416. So, Where’s the Promised Dress-Up? 【36/99】
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The sports meet wrapped up quickly.
Lin Nan snagged the women’s 400-meter championship, scoring a prize—it was only a hundred bucks and a certificate that you could find anywhere, so let’s be real, it was more like a pity gift.
Chen Yao, on the other hand, didn’t snag any championships in three events. Although he had decent athletic skills, he hadn’t trained, and compared to the school legends who competed at regional and state levels, he stood no chance.
But there was a silver lining—Tu Junhui had promised to wear women’s clothes!
Just the thought of putting Tu Junhui in a dress made Lin Nan’s lips curl into a grin.
After the sports meet, life fell back into a routine of school to rental apartment and back again. Lin Nan thought this existence was pretty boring, but hey, stability was at least something.
For someone who had journeyed from boy to girl, stability felt like more than enough.
Finally, three days passed.
One night, Tu Junhui knocked on the door of Lin Nan’s place, wearing a mopey expression.
Beside him was Xiong Da, who looked like he was just there for the fun—stoic on the outside, but clearly eager to see the madness unfold.
“What’s the big deal about dressing up? You all act like it’s Christmas!” Tu Junhui huffed, arms crossed, impatiently waiting for Lin Nan to open the door. “You all must be weirdos for getting so excited about seeing a chubby guy in a dress!”
Xiong Da looked down at his cards, smirking as he replied, “I think it’s a bit more twisted when a guy dresses up.”
The door cracked open, and Lin Nan peeked through. After assessing the situation, she fully opened the door.
This door didn’t have a peephole, making things a bit inconvenient.
Tu Junhui barged in without a second thought, scanning the room like he owned the place. “Where’s Chen Yao?”
“He ran off to play ball after school; I’ll ping him on QQ to come back.” Lin Nan plopped two bottles of water on the coffee table while swinging a mop against the wall. “Take your shoes off when you come in! Don’t mess up my floor; I’ve only mopped half of it!”
“When I was here last time, there was no shoe policy!” Tu Junhui grumbled, slipping off his shoes and slumping onto the sofa in socks.
He crossed his legs, attempting to act casual, but his heart was racing like crazy.
Xiong Da plopped down next to him, stealing glances at Tu Junhui’s slightly flushed cheeks and his larger-than-life demeanor—the urge to laugh was almost unbearable, but he held it back.
“So we’re just here for a bottle of water?” Tu Junhui picked up a water bottle and took a couple of sips, trying to mask his nerves with hydration.
Lin Nan couldn’t care less, still focused on mopping with little regard for her guest’s anxiety.
Before long, Tu Junhui downed a whole bottle yet remained wound up, his legs jittering like he was on a caffeine high.
He was waiting for Lin Nan to say something, but she was obsessed with cleaning and paid him no mind.
The waiting was torturous. He knew that whether he stuck his neck out or laid low, it would end badly; yet it felt like time dripped by like molasses.
Wriggling and fidgeting on the couch, he made futile comments about the shabby rental apartment, but no amount of distraction seemed to ease the tension. Within minutes, beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
“By the way, are you going for fabulous or just slapping something on?” Lin Nan abruptly halted her mopping and lifted her head, a sly smile dancing on her lips.
“Either is fine.”
“I think you should go for fabulous,” Lin Nan grinned mischievously, “after all, someone mentioned that they’d be wearing it out shopping!”
Tu Junhui froze. “Who said I’d do that?”
Xiong Da chimed in like a secondhand parrot, mimicking Tu Junhui’s earlier bravado, “It’s just dressing up! I’d totally wear a dress on the street! In class!”
“You said that just a few days ago; not a word was different,” Xiong Da pointed out, pausing to add, “Chen Yao is probably planning to film your dress-up epic. You might even blow up on Bilibili!”
Chen Yao had originally been a gaming video UPmaster, but it seemed he’d soon pivot to women’s dress-up videos.
His gaming videos barely broke even with a few tens of thousands of views, but Lin Nan’s maid outfit had smashed the million views mark. Normally, her cousin Lin Qi also brought in fame; now it seemed Tu Junhui was the next in line.
Just as Chen Yao was mentioned, he burst in through the door, keys jingling, and all smiles. “Sorry for being late! I borrowed a camcorder from a friend while I was out.”
Tu Junhui’s face went pale. “You can’t be serious!?”
“It’s your first time; we need to document this! Years later, you can look back at your glory days on Bilibili! How great is that?” Chen Yao leaned against the doorframe fiddling with the borrowed camera, adding fuel to the fire of Tu Junhui’s anxiety. “Think about it—this first time isn’t something just anyone gets to do. A few years down the line, blowing this story out of proportion will be a blast!”
“More like you all will drag it out to mock me in a few years…”
He pretended not to hear, fully switched on the camera, and started clicking away at Tu Junhui, planning to make a long video for editing later.
Tu Junhui didn’t bother resisting—after all, a brag was a brag; might as well commit to it.
Lin Nan finally finished cleaning. She tucked the mop on the windowsill and brought out two packages from the bedroom, plopping them on the coffee table.
Her excitement was palpable, her cheeks flushed as she stared immovably at Tu Junhui.
You had to hand it to her—everyone’s performance in women’s clothes was unique.
Cousin Lin Qi had initially protested against dress-up but accepted it surprisingly fast once he wore it. Tu Junhui, however, seemed less resistant, mostly just feeling a bit of shame.
It was downright hilarious to see a chubby guy’s shy face.
No wonder so many people were into this dress-up stuff!
“Here’s your outfit, this is a wig, and this is Chen Yao’s razor—make sure to shave the arm and leg hair,” Lin Nan added, placing the razor on the coffee table.
To Tu Junhui, her smile looked positively wicked.
He shot a glance at Xiong Da, the perpetual poker face, who was now breaking into a grin, while Chen Yao was practically rolling on the floor laughing—he was being subjected to some next-level torment.
“What’s the big deal with dressing up?” Tu Junhui grumbled, grabbing the packages and razor, storming toward the bedroom while muttering, “Seriously, a bunch of weirdos must love seeing chubby guys in dresses.”
“Hey, the more the merrier! Sooner or later, Lin Nan will rope you guys into dressing up too.”
Both Xiong Da and Chen Yao froze at this, exchanging nervous glances with Lin Nan, instantly drenched in cold sweat.
So that’s why they felt shivers down their spines sometimes!
“How about this—you can skip it?” Xiong Da tentatively suggested.
Chen Yao put the camera away and nodded in agreement, “Forget it! What’s so interesting about dressing up anyway?”
In the blink of an eye, Lin Nan noticed the two had defected from her camp, and Tu Junhui was growing increasingly elated at the prospect of dressing up.
“Hey? What happened to the promised dress-up?!”
