Chapter 308 You Look So Good Today

“You look so good,” the girl helping with her makeup exclaimed. “Do… do I?” She looked at the beautiful face in the mirror, her shoulders unconsciously shrugging slightly.

Chen Yunyun’s face completely mismatched her current personality.

Her looks were the type of lively ‘white moonlight’ that all boys would like, with a pair of foxy eyes that could playfully see through seven or eight desks.

A smile from her was inherently captivating.

She was the type of girl who would lean on your desk, her soft, fluffy hair falling down, like spring willows gradually covering the entire desk.

“I just saw you spacing out. Are you in a bad mood?”

Her alluring eyes transformed into something more precious than extinct artifacts; a single sentence could penetrate the entire youth of an ordinary high school boy.

The girl looked at Chen Yunyun; the young woman was still cheerful, but much quieter and more demure than before. It was as if she had more on her mind, like she had entered puberty overnight.

There were changes, but not many.

“Why are you so unconfident all of a sudden?” The girl clapped Chen Yunyun on the back, then tentatively asked, “Don’t tell me… you’re in love?”

“No,” Chen Yunyun sighed softly.

She wanted to be, but there was no opportunity.

If the other person was taken by another girl, at least it would mean they had a need for romance. But the reality was, the other person currently didn’t seem to have that intention.

The girl thought it over carefully, then deliberated.

“Stealing someone else’s boyfriend isn’t moral, but if you tell me everything, then I’ll pretend I didn’t say anything and support you wholeheartedly.”

Chen Yunyun broke into a cold sweat and shook her head again.

“What are you talking about? It’s not what you think.”

“Oh, I know,” the girl once again unleashed her wild imagination, brainstorming. “It’s a gay guy, isn’t it? That’s tough.”

“Be careful not to end up with nothing, like a ‘tongqi’ (wife of a gay man).”

Chen Yunyun couldn’t hold back a laugh and turned to look at her friend who was doing her makeup.

“None of that. It’s very normal.”

“Then what is it?” The girl was confused.

Is the gender an Apache helicopter, a Walmart shopping bag, or Six God Florida Water?

With a thud, the half-open dorm room door was pushed open.

“Yunyun!!” Wang Yuhe burst in, excitedly leaning close to her and offering her face. “Do I smell good?”

“Mmm, yes, you do,” she smelled a hint of Dabao.

Wang Yuhe also had light makeup on, making her originally cute and pretty face even more delicate.

“Guess where I put the Dabao?”

“Behind your ears?”

“How did you know that?” Wang Yuhe was utterly shocked, her eyes wide and round. Then she asked, “Do you want some too?”

Chen Yunyun originally wanted to refuse, as it was almost time. After all, they needed to head to the classroom to move chairs soon, or they’d miss roll call.

The coming-of-age ceremony began with the classic leader’s speech.

But the words on her lips naturally turned into a “yes.”

It wasn’t that she particularly liked to humor Wang Yuhe; she just felt that applying a little wouldn’t hurt. Subconsciously, she thought that perhaps someone might be curious about this scent.

“Great! I’ll help you put it on!” Wang Yuhe immediately became excited.

“Is it starting?”

“The broadcast has already sounded; it should be time to move the chairs.” Chen Yunyun hurried, taking Wang Yuhe with her in a quick run.

People upstairs had already started moving chairs down. Fortunately, they were moving by floor. When the two girls went upstairs, the third floor and above hadn’t moved yet, which made them sigh in relief.

Both girls had jackets draped over them, and they slowed their pace, hugging the stairs as they went up.

Nine o’clock, sunlight scattered through the stairwell.

It was another clear day.

In the classroom.

When Zhou Yuting entered the classroom wearing a qipao, the people in the classroom first paused. Then, the whole room erupted, with both boys and girls seemingly shouting.

“Holy crap!! A qipao!”

“It really looks good!”

She was inherently suited to wear a qipao; her figure was slender, and she had a pair of classical almond-shaped eyes. Her pupils were dark and bright, and when she looked at people, her eyes shimmered.

Jiang Nian was tricked by a swindler this way back then.

For boys, makeup is just skin; eyes are the core equipment. The definition of good-looking is very vague, but it usually includes a description of the eyes.

Yu Zhiyi was wearing a dress. She hesitated for a moment, then also unbuttoned it, immediately causing a sensation far greater than Zhou Yuting’s, as if she were a celestial being.

Cuteness is worthless in the face of sexiness.

Her heavy bodice seemed as if it would break free at any moment. Her waist was slender enough to grasp with one hand, and the skirt gathered at her hips, creating a voluptuous curve.

Her buttocks were like a jade plate in mid-autumn, making it impossible to look away.

The boys, on the other hand, became serious, not wanting to look but also not wanting to explicitly mention the word “sexy.” Suddenly, they started joking with friends, becoming completely self-conscious.

“Damn, those clothes look really good.”

“Yeah, yeah, like someone who’s already working.”

“Look over there.”

“What?”

The boy seized the opportunity, directly grabbed his friend’s neck, and slammed him onto the desk. His friend was bewildered until he saw Yu Zhiyi passing by in his inverted world.

His heart suddenly jumped, thinking, “Damn you!”

Yu Zhiyi didn’t divert her attention to the boys; instead, she looked towards the sixth group. Glancing over, Wu Jun didn’t react, and Jiang Nian was doing problems.

She could guess the former’s reaction and wasn’t too concerned.

The latter’s reaction, however, made her a little unable to hold back. It wasn’t intentional seduction; it was more like the tacit understanding of playing a game, only to find her partner was leveling up.

He didn’t even look when she changed her skin; he was focused on leveling up.

“Dude, you…” Actually, Yu Zhiyi already knew what clothes Jiang Nian and the others were wearing today. Li Hua, that attention-seeker, couldn’t wait to stand on the podium and display his trench coat 360 degrees… it wasn’t to her aesthetic taste; she even found it a bit chuunibyou.

Many people in the class had changed clothes; most boys wore small suits. Girls tended to choose dresses, of all styles.

The weather was actually a bit cold, but today was a clear day. If the activity was delayed until after 10:30 AM, on the sun-drenched playground,

wearing a skirt would be fine.

As long as one didn’t stay in the shade for too long and remained in direct sunlight.

Perhaps it wasn’t time yet; the class was already getting restless, and someone had started moving chairs. Jiang Nian still hadn’t changed clothes and was still bent over his desk, writing problems.

Yu Zhiyi glanced at Zhang Ningzhi, her gaze sweeping across her face. A sense of frustration immediately arose, and she silently shifted her gaze. People really couldn’t be compared.

However, she was inherently a very confident person, and she soon put the small setback behind her.

Beauty itself isn’t just one standard.

As she thought this, she heard a gasp from the doorway. Before she could turn around, a wave of voices came from outside the classroom: “Class monitor looks so pretty in that!”

“Class monitor is so pretty!”

“Isn’t that obvious? I’m going to look too.”

“What kind of skirt is that?”

“A horse-face skirt, this is a kind of… Wait, why is Cai Xiang also wearing this?”

Yu Zhiyi looked towards the door. In fact, it wasn’t just Cai Xiaoqing. The person at the front was Nie Qiqi, who, wearing a horse-face skirt, pushed away the boy at the door: “Don’t block this grandma’s way!”

“Where did this middle schooler come from?”

“Get lost!”

Nie Qiqi was very domineering, forcefully clearing a path, showing a bit of heroic spirit. However, once Cai Xiaoqing and Li Qingrong appeared behind her, she seemed like a fox borrowing a tiger’s might.

Cai Xiaoqing was a bit helpless, pretending not to know Nie Qiqi, and walked onto the podium.

“For the coming-of-age ceremony, we need to move chairs down to the playground for a meeting. The people on the third floor haven’t finished leaving yet. Everyone, please be patient. Girls, remember to bring a jacket down.”

“Disciplinary Committee, it’s sunny outside, why do we need to bring a jacket?”

“Our class’s assembly spot, the front part, probably won’t get sun,” Cai Xiaoqing explained helplessly. “Boys’ spots are further back, so you can also bring one.”

Most people weren’t listening to Cai Xiaoqing; their eyes were fixed on the classroom doorway.

Li Qingrong stood there against the sunlight, her high ponytail thick and delicate. Her face was as white as snow under the eaves, white above and black below, her temperament even more ethereal and otherworldly.

Several boys in the class were stunned, their minds somewhat dazed.

Jiang Nian also looked up, a smile appearing on his face.

The sixth test paper was finished; he was about to start the seventh! “Night’s Seventh Chapter,” he’d borrow headphones later and listen to this song during the leader’s speech.

In his joy, he glanced at Zhang Ningzhi and found her also doing problems. Her ancient-style skirt swayed beneath her down jacket, like a warm-toned Confucian dress.

They had agreed in the hallway that she would let him see it in the classroom.

But when they got to the classroom, Zhang Ningzhi suddenly went back on her word. Shyly wrapped in her clothes, even though it was just a skirt, she stubbornly refused to let him see it.

She insisted that the action was too lewd and that she would let him see it when they went downstairs later.

So, Jiang Nian could only resort to touching.

Amidst their playful banter, he secretly felt the fabric. He had to admit, the clothes felt quite soft.

He heard the sounds from the doorway and curiously turned to look. His gaze passed through tiny dust motes, meeting Li Qingrong’s eyes precisely.

Jiang Nian had already seen the class monitor’s outfit.

SVIP, direct early access.

But seeing it on the phone was stunning, and seeing it in reality was another layer of stunning. Cold and pure like jade, yet with an added layer of spiritual liveliness, indescribable.

Before he could savor it, the big one arrived.

“Morning!”

Yang Qiming appeared at the classroom door, bringing with him a chorus of gasps and “holy crap”s from the boys in the hallway, as well as dragging along a small monster, Huang Cailang.

The girls in the class were bewildered, the boys paused for a second, then immediately started repeating “holy crap, holy crap!” One by one, they rushed forward, jostling to get closer. Jiang Nian was no exception, running over to watch as if he had found a treasure.

“Holy crap, holy crap!!”

Li Hua, who had been disdainful yesterday, now ran to Yang Qiming, begging.

“Bro, let me wear it when you’re done.”

The crowd wasn’t just from Class 3; there were also people from the adjacent Class 2. There was no longer any class boundary; they simply rushed into the Class 3 classroom.

“Damn, is it that awesome?”

“Ridiculous, I should’ve worn my Emperor Armor.”

“You actually have one?”

“Ah, my dad bought it.”

Jiang Nian was squeezed to the side by the crowd, and he stumbled outwards. He ended up prostrate in front of the podium, finding himself infinitely close to Li Qingrong.

She didn’t move away, her eyes calmly looking at Jiang Nian, as if waiting for something.

Jiang Nian immediately reacted, smiling at her and complimenting her.

“You look really good today.”

Upon hearing this, Li Qingrong nodded.

“Mhm.”