Chapter 2: The Girl I Don’t Know.

“Roommate wanted, co-living arrangement. I’m a sigma male, completely indifferent to women, just cohabitation is fine. Minimum one week, rent extremely low. If interested, add my contact number or WeChat. Sincere inquiries only, no time-wasters.”

“Bro, your abacus beads just smacked me right in the face.”

Last night he posted the roommate ad.
The next morning when he woke up, there was only one reply.

Lu Hang sighed and stood up from in front of the computer.

Waking up the second day, he realized it wasn’t a dream after all.

That contact was still saved in his phone,备注ed as “Omniscient and Omnipotent Goddess”.
Out of boredom, Lu Hang even clicked into her Moments.
Turns out it was set to three-days visible.
She only had one post:
“Just started the job. Still lots I don’t understand during the internship period, but I’ll work hard to learn. Keep growing, jiayou pinch~”
And that post sat there completely ignored, like a weed by the roadside—utterly desolate.

When Lu Hang casually posts a photo of some flowers and grass, the people in his department or his bros will smash twenty-plus likes without hesitation.

She made it sound easy, but Lu Hang himself had no idea how he was supposed to find a girl to live with—and within two days, no less.

Since that goddess had the ability to turn someone into a catgirl, even reasoning with his ass he could tell she definitely also had the ability to kill him.
Because turning a person into a catgirl was way, way harder than just killing them.

And the twenty thousand yuan she transferred really did arrive.
While eating breakfast, for the first time Lu Hang experienced what it felt like to be rich.

Today’s soy milk came with two youtiao and two tea eggs.
Utterly extravagant.

The whole day, Lu Hang racked his brain trying to figure out how on earth he could fulfill the goddess’s requirement of cohabiting with a girl.
He had decent popularity in school and a few female friends.

But which female friend would agree to live together the moment you ask?
That’s just creepy, isn’t it?

After thinking it over with no solution, Lu Hang helplessly glanced out the window.
The sky was high and the clouds light; the weather was actually pretty nice today.

Since things had come to this, might as well go play some ball.

……

“Old Hang, I’m about to tell you something. You absolutely cannot freak out.”

“I’ll freak out in advance then. Go ahead.”
Lu Hang tucked the basketball under his arm and replied.

“I turned into a girl. My dick is gone.”

Lu Hang: “?”

Lu Hang: “You on something?”

Drenched in sweat, Lu Hang hugged the basketball tightly, staring at the WeChat message in deep suspicion.

He’d vaguely felt his phone buzzing nonstop while playing.
During halftime he checked—sure enough.
But the message made zero sense.

The sender was Bai Huang, the only rich guy in their old four-person dorm.
Rumor had it he got several allowances every month.
Not enough? Just ask for more.
Still not enough? Ask again.
Last time he got mad and flexed, called his dad right there and got over a hundred thousand in pocket money on the spot.
Utterly jaw-dropping.

His dad supposedly had serious background, though no one dared ask exactly what kind.
Something about being CEO of several listed companies.

Bai Huang got along well with Lu Hang.
Super carefree, no sense of boundaries, sometimes a bit face-obsessed.
When he walked down the street he looked exactly like a street punk.
People sucking up to him called him Young Master Bai, Young Lord Bai in the most fawning tones.
Whenever he rolled through campus with his posse, he genuinely gave off the vibe of those spoiled, womanizing rich kids from web novels.
He was basically a campus celebrity.
Supposedly several influencer-looking girls chased him.
That playboy aura he gave off always made Lu Hang feel like any second now some average-looking protagonist would frown and come slap his face.

As the youngest in the dorm, he frequently dragged everyone out to various places and played very openly.
Still, he was quite loyal and reliable.

He’d kept trying to set Lu Hang up with girls, but the sisters around that second-gen rich kid all smelled faintly of gold-digging, so Lu Hang always declined.
He preferred living alone in peace and quiet.

At first he thought Bai Huang was messaging to say the squad was short a player for ranked tonight.

Then he read this nonsense.

Bai Huang seemed to realize explanations were useless over text:
“Fine, no more bullshit. Just tell me where you are, I’ll come find you.”

“East side of campus, basketball court.”

“1.”

After the bro sent a single “1”, he went radio silent.

What the hell is this guy on about? Lu Hang was baffled.

Probably stayed up singing KTV with some girls again and lost at Truth or Dare or something.

No way that goddess from last night had a sudden brain fart, turned Bai Huang into a woman, and forgot to tell him, right?

How could that be possible?

She’s a goddess, not an omnipotent god.

Lu Hang stared at his phone for a moment longer, then lazily stuffed it back into his pocket.
A few guys from the neighboring department were panting and gulping water over by the court.
They waved to signal they were done; Lu Hang nodded back from a distance.
Playing ball in the afternoon always left him feeling a bit listless.
The initial hot-blooded energy got quickly crushed by his chronically sleep-deprived body.
Sometimes, watching girls from the women’s university walk by in short skirts and long legs under the sunlight, Lu Hang just felt… meh.

“Hang-ge, you hitting the net café later?”

“Nah, I’m good.” Lu Hang shook his head.

No idea what was wrong with Bai Huang, but he said he was coming over, so might as well wait here.

Otherwise when he arrives and can’t find him, he’ll probably just spam messages cursing him out.

“Sigh, I’m not going either. Gotta accompany my girlfriend. Shopping date and all.”

A sharp voice rang out.
Wang Liang from the neighboring department wore an exaggerated look of regret, dragging out his words, face dripping with smugness.

Several guys stared at him, itching to beat him up.

“Sigh, Hang-ge, you’re already a sophomore. How come you’re still not thinking about getting a girlfriend?”
Wang Liang looked at Lu Hang with fake pity, expression screaming “punch me”.

He had finally escaped the virgin life not long ago.
Now he told everyone who would listen that he had a girlfriend.
At first the group could still force out a “congrats” through gritted teeth, but later he wouldn’t shut up about it.
Whenever he saw someone single, he’d immediately start flexing.

Everyone wanted to beat him into the ground, but sadly no righteous opportunity presented itself.

“Can’t find one. I’m ugly.”
Lu Hang actually didn’t mind and just joked casually.

Although due to certain things he really didn’t want a relationship right now, he was still genuinely happy when his friends managed to find someone.

“Ugly where? Hang-ge, if you’re ugly then what am I? You’ve got the exact face that gets kept by rich cougars. Why are you so hard on yourself?”
Wang Liang looked heartbroken at the wasted potential, hugging the basketball and lowering his voice mysteriously:
“Hang-ge, let me share my girlfriend-getting insights. First is face—you’re fine there. Second is style. You need a Korean hairstyle…”

“Yeah yeah yeah…”
Lu Hang half-heartedly agreed while glancing at his watch.

Where the hell is Bai Huang?

Wang Liang was still nonstop sharing his dating experience and post-success theories when suddenly the roar of a car engine came from the direction of the college gate.
Lu Hang couldn’t help frowning at the noise—then turned and saw a Maybach screech to a stop outside the court.
The car instantly drew curious stares from students all over.

The school opening rush was already over; no parents were dropping off students now.

Normally when a car this flashy appeared on campus, it meant a student driving their own ride.
Any university student who could cruise around campus in a car—forget Maybach, even a Wuling Hongguang—would attract a crowd of envious looks.

“They even took off the front license plate. What a show-off…” Wang Liang muttered under his breath.

But when someone stepped out of the driver’s seat, everyone froze.

A fair-skinned, stunningly beautiful girl.
Long hair cascading over her shoulders, narrow eyes carrying a powerful aura.
That slightly arrogant, dashing vibe instantly seized everyone’s attention.

She wore slightly oversized suit trousers and a white dress shirt that faintly hinted at the skin beneath.
Lu Hang stared at her strangely, feeling the outfit looked oddly familiar.

She really was quite pretty.

“Who’s that beauty? Is she from our school?” Wang Liang asked dazedly, mouth hanging open.

Everyone else shook their heads.

But the more Lu Hang looked, the more wrong it felt. He kept staring suspiciously at the girl.

Yesterday when Bai Huang went out singing K, he said he was going to use his designer little suit to conquer those material girls.
He even deliberately asked Lu Hang if it looked good.
Since Lu Hang hadn’t moved out yet and didn’t like raining on parades, he had just given the usual gentle full-approval praise.

Lu Hang grew more and more puzzled, but the feeling of wrongness only intensified.
The girl’s face was full of anger. She strode straight toward him with big steps.
When she reached him, she grabbed his arm in one motion. A wave of fragrance hit him.

“You’re dead. I told you to wait outside the court. Your phone on silent again, huh?”
She gritted her teeth and hissed quietly.

“Who… are you?”
Lu Hang was dumbfounded.

The girl didn’t answer, just puffed out her cheeks and started dragging him toward the car.

Lu Hang immediately yelled for help:
“Brothers! I don’t know this person!!”

A fair-skinned beauty was dragging someone into a luxury car—who wouldn’t think this was some new scam?
Who knew where she was taking him?

Everyone exchanged looks.
Intimidated by the girl’s aura, not a single person stepped forward.

Only Wang Liang bravely spoke up:
“Who are you? If you’ve got something to say, let him go first, okay?”

“Who I am to him is none of your business. Mind your own fucking mouth—love sticking your nose in other people’s business, huh?”

The unfamiliar girl raised an eyebrow, then shoved Lu Hang hard into the passenger seat.
The door slammed shut with a solid thunk.

“Save me—!”
Lu Hang pounded on the window. His desperate voice came out muffled through the glass.

Now everyone went dead silent.

Only after watching Lu Hang desperately hammering the window from the passenger seat, face full of despair, as the girl drove off with him, did the stunned crowd finally snap out of it.

“Damn, what a gorgeous girl… nice car too…”

“Is she even from our school?”

“I swear, so that’s how Hang-ge has been eating. And he still says he doesn’t have a girlfriend.”
Wang Liang said through gritted teeth, clearly salty.

“Did anyone else think she looked kinda familiar?”

Everyone fell into thought.

After Lu Hang was whisked away by a handsome girl in a handsome Maybach, the group eventually concluded:
They had never seen this girl on campus before.