[Lotus Cake] He won't have a crush on me, will he? !

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Nezha looked at himself in the bathroom mirror with a long black wig, wishing he could drown in the washbasin the next second.

Ao Bing's naive criticism is too easy to coax. After being encouraged by others, he agreed to go on stage in women's clothing, and he was also unlucky with himself.

It is speechless to say that No. [-] Middle School will have its school celebration next month. The old tradition every year is to hold a cultural performance. Each class of senior one and senior two will produce several programs, and the school's art department will screen them one by one. After the performance, the ranking of each program will be ranked, and each student in the top three classes can add style points.

Good luck, they had three shows in the sixth class, but two of them were canceled by the art department, and only one cheerleader was barely selected. The minister thought that six people were too few, and said that at least ten people could be on stage. If a week If there are no people inside, they will be cut off directly.

The number of girls in class [-] was pitifully small, and almost all of them could get into the class. In the end, there were only eight of them, and the rest were either limited by their size or extremely uncoordinated.

Shi Ji, the cultural and entertainment committee member, was so worried about this matter that he suffered from insomnia all night. On the way to the classroom, he became a little delirious. He accidentally bumped into Ao Bing who was also rushing to the classroom. Come on which beautiful girl.

……

In the next second, Shi Ji sat up startled in a dying illness, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his head.

——Girls are not enough, boys join in!

"Everyone has no objection to my proposal, right?" During the class meeting, Shi Ji told everyone his wonderful idea.

As soon as the voice fell, some people were happy and others were sad.The girls naturally agreed with both hands, and they wished that all the boys in the class would go on stage in women's clothing, and most of the boys dared not speak up because Shiji's queen had too strong aura, and they would be knocked to the ground if they confronted head-on.

"Hey, most boys don't panic, can you be a little self-aware, just like your thick and thick walls, my mother will let you dress up as a woman to dance?"

As soon as these words came out, most of the boys breathed a sigh of relief, and looked around to see which one was so unlucky that Shi Ji would take a fancy to them.

Shi Ji raised his eyebrows: "We have to find the two best-looking boys in the class to make up the number."

When Yang Jian heard this, he confidently thought that he would be called by name, so he waved his hands, covered his face and coughed.

Shi Ji: "I think Ao Bing and Nezha are pretty good."

Yang Jian:? ? ?

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of exclamation in the class, and the voices of the girls were particularly passionate. Shi Ji smiled and threw a look of "I understand you" to everyone.

The two people who were still exchanging emoticons under the table were suddenly called by their names. They raised their heads and looked at each other in a daze.

"Both of you have slender skeletons and outstanding looks. You are indeed the best candidates for women's clothing." Shi Ji looked at Ao Bing with a smile. She knew that Nezha was more difficult to deal with, so she started with Ao Bing first.

"Student Ao, you see that everyone agrees that you can fulfill this important task, so you two shouldn't have any opinions?"

"It's impossible to wear women's clothes, and it's impossible to wear women's clothes in this life!" Nezha's face turned dark, and he immediately refused, shaking his head like a rattle.

Ao Bing also looked embarrassed, and just about to refuse, he was stopped by Shi Ji's words:

"Student Ao, as one of the class committee members, shouldn't you lead by example and stand up for the class?"

"Can……"

"The stylistic scores of more than 50 people in the class are counting on you!"

Ao Bing hesitated for a moment, then looked up at his classmates, and sure enough, all of them were staring at him eagerly.

Mom...

Nezha pinched and pinched him under the table: Don't believe her nonsense!Don't agree!Don't say yes!

"That……"

Don't agree! ! !No! ! !

"……Fine."

Nezha dies.

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The wig is ridiculous enough, and the skirt is so fucking exposed, so how can he mess around in the first class in the future!

Li's heart was cut like a knife, but Ao Bing agreed. If he didn't agree, he would appear narrow-minded and selfish. Compared with Ao Bing, he had no tolerance at all, so he had no choice but to reluctantly nod.

Anyway, he would lose face anyway, so it would be better to lose face with Ao Bing, at least it seems that he is more righteous, and by the way, he can gain a wave of favorability with Ao Bing.

"Miss Li, if you want to try on clothes, just come out and try them on. It's so boring to lock them in the toilet." Yang Jian knocked on the toilet door with a sly smile.

"Can you fucking shut up? Can you?" Nezha was so angry that he took off his wig and skirt, and walked out naked. "What did you call your father Li just now?"

When Ji Fa raised his head, he was so shocked that he threw away the books, Lei Zhenzi was still talking about the takeout, and when he turned his head, he choked and sprayed the face in his nostrils.

"Fuck you perverted faggot!"

Yang Jian was convinced, picked up the clothes on the bed and threw them to him, and Nezha put them on slowly.

"Isn't it just wearing women's clothes and doing cheerleading in front of the teachers and students of the school? It's really nothing, right hehe~" Yang Jian couldn't help but continue to mock him.

"That's fine, let's not dance la la fuck, let's play a drama instead, and play the little girl picking mushrooms." Nezha kicked the other party's ass. "I'll play the little girl, you play the mushroom, see if I can't trample you to death!"

Yang Jian rubbed his butt not to be outdone, he jumped up and locked his throat: "Then it's better to play the little girl who sells matches. I will play the little girl and you play the match. I will rub you against the wall!"

The two quarreled and started fighting again, you beat me and I kicked you.

"Okay, can you stop for a while, I can't even recite the book!" Ji Fa held his head unbearably. "Nezha, doesn't Ao Bing also wear women's clothes? Do you think he is as noisy as you?"

Lei Zhenzi also wiped away his choked tears and comforted Nezha, saying, "That's right, brother Zha, think about it, you will be able to see Ao Bing in women's clothing after doing this! What a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, this wave is worth it!"

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It seems reasonable.

Nezha slowly let go of Yang Jian's collar, and began to picture Ao Bing wearing women's clothing in his mind.

Wow~ This face, this waist, these legs...

"Well, good brothers, I have a small request." Nezha smiled and rubbed his hands.

"Remember to take a few more photos and send them to me~"

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Who said that Ao Bing wasn't fussy, he was just fussing in his heart and didn't show it.

He remembered that Ao Ling had tried to use his childhood photo of women's clothing to threaten himself to be her wingman, but now he volunteered to dance in front of the teachers and students of the school.

Ao Ling must not let Ao Ling know about this, otherwise the image of his tall and stalwart brother will be ruined in one go.

Ao Bing sighed, and carefully hid the costume at the bottom of the closet.

He had to go to the dance studio to rehearse tonight. He imagined himself dancing among a group of girls like a pervert, and was so angry that he didn't even eat dinner.