The next day, Ye Wen woke up early, basking in the sunlight. She felt incredibly energized. She hadn’t been this eager to go to school since before third grade.
It was only six o’clock. I wonder if breakfast is ready? Ye Wen thought. After a quick wash, she struggled to recall how the head maid had tied her ponytail yesterday. She managed a terribly clumsy single ponytail.
“Ugh… so ugly,” Ye Wen muttered, staring at her reflection. She redid it several times. Finally, she tied an ordinary, passable ponytail. Satisfied, she nodded. “Hmm… not bad… so cute…”
Downstairs, breakfast was already on the table: warm pork floss buns, a sunny-side-up egg with runny yolk, a glass of milk, and some pastries.
A hearty breakfast.
Just then, Ye Wen’s mother came down, dressed neatly. Seeing Ye Wen eating, she said, “My good daughter, why are you up so early today?”
“Mmm… slept well…” Ye Wen mumbled, shoving a snow-white pastry into her mouth.
Ye Wen’s personal bodyguard, Wang Hui, was already waiting at the door, ready to escort her to school.
Ye Wen preferred taking the bus herself over a chauffeured car. But since there was no bus route here, she had to give up on that.
Bright sunlight bathed the earth. Walking in it, Ye Wen felt warm all over. Was it the sun’s warmth, or excitement at seeing Jin Jing?
Wenlan Academy had a special class—posture class. It was said to correct students’ posture. Others claimed it was because Wenlan was originally a girls’ school. After reforms admitted boys, this class remained.
Wenlan still kept some old-fashioned classes, seemingly as memorials.
Namely, posture class, home economics, and swimming class. Swimming was extra special, only offered in summer.
Back then, every posture class brought Ye Wen both pain and joy.
Students had to wear dance shoes, boys and girls alike. That wasn’t the worst part. The real agony was wearing pantyhose. To boys, it was girly wear. Putting it on themselves was torture.
As for joy… watching girls perform various moves, showing off their figures, was quite fun back then. Especially since Ye Wen was a leg connoisseur…
Today, Class 3, Grade 10 students faced their first high school posture class.
“Did everyone bring pantyhose and dance shoes?” homeroom teacher A Dan asked from the podium.
“Brought it~” came the soft voices of girls.
“Didn’t bring!” “Forgot!” “Screw that!” The chaotic shouts were from boys. Back then, Ye Wen was one of them.
“Those who didn’t bring, come up to get pantyhose. Bought with class funds,” A Dan said with a sly smile.
Girls without were happy. Boys grumbled endlessly.
“Life is so hard…” sighed Lao Hui.
“Big enough?” Gu Fei and Luo Liangjian asked shamelessly.
“Gotta wear girls’ clothes again…”
The complaining boys instantly erupted. All eyes focused on the speaker.
It was Feng Yulan, jokingly dubbed the class’s third beauty.
“Why stare at me…” Feng Yulan said awkwardly.
“You said you’ve worn girls’ clothes?” the boys chorused.
“Huh?” Feng Yulan played dumb.
“Don’t pretend! We all heard!” Luo Liangjian grinned lewdly.
“When can we see it?” Gu Fei added, equally lewd.
“Cut it out,” Feng Yulan said seriously, pushing away the nearest boys.
“That sounds so girly too!”
Watching the crowd around Feng Yulan, Qiu Yi stood aside, arms crossed.
“So low-class,” Qiu Yi boasted, but his eyes kept drifting to Feng Yulan, imagining him in girls’ clothes.
“What’s happening?” the girls gathered too.
Ye Wen knew what they meant. In her memory, during their first posture class, Feng Yulan had accidentally blurted out he’d worn girls’ clothes, leading to a series of mishaps…
Never thought she’d wear pantyhose as a girl herself. Just imagining sneaking into the girls’ locker room made Ye Wen drool.
Well, I just want to see Jin Jing, Ye Wen justified to herself.
“Wen, did you bring pantyhose?” Jin Jing asked, seeing Ye Wen grinning foolishly, chin in hand.
“Ahem!” Ye Wen coughed sharply, clearing her mind of increasingly lewd thoughts. “Didn’t bring…”
“I’ll lend you mine!” Jin Jing offered.
“Huh?!” Happiness struck suddenly. Wear Jin Jing’s used ones? Cough… Ye Wen felt her face heat up. “N-no… I’ll get from A Dan…”
“Huh? Those might not even be washed. Dirty! I have two extras. Don’t worry, both unused.”
“Oh… okay!” Ye Wen agreed dazedly. Jin Jing pulled two plastic bags from her backpack. Inside were neatly folded pantyhose, clearly washed, still smelling of detergent.
Ye Wen took the pantyhose. It felt scorching hot. Lewd images flashed in her mind again.
“Wenwen, what’s wrong? Your face is so red?” Lu Yu leaned in.
“Ah, nothing nothing!” Ye Wen pushed Lu Yu away, stood up. “Let’s go, class soon. To the locker room!”
Girls were eager, arriving early at the dance studio door. It wasn’t open yet.
Boys dragged their feet, strolling over only when class started.
“Wow! Jin Jing’s chest is huge!” Lu Yu exclaimed, pressing her hand on Jin Jing’s chest.
“Stop it!” Jin Jing swatted away her wandering hand.
Posture class required short sleeves, so jackets had to come off.
But that wasn’t the main point. The real issue… changing into pantyhose.
Ye Wen placed the dance shoes from A Dan by her feet. Clutching Jin Jing’s pantyhose, she felt lost.
Heaven!
Ye Wen’s nose couldn’t take it. Blood gushed from her nostrils. Dizziness hit. Her vision darkened. She lost consciousness.
In that last moment, she regretted… Damn, such a rare chance, and she had to faint?
It was heaven, yet also hell.
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