Chapter 27

Page Twenty-Six Red Lights Abound, Zhao Zhao’s Fate

In front of the notice board on the first floor of the teaching building, people were packed inside and out, three layers deep. Every time this happened, I couldn’t help but envy someone with a height of 1.9 meters.

The overall top scorer was indeed Yan Liuzhuan, that guy. Was he reminding everyone who looked at the board that he was proud of his grades? Is it really something to be so proud of? … It seems so, Yan Liuzhuan almost got full marks in every subject, leading the second place by nearly 20 points.

My overall ranking is… thirty-second. There’s nothing particularly outstanding about any of my subjects, nor anything I’m particularly bad at. I could almost serve as an example of “ordinary” to be written into the Xinhua Dictionary.

By the way, Tan Linhua’s ranking is eleventh. If we exclude the invincible Yan Liuzhuan, Tan Linhua would be among the top ten strongest students in the first year. He must have put in effort in other areas besides cross-dressing.

As for Zhao Zhao… he didn’t disappoint… He’s ranked eighth from the bottom in the grade. Except for physical education, he failed almost all his subjects. His summer vacation is basically doomed.

What surprised me was that there were still seven people in the first year whose grades were worse than Zhao Zhao’s. Who are these guys?

After looking at the scores on the board, Zhao Zhao fell to his knees, tears without a soul sliding down his cheeks. His eyes were lifeless.

Before he could even start enjoying his summer break, he was already sentenced to death. It’s understandable that he feels so lost.

“Chairman! I want to play basketball!” he cried pitifully as he knelt there. His plan to play basketball and flirt with girls during the summer had become a dreamlike illusion.

But I’m not Coach Anxi, and you’re not Miwa Shu. What’s the point of you crying to me?

Summer remedial classes are held in stuffy classrooms without air conditioning, where a bunch of equally stupid people gather to study together. Thinking about it, the teachers must be quite busy.

“I heard that the remedial classes for the first year are handled by the second-year seniors.”

A background character with a line suddenly said this, and I clicked my tongue. Of course, teachers wouldn’t let themselves suffer.

The bell rang for class, and we returned to the classroom. The homeroom teacher, with a black face, walked in.

He explained the things to pay attention to during the summer and specifically mentioned avoiding places where delinquents might hang out. This should be attributed to Yan Liuzhuan, whose efficiency is truly high.

Next, the teacher announced the rankings within the class. Our class had four of the bottom ten in the grade, which explains why the teacher’s face was so dark. His gaze toward Zhao Zhao was especially disdainful, possibly affecting his bonus.

Then came the main subject teachers analyzing the exam papers. The beautiful girl named “Summer Break” was about to reveal her tempting figure… Who had the heart to listen to a bunch of middle-aged men explain the questions?

It was the math teacher’s turn to explain the problems when I felt a tingling sensation in my thigh. My phone was vibrating in my pocket.

I took out my phone and saw a message from Tan Linhua: “Kai-chan, I have something to discuss with you. Can you come to the fifth-floor boys’ restroom before school ends?”

Scheduling a meeting in the boys’ restroom was worth complaining about. Couldn’t we meet somewhere normal?

“No problem,” I replied.

Unconsciously, I had gotten used to Tan Linhua calling me “Kai-chan.”

I knocked on Zhao Zhao’s desk and whispered, “Wait for me after school. The class beauty wants to talk to me.”

But there was no response. I turned around to look at Zhao Zhao, who looked like he had been covered in dust and spider webs, as if he had been dead for a long time.

Noticing my turn, his hollow eyes slowly shifted to meet mine, making me feel uneasy, as if he were a lifeless thing.

“Chairman, Zhao Zhao wants to disappear for a whole summer. Can I become Zhao Lei and take refuge at your place?”

“If you really disappear for a whole summer and come back, your mother will peel off a layer of skin from you, no, she’ll carve off a layer of flesh. Believe it or not?”

“Would I still be alive if she carved off a layer of flesh?”

“I just want to experiment to see if someone with fatal injuries can survive using a notebook. Please disappear for a while.”

“You are a devilish scientist, Katsuragi Takumi!”

“Nope! I am Shen Tanlitou!”

The chalk, flying like a gust of wind, hit the back of my head with great force. The math teacher, who looked like Mitsuhashi, glared at us from the lectern.

I wanted to shout, “Your next sentence is, ‘The end of the Masked Rider has come!'”

But I didn’t. Under his scrutinizing gaze, I was forced to sit up straight.

When Mitsuhashi’s attention shifted away from me, I pulled out my phone again and found the contact “Seven Deadly Sins · Lust.”

I edited the message: “Tan Linhua asked me to do something after school. I’ll be right back. Wait for me a little longer.” I sent it.

Zhao Zhao behind me started shaking violently, even causing the table to make noise. Was his iPhone set to discharge mode?

Zhao Zhao replied, “No problem.”

Then he added another message, “But please don’t get involved with others outside. Xiao Lei will be sad.”

…

Even though my phone doesn’t have a discharge mode, I felt a shock upon seeing the message.

It wasn’t the kind of heart-pounding electric shock one experiences in a romantic situation, but rather a deadly high-voltage shock that could stop your heart.

“Just kidding, hehe~” Another addition.

“Hehe what? Please don’t joke like that. My heart can’t handle it.”

…

At noon, school ended, and I went to the familiar fifth-floor boys’ restroom.

When I arrived, Tan Linhua was sitting on the sink playing with his nails. He was still wearing a cute pleated skirt today, and his two white thighs were swinging on the sink, quite eye-catching.

But, he’s a boy.

Ah? Has this joke worn thin?

“What’s the urgent matter?” I asked directly.

“Kai-chan, come, follow me to the art classroom and you’ll know.”

Tan Linhua led me out of the restroom mysteriously and headed to the art classroom on the same floor.

Oddly enough, our school doesn’t have an art class, yet there is a complete art classroom, as if it exists solely because “a school must have an art classroom.”

He pulled open the door of the art room, and it was surprisingly tidy. Neither the chairs nor the easels had gathered dust, indicating that someone was using it regularly, probably a club related to art.

But what does this have to do with Tan Linhua bringing me here? I couldn’t help but ask curiously, “Is there something wrong with this classroom?”

Tan Linhua searched behind the cabinet in the art classroom and pulled out a drawing board covered with a white cloth.

“Take a look,” he prompted me.

I gently lifted the cloth, revealing a charcoal sketch of a half-body portrait of a girl in a white dress. However… these features…

“Hold on, is this me?” Although there were many differences, I could recognize my outline.

“Yes, and there are more. There are many here,” Tan Linhua continued to pull out completed works from behind the cabinet. Besides sketches, there were oil paintings and colored pencils, but they all depicted “me.”

“Are all these drawings yours?” Is he showing off his results by bringing me here?

“No, no, no! How could I have such talent!” Tan Linhua waved his hands repeatedly. “These are all drawn by Yan Liuzhuan. Ever since he saw your bare face, he’s been obsessed.”

Bah, obsessed with what? Wouldn’t that make me a demon too?

I had to admit that inheriting my mother’s face did make me quite attractive, but it shouldn’t have made him go this far.

“He’s been good at painting since he was young, but recently he’s hit a bottleneck. He needs a perfect female model to help him break through. But our school has no girls, so when he saw you…”

Finish your sentence, geez.

“Wait, did you tell him about me?”

I watched the door of the art classroom warily, fearing that some disciplinary committee chairperson might stretch their arms wide and shout, “Oh! My Aphrodite! I finally found you!” and rush in.

“No way, Kai-chan, do you trust me so little?” Tan Linhua frowned.

“So what do you mean?”

“Can you find a day during the summer to pose for Yan Liuzhuan as a different person? Like wearing a dress, I can help you disguise yourself. He won’t recognize you!”

“Why go to such lengths? Is it because he knows you and me, and is using something to blackmail you?”

Chapter One: Disciplinary Committee Chair’s Coercion! The Rise of the Cross-Dresser!

“There’s no coercion. He’s not that kind of person. We’ve been classmates since elementary school, and he’s helped me a lot before.”

“Why can’t you pose for him yourself? Why drag me into this?”

“It won’t work. My face is too masculine. He never liked it anyway… Since seeing you, I have no hope.”

I stared at Tan Linhua’s somewhat disheartened face for a long time, making him uncomfortable.

“No, I don’t think you have any masculine parts at all?”

Yan Liuzhuan actually thinks such a cute “girl” looks like a man? That’s too rude! Even though he is a man…

“It’s all makeup, special effects! Please, Kai-chan, just for one day. Afterward, I’ll give you the spare key to the secret base. You can use it anytime, whether it’s to cool off with air conditioning, take a bath, sleep, or even do electrical work that’s not allowed at school.”

The使用权 of the secret base… This reward is quite tempting.

“Okay, but I won’t wear a dress. If you can accept this, I’ll pose for you.”

Not wearing a dress is my absolute bottom line.

Even if I, Chang Kai, run naked or jump from the fifth floor, I will never wear even one piece of women’s clothing! Never!

Ultimately, finding a female model in a boys’ school means the person is definitely crazy.