Chapter 97

Page Forty-Six RE·Exhibitionist

“Things are like this, I won’t be coming over this afternoon.”

Wu Qinglan shouted from the other end of the phone, “What do you mean ‘like this’? You didn’t explain anything!”

“Tsk, I’m going to help you find tomorrow’s cosplayer. Anyway, the booth setup is almost done, so you don’t really need me there, right?”

I waved my stall permit, the most important thing already secured, and had no desire to move anything else.

“Cosplayers aren’t in a rush, are they? There’s still you! In fact, you’re the best person for the job! Xiao Kai, you have the talent for cross-dressing!”

“So I won’t wear girls’ clothes, you pervert!”

I angrily hung up the call.

After taking me to the subway station, Wu Jang, dressed inappropriately, went alone to a nearby mall. Despite her petite stature, she looked fragile, making me slightly uneasy, but at least she was an adult inside and wouldn’t get into trouble.

I casually had lunch at the subway station and called Wu Qinglan again before boarding the metro to Tan Linhua’s apartment.

Speaking of which, Linhua has started to doubt the Beautiful Maiden Goddess doctrine… I need to find time to have Xiao Lei put on a show.

The sun around one or two in the afternoon was at its strongest, but thankfully, Linhua’s rented apartment was near the subway exit, sparing me from too much suffering. This high-end high-rise even had air conditioning in the hallways.

I glanced at some small ads posted in the elevator, riding all the way up to the seventh floor. The first room on the right was the one Linhua rented.

701.

After ringing the doorbell, Linhua opened the door quickly, her wet hair dripping, as if she had just showered.

She wore a light yellow chiffon vest with lace trim, which seemed a bit flashy for loungewear, while her lower half was in loose wide-legged pants, and she wore sky-blue velvet slippers.

“Oh, Wu Jang, you’re here!”

“Yeah, I came to check on your situation and also to ask for some help with something else.”

Previously a cross-dresser, but now truly a girl, her charm was even greater than when she was dressed as a girl before. Even if she were sent to a girls’ school, she would easily become the flower of the school. (Unfortunately, in terms of beauty, she still falls short of me.)

Thinking about what she said yesterday, I felt a jolt, excitement bordering on suffocation.

As long as I confessed to her again before Yan Liuzhuan does, Linhua will be willing to be my girlfriend… though it’s a girlfriend I can’t yet claim!

Compared to me, Yan Liuzhuan is more suitable for her. After all, she fell in love with him first.

Moreover, I’m not sure if I actually like her in her current state…

Just then, speaking of the devil, Yan Liuzhuan arrived even earlier than I did.

Entering Linhua’s living room, I saw Yan Liuzhuan sitting awkwardly among the stuffed toys, his face expressionless. He wore a snug white shirt and held a thick leather-bound book that looked complex.

“Old Yan?”

Seeing me come in from the entrance hall, he pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and gave a cold greeting.

“Long time no see, Chang Kai.”

“It’s not been that long, just a week.”

Come to think of it, are we rivals in love? I don’t feel it…

I pushed aside the plush toys occupying the sofa and sat next to Yan Liuzhuan, while Linhua ran to the kitchen to fetch three glasses of orange juice—freshly squeezed, with bits of pulp still visible.

I was thirsty, so I took a big sip, instantly feeling better.

“When did you arrive?”

“I just got here not long ago. She was bathing, so I waited at the door for about half an hour.”

Linhua turned her head away, looking embarrassed.

“You bathe for half an hour in broad daylight? Are you being lazy?”

“I went out to eat at noon and broke a sweat. How could I stand it?”

Thinking about it, she’s the kind of person who even installs a bathroom in her secret base at school, probably someone who bathes three times a day.

“I’ll go dry my hair. It feels uncomfortable being wet. You guys sit for a bit~”

Linhua turned and entered the bathroom, the sound of the hairdryer soon filling the air. With her long hair, it would take some time.

I felt a bit bored.

Yan Liuzhuan is the type who only speaks when necessary, so I continued to read the leather-bound book he was holding.

I glanced at the cover. *Men Without Women*.

… What kind of title is this? As a single man, I felt the sting of malice.

I had something to discuss with him. Wu Qinglan wanted the third cosplayer, and I planned to get Linhua to help. Since Yan Liuzhuan happened to be here, I decided to try for the one with a better physique.

After all, Linhua’s chest was too small and cute, and she liked playing hide-and-seek.

But I couldn’t figure out how to bring it up. We sat quietly on the sofa among the plush toys, serene and peaceful… except for the noise of the hairdryer.

“Old Yan, doesn’t Linhua look good now?”

After some thought, I broke the silence.

“She looks good, like a real person,” Yan Liuzhuan nodded affirmatively, then added seriously, “And she’s changing, striving to become better.”

Hey, what’s that supposed to mean? Did you treat her like a plaster statue before?

Yan Liuzhuan is like a piece of wood, whether it’s ironwood or an iron tree.

Those who have interacted with him, including me, consider him a rational ascetic at school, earning the nickname of an impartial judge.

But Linhua once said that beneath his rational exterior, there lies a sensitive heart, deeply hidden.

When Yan Liuzhuan transformed into Liuliu last time, I had a glimpse of his sensitive soul, catching a fleeting moment of the iron tree in bloom.

Facing him, I took out the beautiful maiden notebook from my bag and secretly wrote the character “Yan”.

“Since she’s laid down her mask, why don’t you live more truthfully, Old Yan?”

Hearing this, he closed the book with a thick thud.

“I live very truthfully, without going against my own nature.”

“Linhua likes you, you know this, right?” Surprised by my direct question, his eyes widened slightly. Seizing the moment, I continued, “How do you feel about her?”

“Don’t rush to answer.”

Just as he was about to speak, I interrupted him again, pulling out a moon quartz stone from my pocket.

“Hold this.”

“What is this stone… do you want me to turn into a woman? Why?”

He hesitated but took the stone, holding it in his hand.

I turned back and wrote the character “Liu”.

“Do you remember the last time at your place, when you used moving mirrors as an excuse to call me upstairs to warn me?”

He nodded, “Yes, you said I looked good when I smiled.”

“No, forget about that… I mean, the female version of you is much more emotional, which makes it easier to understand your feelings.”

He lowered his head, seemingly recalling his feelings at the time, a hint of confusion and uncertainty on his face.

I took the opportunity to write the final character “Zhuan”.

A white flash appeared, and golden stars burst out, hitting my face. Apparently, this transformation effect has physical form.

While his vision was obscured by the white light, I slipped the black notebook back into my bag.

Then, something else flew out of the white light, hitting me hard on the forehead. This time, it hurt.

I thought it was just another star, but the small black object didn’t disappear and rolled away.

Picking it up, I saw it was a shirt button… I had forgotten about this. Last time, it hit a button too.

The white light dissipated, revealing a white expanse of cleavage, making me swallow hard and unable to look away.

It was the second button…

Legend has it that if a girl gets the second button closest to the heart from a boy’s shirt, she can win his true heart.

Had I gotten Liuliu’s true heart?

Liuliu’s chest wasn’t large, perhaps between an orange (C cup) and Thunder Meow-Meow (D cup), but the shirt fabric was different from a T-shirt, offering no elasticity. Plus, Yan Liuzhuan tended to wear tight-fitting shirts, so a button always popped off.

The girl with the 30-70 face, removing her no-longer-needed glasses, noticed where I was looking and glanced down.

Her hands, as white as jade, moved to her chest, resting on the last surviving button, barely holding on—”Want to see? I’m quite confident about the body I have…”

Instead of hiding her sensuality, this guy’s exhibitionist tendencies were revealed!

My reason told me to stop her, but my hand remained frozen in the air—I couldn’t!

Indeed… I still wanted to see!

I wanted to see her chest!

After all, I am a healthy teenage boy.

— “That’s enough! Liuliu, stop!”