the law of conservation of energy…” Li Huan improvised an explanation, not believing Sun Feifei truly didn’t know the term.

“My junior is so learned…” Sun Feifei’s voice sounded coquettish, then shifted, “Enough joking around. I’ve told the big boss about what happened these past two days. Tomorrow night, she’ll host a dinner, inviting Doggie and some partners from the underworld. You should come too.”

“Alright, understood.” Li Huan nodded, not asking for details. He sensed there wouldn’t be much trouble; otherwise, Sun Feifei wouldn’t have started the call by teasing him. That wasn’t how a mature woman would act if things were serious.

Still, Li Huan felt uneasy. He’d only seen gang bosses shouting and fighting with their crews in movies and TV, scenes full of blood and violence—exciting to watch, but surely not so impressive in real life. Nowadays, such displays were rare, but Doggie’s infamy on Backstreet was well known. Li Huan had never imagined he’d be involved with people like that, especially as adversaries.

After all, he was just a college student. His stint at the bar had exposed him to all kinds of people and lifestyles—none of which he longed for. But deep down, everyone fears mediocrity; otherwise, Li Huan wouldn’t have chosen to defy his family’s wishes and pursue a different path toward his dreams.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his worries, and stared blankly at his computer desk until his mood improved. Suddenly, he remembered how his life had already taken an extraordinary turn. The upheaval from two nights ago made him realize his trajectory had shifted without him noticing, and those inexplicable abilities were now his advantage—a power beyond the laws of nature, perhaps destined to bring him a different future.

Li Huan hesitated, then removed the bandages from his hand, only to discover the wound had miraculously healed. No wonder it had been itching—it was the skin regenerating. He realized the “Super Transformation System” had been using its energy to repair his injuries.

When he removed the bandages from his chest, he saw just how powerful the system was. The wound on his right chest, once frightening, was now perfectly healed, with no ugly scars left behind.

He felt the energy within his body, connecting his nerves directly to the system. The energy level showed 80 points, with an arrow indicating it was still being replenished.

He recalled the system’s earlier prompt: the most basic way to restore energy was by consuming nutritious food. Excited, Li Huan leapt out of bed, went to a nearby restaurant, and bought two large servings of braised pork knuckle, then retreated to his room to feast.

The process of converting food into energy was slow—it had to be digested first, then absorbed by the system. After half an hour, Li Huan noticed the energy points rising faster, and after reaching 100, the increase didn’t stop. Only when it hit 120 did the pace slow to a crawl.

“Does this mean my energy points have leveled up?” Li Huan wondered, since this phenomenon was completely outside his scientific understanding. It was an unpredictable change.

“Primary level upgraded. Energy advanced. Maximum now 150 points. Entering physical enhancement phase!” The system’s voice sounded again. Li Huan responded, but it was clear that this voice wasn’t a fully autonomous entity—it only appeared when the system changed, and aside from answering certain questions, it wouldn’t provide information about other matters.

Li Huan was at a loss, having acquired this thing by accident and still not fully adapted. The most absurd aspect of this transformation system was that it could turn a man into a woman. He shuddered at the thought of showing up in public as a burly man, only to suddenly transform into a delicate little girl, shocking all the men around him. If he encountered a pervert, his protective barrier would be at risk!

Having eaten too much that afternoon, even though the system absorbed most of the energy, Li Huan still felt sluggish. He lay down and slept until the sound of the door waking him. After waiting a while and hearing no movement, he got up and walked to the living room. He glanced at Su Dieyi’s door, hesitated, then knocked twice.

“What is it?” Su Dieyi’s voice came from inside, but her tone sounded off—there was a hint of choking, as if she’d been crying.

Li Huan frowned, puzzled. Su Dieyi didn’t seem the petty type; the morning was just an accident, and lunchtime was a minor matter. She shouldn’t be so sensitive.

“Are you feeling unwell?” Li Huan wasn’t good at comforting girls, and his relationship with Su Dieyi was awkward enough that he couldn’t just barge into her room.

“…I’m fine, just want to sleep for a bit,” Su Dieyi replied, clearly suppressing her emotions. Her voice was low, but Li Huan could tell it was different from usual.

Li Huan didn’t press further, but curiosity got the better of him. He bent down, pressed his ear to the door, and listened carefully. From inside came the muffled sound of a girl crying, full of unspoken grievance.

What was going on? She was crying?

Li Huan felt his head spin. A girl’s tears were the most formidable weapon in the world—though not destructive, they could shatter any man’s hardened heart.