Chapter 37: I’ve become a girl!
The next morning, Lu Qingqi rubbed his eyes as he stepped out of the room.
The moment he entered the living room, the aroma of breakfast wafted over.
The white-haired blue-eyed girl, apron tied with a little bear pattern, was setting down the last plate of roujiamo on the table.
Seeing him emerge, she didn’t even look up.
“Sit.”
Three breakfast sets were laid out on the table: orange juice with roujiamo.
Lu Qingqi pulled out a chair and sat, eyeing the extra portion beside her, inwardly muttering.
Looks like future me has quite the appetite—double servings for breakfast.
He picked up a sandwich and bit in; from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the girl’s collar seeming a bit loose.
Two buttons had slipped open, revealing a glimpse of delicate scenery at her neckline.
The youth froze for a beat.
And in the angle he couldn’t see, a large hand with distinct knuckles rested at the girl’s waist, leisurely undoing the buttons on her apron-tied shirt.
The girl shot a glare at the man beside her, blue eyes brimming with reproach, but she didn’t dare make a sound—or interrupt—fearing her counterpart across the table might notice something off.
Though [Cognitive Barrier] could make people overlook inconsistencies, too blatant a flaw might still pierce through.
She didn’t want to socially die in front of her past self!!
“Cut it out—what are you trying to do……”
“Of course, drink some milk~”
The man chuckled softly, taking a bite of his roujiamo, movements still utterly composed.
The girl’s collar loosened a touch more; she hurriedly reached up to adjust it, a faint flush creeping onto her cheeks, back straightening unconsciously, shoulders giving a slight quiver.
“Y-You alright?”
Lu Qingqi startled, nearly dropping his roujiamo.
“N-Nothing.”
The girl squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head; it took her a good while to catch her breath, voice coming out hoarse and ragged.
“……Just, my superpower glitched a bit.”
“Superpowers can glitch?”
“Yeah, one or two are fine, but once you stack up a bunch, some start clashing, countering each other—if you don’t sort them, it’ll lead to brief losses of control.”
“I see.”
The youth nodded, thoughtful.
His gaze swept the table, only to freeze suddenly—the glass of orange juice before the girl had, unbeknownst when, turned milky white, topped with fine foam, threads of creamy scent wafting out.
“This orange juice……”
“It got affected by my superpower just now—you can think of it as a twist on Midas touch.”
The white-haired blue-eyed girl lied through her teeth with wide eyes, watching as the man beside her drained the fresh-from-the-oven, still-steaming milk.
Under the table, she stomped fiercely at him, only for him to catch her ankle in return, fingertips wandering, sending another shiver through her.
The girl forced herself to look up, smile strained.
“Um, past me—come here a sec, help me out.”
“With what?”
Lu Qingqi rose and approached; the closer he got, the thicker the sweet milky fragrance in the air grew—and the girl’s collar seemed to have slipped lower, exposing more than just a hint of spring.
“Help share some of my superpower load.”
“Hm?”
“Simply put, I need you to turn into a girl—then I’ll offload a bit of the pressure onto you.”
“Don’t refuse yet—you’re me; I know what you’re thinking, and I know why you came to the future.”
“Help me this once, and after, I’ll pass on all the research results from years of studying abilities.”
The knee-jerk refusal swallowed back down, Lu Qingqi pondered briefly, then agreed.
Just turning into a girl?
He’d done it before—even peaked once or twice under that bastard rival Liu Wangjiang.
He could always switch back after; play girl for a bit, and score future self’s years of research gains.
Total win!
With a thought, Lu Qingqi cast [Gender Swap] on himself.
In a blink, the youth vanished, replaced by a black-long-haired girl who shared seventy to eighty percent resemblance with her male counterpart—but far more refined and soft.
She stood tall and slender, clad in an oversized men’s shirt, collar slightly ajar to bare exquisite collarbones and pale arms; loose casual pants below accentuated her curvaceous silhouette, a waterfall of black hair spilling down her back.
The original form of Qiqi……
A flicker of reminiscence passed through the man’s deep purple pupils; one hand idly toyed with an object, the other reaching toward the black-haired girl—as if to draw near.
But someone beat him to it.
The white-haired blue-eyed girl shot up from her seat in an instant, scooping the still-unreacting black-haired girl around the waist, hoisting her over her shoulder, and charging toward the study in great strides.
The man’s outstretched hand hung in midair, ultimately grasping at nothing.
He glanced down at his palm, fingertips as if lingering with untasted warmth, yet he wasn’t annoyed in the slightest—instead, a low “tsk” escaped him, lips curving into a smile of indulgence laced with faint helplessness.
“Qiqi’s still not obedient enough……”
“She’s my little canary, through and through—yet she won’t even let me touch.”