A Skirt’s Revelation and a King’s Return

“Yo, little miss, quite the attitude you’ve got there, huh? Don’t think I won’t lay a hand on you just because you’re cute!” The boy, despite his desire to charm the striking girl before him, felt his pride utterly trampled. Yet, striking a girl would surely strip him of even more dignity.

“Heh~” A soft chuckle escaped Bai Qiao. She understood his hesitation, but it infuriated her all the same. This was a stark reminder that she was now a girl, seemingly unworthy even of a proper fight.

‘How frustrating!’

“What’s wrong? I’d say you’re the arrogant one, wouldn’t you? Or perhaps you’re simply a coward, too afraid to even apologize after knocking into a girl’s cup?”

“You!”

“What? Am I wrong? Or perhaps I’m too right, leaving you with no rebuttal?” Bai Qiao’s gaze, full of playful mockery, fixed on the boy.

“You!” Surrounded by a throng of onlookers, the boy’s already impulsive nature spiraled into a frenzy. His fist shot out, a sudden motion that drew gasps of alarm from the crowd.

Yet, the scene that unfolded next left everyone even more utterly dumbfounded.

With a single hand, Bai Qiao seized the boy’s swinging fist. A slight exertion of pressure followed, eliciting a shriek of pain and the sickening crunch of bone dislocating.

The onlookers instinctively clutched their collars, bewildered. How could such a petite girl possess such formidable strength?

“Heh~” A smirk played on Bai Qiao’s lips as she fiercely lifted her hand, sending the burly boy tumbling to the ground. He grimaced, sucking in a sharp breath, just about to push himself up, when a small leather shoe suddenly pressed down on him.

The force was immense, threatening to snap his ribs. The boy gritted his teeth in agony, then… his face abruptly flushed crimson. White… white…

‘Panties! I… I saw them all! Ah! My life is complete…’

“What?” Bai Qiao watched the boy’s rapidly changing expressions with a curious tilt of her head. Then, bewildered, she looked at the dazed and… embarrassed faces of her classmates.

“Qiao-chan… your skirt…” Miko, her face beet red, finally leaned in and whispered.

“Ah? Ah!” Bai Qiao instinctively glanced down. So, the skirts for female school uniforms were actually this short! Since transforming into this strange state, she had only worn a skirt once, at a wedding, and even then, it was a particularly elaborate and modest one.

Now, with this sudden reminder, Bai Qiao realized the implications of her current posture, one foot planted squarely on the boy. It was… quite the revealing display.

Her face flushed scarlet. Even though she had once been a boy, it didn’t mean she could remain composed or act as if nothing had happened in such a situation.

A sudden, chilling sensation below… Bai Qiao could barely walk now. Her legs constantly brushed and rubbed together, the smooth touch—ahhh! Her complexion worsened, her legs trembling with every step.

The recent scene replayed in her mind. She, a former campus overlord, a dignified man, reduced to such a predicament!

“Qiao-chan? W-what’s wrong?”

“N-nothing…” As she walked, Bai Qiao’s thoughts raced. ‘When I go back, I absolutely must find a teacher to get a male school uniform!’

****

“A-Chen? Going to eat together?” In the classroom, a boy casually draped an arm over Bai Chen’s shoulder from behind.

Bai Chen cast a glance at him. Such familiarity suggested he might have been Bai Qiao’s friend before, though it wasn’t certain. Thus, Bai Chen merely hummed softly, offering no further words, nor any explicit refusal.

“A-Chen, where have you been all these days? You seem… different since you came back.” Huang Yuan harbored some doubts, yet it would never cross his mind that this Bai Chen was not the same Bai Chen as before.

“Nothing much. Perhaps your impression of me has become a bit blurry after not seeing me for so long.” This was the only way to avoid directly answering his question.

Huang Yuan said nothing more, merely observing the food Bai Chen had chosen before offering a heartfelt sigh. “Your taste, though, truly never changes.”

****

“Is that him, Boss?” From a distance, someone was intently watching the commotion. The man addressed as “Boss” raised a hand, silencing his subordinate.

Though he appeared calm on the surface, his body trembled slightly. He almost entirely covered his face with his hand, his shoulders visibly shaking.

Ignoring the subordinates who fretted over his condition, a bizarre, incredulous curve spread across his lips.

“It *is* him! It’s him. Though the person here before looked identical, I could tell it wasn’t him. But now… the aura of this person, it *is* him, King Bai! Hehe hahahaha! Long time no see, King Bai!”