Crossdressing: I'm a man, bound to the All-Powerful Movie Queen System.

Chapter 144: 3 parts doubt, 3 parts shock, 4 parts terror!

In the toilet.

Jiang Bai quickly took off his trench coat, removed his wig, and stripped off his shameful sailor uniform and white stockings, stuffing them into his system space.

Then change into everyday clothes.

Finally, use a wet wipe to vigorously wipe off the makeup on your face.

Three minutes later.

Jiang Bai looked at himself in the mirror, now a fresh-faced young man again, and let out a long breath.

"call......."

"it's over."

"It's finally fucking over."

Just then, a system notification sounded in my mind:

[Ding! Congratulations, host, on completing the mission: Perform at the freshman crossdressing party!]

[Mission Evaluation: Perfect (The entire audience erupted in cheers, captivating both men and women)!]

[Reward: 1,000,000 RMB (after tax)!]

[Reward Skill: Intermediate Singing Ability... The host has already been detected to possess Advanced Singing Ability. The reward has been automatically changed to—[Intermediate Piano Skill Mastery]!]

"piano?"

Jiang Bai's eyes lit up.

"Wow, impressive, System! That's an elegant skill!"

"I just bought 'Fairy Tales,' so if I wear a white suit and play the piano, wouldn't I charm countless girls?"

[Ding! How are you feeling, host?] The system suddenly asked.

As Jiang Bai packed his things, he reminisced about the feeling he had just experienced on stage.

That feeling of being in control of the entire arena, with everyone cheering for you, is truly addictive.

"It feels...very good."

"Although I was so nervous before going on stage that I wanted to run away, the moment I stood under the spotlight, I felt like that stage belonged to me!"

"That feeling of being the center of attention is amazing!"

[Ding! So, the host is no longer opposed to cross-dressing?]

"Pooh!"

Jiang Bai immediately retorted, straightening his collar in front of the mirror:

"Who said I wasn't going to resist? I'm a tough guy! I can't compromise on matters of principle!"

"but......."

He looked at the handsome boy in the mirror, but the image of Jiang Baizhi, who was wearing a white silk skirt and full of energy, flashed through his mind.

A wicked smile, both perverse and smug, curled at the corner of his lips:

"hey-hey......."

"But just thinking about those bastards in the audience calling me, a grown man, 'goddess,' 'wife,' and even getting nosebleeds..."

"That feeling of being both socially awkward and having a perverse sense of humor..."

"Tense! Exciting! Thrilling!"

"This is what you call—manipulating the entire school's teachers and students like puppets!"

Jiang Bai hummed a little tune as he pushed open the door and went out.

.......

Meanwhile, over at the auditorium...

The last chorus performance has just ended, and the students are leaving the venue in an orderly manner.

They gathered in small groups, discussing the goddess who was wearing white stockings and a high school girl that night.

The night breeze was cool and felt especially comfortable on my face.

Jiang Bai walked happily down the path back to his dormitory, his hands in his pockets.

"A great harvest tonight!"

"One million in hand, I have to buy some late-night snacks to celebrate!"

Just as he was deciding whether to eat crayfish or barbecue.

"Jiang Bai?"

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

Jiang Bai paused, then turned around.

Then we saw our counselor, Lao Zhang, walking over arm in arm with his wife, his face beaming.

He had clearly just seen off the school leaders and was on his way home.

If it were half an hour ago, Jiang Bai would have been terrified to death if he had seen Lao Zhang.

But now?

Makeup removed, clothes changed, I'm Jiang Bai, a real man!

Who am I afraid of?!

Jiang Bai immediately adopted the demeanor of a well-behaved student and greeted him with a grin:

"Hello, Teacher Zhang! Hello, Teacher's wife!"

"Going home so late? You must be tired!"

When Old Zhang saw Jiang Bai, his smile widened even more:

"It's you, kid!"

"I couldn't find you backstage earlier, and I didn't have a chance to ask how your stomach was. Is your diarrhea any better?"

Jiang Bai clutched his stomach and pretended to rub it a couple of times:

"I feel much better, much better, just a little weak."

"It's okay, the performance is already over."

"Hmm, good mindset."

Old Zhang nodded with satisfaction, just about to praise his sister Jiang Baizhi for her good performance tonight.

Sudden.

Old Zhang's gaze shifted downwards.

My gaze inadvertently swept over Jiang Bai's feet.

Under the streetlights.

The white shoes on her feet were spotless, so white they seemed to glow, and even had a faint sheen.

Old Zhang was stunned for a moment.

How come these are exactly the same as the pair of shoes Jiang Baizhi is wearing?

It seems the brother and sister have similar tastes; they both like wearing these white sneakers.

White sneakers... um? ?

Old Zhang's smile suddenly froze.

In an instant, the scene on the stage replayed in his mind like a movie.

During the performance.

Apart from Jiang Baizhi, who was in the center position, wearing a sailor uniform and white sneakers.

The backup dancers behind them...

They were all dressed in black—black clothes, black pants, and black shoes!

The costumes were specially chosen for the stage effect! All black from head to toe!

Apart from Jiang Baizhi, there was absolutely no white element on the stage!

Where did Jiang Bai get those white sneakers on his feet...?

"That's not right..."

Old Zhang's brows furrowed instantly, and his eyes sharpened.

He stared at Jiang Bai's white shoes, his mind racing:

Jiang Bai said he was a backup dancer on stage...

"But the backup dancers are all wearing black shoes!"

"Jiang Baizhi, the lead dancer, was the only one wearing white sneakers!"

"If Jiang Bai just stepped down... how could he possibly be wearing white sneakers?"

"Did he change his shoes on purpose?"

"Wait, who would change their shoes for no reason..."

A huge logical flaw appeared in Lao Zhang's mind like a black hole.

Old Zhang slowly raised his head, his gaze shifting from the shoes to Jiang Bai's face.

That look in his eyes.

Three parts doubt, three parts shock, and four parts gradually forming... terror!