The Heroine of an Aristocratic Boys' School Novel, But a Male - Chapter 1

System 521 looked at the girl with infatuation.

The girl, who had been abducted by the system, lay on a huge bed capable of accommodating ten people, her entire body sinking deep into the soft mattress.

Dressed in silk pajamas, she looked as though she had drifted into a lengthy dream.

The girl was born with natural cherry-pink long hair. Her skin was fair, and an aura of pampered nobility radiated from head to toe.

Her completely non-threatening facial features, paired with upward-slanted eyebrows, gave her an extra touch of heroic spirit.

521 was extremely satisfied with this host.

As a system, it naturally needed to bind with a host to carry out missions, just like millions of other systems.

The destination for 521’s mission this time was a campus sweet romance novel.

It needed a beautiful girl who could play a fierce, tsundere heroine and dress in male disguise according to the plot to serve as its host.

Based purely on her appearance, the host it found this time fit its requirements perfectly.

Perhaps sensing 521’s anticipation, the “girl’s” eyelashes fluttered like feathers.

“She” slowly opened “her” eyes.

The instant “she” woke up, a brief flash of bewilderment appeared on “her” face, which instantly transformed into vigilance and indifference.

The “girl” slightly parted “her” lips, but ultimately didn’t ask the classic question: “Where is this?”

“She” simply pressed “her” lips together, maintaining a reserved, composed, and unruffled silence.

The atmosphere was so eerie that it lowered the temperature inside the room by a few degrees.

The chosen host wasn’t talking, but 521 had a whole list of things to say.

[Welcome, Host!]

521 couldn’t hide the excitement in its tone, its voice trembling.

The awakened host was even more beautiful than when she was asleep.

A pair of light pink and blue heterochromatic eyes, with the outer corners of her round eyes upturned, making her look like a pampered, high-bred cat.

The host would definitely be able to play the role of the spoiled young miss to perfection, complete the entire book’s plot, and win its rewards!

[I am System 521. I hope you will cooperate with me in carrying out the mission.]

The system deliberately put on a serious front, hoping to attract Wen Ying’s attention.

Upon hearing its voice, Wen Ying’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.

He still didn’t speak, and his facial expression grew even colder.

Seeing that he remained silent, the system softly reminded him, eager to continue the bonding process.

[Host.]

“Who are you?”

Wen Ying finally spoke, producing a clean voice poised right between that of a boy and a young man.

His trailing tone was very light, carrying an easily perceptible arrogance.

The system froze.

Sure enough, the host’s voice sounded wonderful too. Wait.

This was a male voice.

A male.

Such a gorgeous host turned out to be a male?!

[Host, how come you are a man?!]

The system stammered.

Hit by a bucket of cold water, it was finally forced to notice Wen Ying’s Adam’s apple, as well as his physique, which was taller than that of most women.

The reason his frame was large was because this was a man so strikingly handsome he blurred the line between the sexes.

But how was a man supposed to follow the heroine’s script?

521 was completely dumbfounded.

Wen Ying’s brow tightened, and he let out an imperceptible, light hum.

Right before falling asleep, he had been safe and sound inside the Imperial Star Palace. When he woke up, he had inexplicably changed locations, and a strange technological creation was talking to him.

Now, he couldn’t get in touch with his intelligence housekeeper, “Gentleman,” who had been with him for eighteen years. Listening to the system’s nonsensical questions, Wen Ying, still carrying some morning sleepiness, was extremely irritated.

His vision was still blurry. Wen Ying pressed his temples, the muscles in his back gradually tightening.

“How much money do you people want?”

He brought his hands together and looked down at the system from a position of superiority.

As the youngest son of the Star Emperor, he had suffered countless kidnappings since childhood and was long used to such occurrences.

He held no real political power, so ordinary kidnappers only ever wanted money or to make a statement.

[Money? I don’t want money!]

Recovering its wits, the system hurriedly explained.

[I don’t want to kidnap you; I just want to ask you to complete a mission with me.]

It didn’t have time to delve into Wen Ying’s attitude, merely repeating its script with a numb mind, frantically self-hypnotizing.

Forget it. Since it had already grabbed the wrong person, it would just have to make do.

After all, this book was serialized on the Green Water Literature City, a sheer 18-restricted literature site where anything below the neck was not allowed to be broadcasted.

Without taking off the pants, who would know Wen Ying was a man?

Who said a cute girl with a y-chromosome couldn’t still be a cute girl!

Wen Ying only found this inexplicable.

Abducting him from his sleep and dragging him to an unfamiliar place without explanation, if that wasn’t kidnapping, what was it?

If he couldn’t extract any information, the best choice when facing kidnappers was silence.

He remained silent, refusing to look directly at the system floating in mid-air anymore.

[Host, um, the mission.]

The system had a massive headache.

It had seen hosts who panicked and cried, wanting to go home to find their mothers; it had seen hosts who banged their heads against the floor wishing to restart and go back; and it had seen hosts who tried to violently destroy the system.

It had just never seen this kind of calm, tight-lipped clam.

It wanted to say something else, but an ominous sensation of electric current struck straight through the system’s body.

Oh no!

The built-in security alarm went off with a series of beeps. Another, higher-level technological creation was currently invading it.

Its data code was forcefully scrambled, and in a split second, 521 lost all ability to resist, drooping listlessly as it dropped onto the bedsheet with smoke rising straight from its antenna.

Hearing the sound of the machinery breaking down, the boy who had just been as quiet as a doll finally raised his head and shifted away in disgust.

He spoke slowly, his tone lazy yet laced with dissatisfaction.

“Gentleman, you’re late.”

[I apologize, my dear little Highness.]

A chuckle mixed with mechanical static drifted out.

[We were forcibly dragged into a different spatial dimension by it. Rebooting myself took some time, but please rest assured, you are safe now.]

Oh no!

521 turned completely ice-cold, blinking its bead-like eyes in terror as it looked at Wen Ying.

When capturing the host, it had only focused on the host’s beauty and completely forgot to check the host’s family background and assets.

Wen Ying wasn’t afraid of it because this teenager came from a high-tech world millions of years in the future and naturally carried a housekeeper AI that was far more advanced than the system.

The handsome youth blinked his rare heterochromatic eyes, looking at the wailing and screeching system as if it were a complete idiot.

“Is it the only kidnapper?”

[Yes. How does the little Highness wish to deal with him?]

“Gentleman” was respectful and obedient.

Wen Ying raised his hand and gave a gentle wave.

“As you like. Looking at it gives me a headache.”

Although “Gentleman” was a chatterbox, it always handled things in a way that set his mind at ease.

Compared to this kidnapper, he was much more concerned with where he currently was.

[Understood. I will analyze its data right away and strip it from your consciousness.]

The intelligent housekeeper moved swiftly and decisively. System 521 was instantly muted, and its manifested physical form shattered into pieces, disappearing into mid-air.

As the system was stripped away, Wen Ying’s vision gradually cleared.

He finally saw clearly where he was. This was a bedroom even larger than his bedchamber in the Star Palace.

The entire room was decked out in pink colors, with a rose-red grumpy plush rabbit placed at the head of the bed, and light pink floral throw pillows beside him.

The cushion beneath him was so soft it gave him goosebumps. Taking advantage of the fact that “Gentleman” was still dealing with the system, Wen Ying slowly climbed up.

Leaning against the pink-and-white bedside table, the moment his bare feet touched the floor, he shivered all over from the cold.

The outside temperature was just right; it was his own body temperature that was too high.

[Your Highness, please be careful not to catch a cold. The shoe cabinet is to your right.]

“Gentleman” chimed in with a timely reminder.

Wen Ying’s head was still throbbing faintly, and he maintained his unmoving posture.

“What on earth is going on?”

“Gentleman” paused for a moment.

[It’s a long story, but it can also be very short. Would the little Highness like to hear the long version or…]

“Give me the short version.”

Wen Ying cut off its habitual rambling.

[Before stripping away the foreign tech product, I took over the data stored in its memory.]

“Gentleman” spoke unhurriedly.

[The data stored within shows that it used special methods to bring you away from our plane, hoping to assist it in completing a mission: playing the heroine of this world and walking through the plot.]

Wen Ying fell silent for three seconds.

“Did you catch a virus?”

He asked through clenched teeth.

Dragging him to play a female protagonist in another world, this was even more absurd than kidnapping.

[I did not. You know I am a professional housekeeper and generally do not contract viruses.]

“Gentleman” replied earnestly, its tone carrying clear disdain for 521.

[Its program was written that way. It’s because the civilization that manufactured it had subpar technological standards that it mistook you for someone suitable to play the heroine, what it called a host.]

[More specific information requires further decryption on my part. For now, the place where you are staying should be the heroine’s boudoir.]

“Since it’s someone else’s residence, shouldn’t I go out?”

This time, Wen Ying fell silent for five seconds.

His good upbringing made it impossible for him to casually go rummaging around in someone else’s room.

Yet he had nowhere else to go.

[There is no need. According to my analysis, the world you are currently in is simply a book.]

[You are already the female protagonist, and this room is your property.]

“Gentleman” reminded him considerately.

[You may go to sleep first. After all, you have been suffering from severe insomnia lately, and your sleep quality has been poor.]

He was not the heroine!

Wen Ying held back his breath, let out a cold snort, and ignored “Gentleman’s” suggestion.

This place was far too bizarre; he absolutely could not just close his eyes and sit waiting for death.

His body temperature finally returning to normal, Wen Ying found a vanity mirror on the desk and carefully examined his outfit.

Fortunately, his face was still his original face, and his height hadn’t shrunk either; he had simply inexplicably changed clothes.

The pure cotton women’s pajama dress came with a cat one-piece sleep hood, embroidered with little strawberries along the hem, looking extremely cute.

If only it wasn’t being worn by him.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Ying put down the mirror and walked straight toward the large wardrobe located in the corner.

He had often been teased by bored citizens for looking somewhat like a girl, but he had never worn women’s clothing before.

First of all, he needs to find a suitable outfit.

Click.

The moment he pulled open the wardrobe, Wen Ying froze in place.

The moment the wardrobe opened, it was like a wound-up music box; the sound of a harp plinking away unexpectedly drifted out from inside.

The closet was packed full of clothes, yet every single one of them was a pink and tender princess dress.

The skirts were as fluffy as clouds, dotted with scattered faux diamonds, and adorned with gauze butterfly bows at the chest.

The moment the wardrobe was opened, the overly heavy princess dresses wobbled precariously, almost burying Wen Ying underneath them.

“Cough, cough, cough.”

The overwhelming scent of strawberry perfume made Wen Ying nearly suffocated. He laboriously extricated himself from the mess, his gaze sweeping rapidly across the wardrobe without finding a single piece of everyday clothing or trousers.

Not even everyday women’s clothes!

Rather than wearing an obviously ill-fitting princess dress, he might as well continue wearing his pajamas.

With a loud bang, Wen Ying slammed the wardrobe shut, lowered his head to glance at the out-of-season, fluffy, bristly cat slippers he had just put on, and felt the body temperature that had just dropped shoot right back up again.

This magical world.

He needed to find a place to wash his face and calm down.

The bedroom connected to the bathroom. Wen Ying fled toward it, pressing down on the diamond-encrusted handle of the bathroom door.

Click.

The bathroom door opened.

A bathroom was a bathroom anywhere; surely the toilet wouldn’t also be…

Wait, the bathroom was abnormal too.

Wen Ying’s footsteps froze.

In the extremely luxurious bathroom, the most eye-catching feature right in the middle was a large bathtub capable of holding two people, which was unexpectedly filled with hot water floating with rose petals.

Where on earth did fresh rose petals come from anyway?!

The toilet that should be present in a normal washroom had vanished without a trace. Next to the vanity table, there was no faucet, only a pile of sparkling cosmetics.

It was as if the female protagonist didn’t need to use the restroom, nor did she need to wash her hands; she only needed to dress herself up prettily and take nice, fragrant baths.

Wen Ying:

He was losing his mind. Everything was insane.

He must be dreaming.

[Apologies for keeping the little Highness waiting, data analysis complete.]

“Gentleman’s” solemn voice acted like a straw for a drowning man, pulling Wen Ying’s chaotic thoughts back to reality.

Yet, within reality lay an even deeper despair.

[I have found the source of this plane. It is an online romance literature work.]

“Gentleman” read out the decoded message in a dry tone.

[This world was born in reliance upon that work. The author is a fifteen-year-old female student.]

[As for this young lady’s pen name, I find it somewhat difficult to comprehend; perhaps there is some profound meaning behind it.]

“Gentleman” translated stiffly.

[It is called Xixi Baby, parenthesis, temporary break for middle school entrance exams, close parenthesis.]

Wen Ying turned around and rigidly closed the bathroom door.

What was meant by a temporary break for middle school entrance exams?

A pen name usually conveyed some information, but neither “Gentleman” nor he could understand the meaning behind this name.

“Since it’s a book, what is the title?”

He felt as though his voice didn’t belong to him as it trembled slightly.

To a book, the most important thing was its title.

[Actually, the title has no real significance; the little Highness need not know.]

“Gentleman” advised tactfully.

“Tell me.”

Wen Ying was still stubbornly digging through the lower layers of the wardrobe, attempting to find something wearable.

[As you command.]

“Gentleman’s” mechanical voice revealed awkwardness and helplessness.

[Um, it is called…]

[The Demonic Master’s Dressed-Up Little Tyrant Wife.]

Whoosh.

The princess dresses that hadn’t tumbled down earlier fell like an avalanche, showering Wen Ying in a storm of faux diamonds.

With a head full of messy hair, he parted the skirts, shook off the bows clinging to his shoulders, and slowly stood up.

“If the demonic master is the male lead…”

Wen Ying asked word by word, his voice growing fainter and fainter.

“Then what on earth am I?”