Forced to Transform: How Can a Tough Guy Be Sweet?

"Senior brother, why do you smell so good?" "Senior brother, why did your muscles become so... Strong?" Xu Jiu has only one dream in his life: to be a tough guy, a hero, and a pure man. But on this day, everything started to go astray. His physical strength is getting worse and worse, and his muscles are shrinking. When a punch is thrown out, it is no longer a punching style, but a body fragrance that makes your legs weak. After finally entering the inner gate, I thought I could be cured, but the course schedule actually said: Learn how to dance in the physical fitness class, make desserts in the alchemy class, and practice your charming eyes in the bodywork class. He collapsed on the spot: "Ancestor, are you sick? I'm here to learn how to fight!" The elder smiled and said: "If you don't complete your credits, you will be expelled from the sect." What's even worse is that there are twelve heart-shaped tattoos on his lower abdomen, one of which lights up randomly every time he uses Yin Qi. Either it grew wings on the spot, or it opened its mouth and gasped. The most outrageous one was that he directly summoned a moaning monster, lay on his shoulder and shouted to the enemy "Don't bully him". With no other options left, he went to the Demon Cult to work undercover, but was chased around the world by the Saint. "Saint, please spare me, I am really not a woman!" "Stop pretending, you look better than me!" Later, things completely went off the rails. He was inexplicably pushed onto the throne. People in the whole palace knelt down and shouted "Her Majesty the Queen". A giant portrait of him with white hair and red eyes hung on the wall. Xu Jiu buried his face in his hands and let out a mournful cry: "How blind are you?" At night, the little devil in the corner is secretly moving back his push-up counting cards. He didn't even raise his head: "Don't think I didn't see it." Three hundred, not one less. As for the rest... They are all misunderstandings... Probably...