Lin Li and Wang Ze stared at each other in silence, Lin Li raised his chin.
The utterly disheartened Wang Ze didn't care what Lin Li wanted to do anymore, he just looked at Lin Li lifelessly, waiting for his next words.
However, Lin Li remained silent but used his eyes to urge Wang Ze to speak.
"What's up? Why aren't you talking?" Wang Ze, sowhat bewildered, asked.
Only then did Lin Li let out a long breath, patting Wang Ze on the shoulder: "Waiting for you to speak."
"Why?" Wang Ze was puzzled.
"Because there's a saying, 'speak the ugly words first,' so you must start the conversation. I'm handso, handso words can only be said later." Lin Li smiled warmly, explaining in detail.
Wang Ze: "..."
Your mom.
"What the hell, chasing after to kill? Is this live street fighting? I'm out!"
Wang Ze dejectedly took off all his upper clothes.
Lin Li quickly backed away, fearing Wang Ze was planning on engaging in so odd confrontation.
No, Oni-chan, don't do that kind of thing.
"Let's go, go to the next room, maybe my aesthetic has so problems. Lin Li, help pick out so clothes, Pri Minister, please, I'm willing to do anything."
Wang Ze pulled Lin Li towards the next room.
"Alright."
Having nothing better to do, Lin Li nodded and followed.
"Wang Ze, first tell what style you plan on going for?"
Seeing Wang Ze pull out a pile of clothes from the wardrobe and throw them on the bed, Lin Li went up and started picking through them while raising his head with distaste to ask.
This pile of clothing, not belonging to school uniforms, appeared abundant, especially rare at Nansang Middle School, where uniforms were required daily.
However, in reality, there were very few proper choices.
Because most of them were clothes Wang Ze usually wore during training, and there's no way to pair them well when going out.
"Of course it's got to be masculine, I think that's my strong point, playing to my strengths."
Wang Ze was persistent in his admiration of sleeveless vests, then suddenly glared: "——Lin Li, where the hell are you staring?"
This guy now is staring like a pervert.
"Playing to your strengths, wearing pants so securely, makes sense." Lin Li nodded after staring a bit longer.
Wang Ze: "?"
Before Wang Ze could retort, Lin Li stood up, not looking at the clothes on the bed:
"Masculine style, got it, I'll go ask Qu Wanqiu if she has any extra clothes, bring you so over, as long as they're oversized, you should fit into them."
Wang Ze: "(;☉_☉)?"
"What? Why borrow clothes from Qu Wanqiu?" Wang Ze was confused.
"For you to wear." Lin Li calmly looked up and answered.
His eyes seed puzzled, as if wondering how Wang Ze could ask a question so obvious it was written on his face.
"...Lin...Li..., I want masculinity, masculine!" Wang Ze emphasized through gritted teeth.
"I know."
"Co on, Pri Minister, tell Ze that wearing girls' clothes has sothing to do with masculinity!" Wang Ze, extrely irritated, laughed instead.
"Naive, Ze, cross-dressing as a young man is sothing only a man can do, so doesn't that make it an extrely masculine act?"
"Let ask you, can a girl be a young boy from the Southern Liang?"
"Also, it's well known that n hold up half the sky, and won too hold up half the sky, so it follows that a cross-dresser can hold up the whole sky.
Look, Wang Ze, think about it; this is the entire sky! When the ti cos, in front of Senior Sister Qian, you stand tall, Ei yo man! I can't even imagine how strong the love hearts in her eyes would be when witnessing this scene."
Lin Li got so caught up in saying this that he was all in, chatting on and on fervently.
Even though history tells Lin Li the fate of the Southern Liang was the Northern Dynasty, that's not important.
Right in front of him was Wang Ze, would he be afraid?
As for the seemingly fearless Wang Ze in Lin Li's eyes, he quietly moved to the corner, took out his strength training rod, and slowly approached Lin Li.
Sensing the danger, Lin Li got up and ran.
"Lin! Li! Why the hell don't you suggest I castrate myself in front of Senior Sister, according to your theory, wouldn't that be very masculine too?" Wang Ze chased with red eyes.
"You can be taught! Let ask Qu Wanqiu's dorm if they have any sharper knives, so it hurts less when you do it, and you can cut gracefully.
Then when you wear the dress as an eunuch, your masculinity will explode, and I'm sure, Wang Ze, your confession might end up on Xiling's news headlines tomorrow."
Hearing Wang Ze's further extrapolation, Lin Li was comforted and comnted as he ran, looking back.
"It's just making it to the news, little things don't require confessions, Lin Li!" Wang Ze laughed grimly, shaking his head, "I just need to kill you, and I'll certainly make the news tomorrow!"
Wang Ze really enjoyed the lyrics from Wang Fei's "Those Fleeting Years."
If we can't see each other again with red eyes, can we still blush——If you want not to have red eyes, then make blush!
...
Lin Li watched a 15-second ad to revive, and returned to the dorm with Wang Ze.
Actually, Wang Ze couldn't catch up with him, but letting people vent was necessary.
"Seriously, Ze, with these few clothes, there's no way you can match the macho style you want; give up."
Becoming slightly more serious, Lin Li pointed to the clothes on the bed and shook his head:
"Moreover, masculinity isn't sothing that should be shown through clothes, it's better to demonstrate through your actions.
For example, if sothing happens suddenly around you, you imdiately protect Senior Sister in front of you, or if she can't open a bottle, you take it, and then find you can't open it either, and whimper..."
"Makes sense." Knowing Lin Li was speaking sarcastically, Wang Ze, understanding the context, couldn't be bothered to argue, but instead nodded, "If I don't go for that, how should I match it?"
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