Chapter 39
“Wow! This looks way too good!”
Chu Xi looked at He Yuan walking out of the dressing room, uttering praise beyond imagination.
Looking left, looking right, then circling him several times, reaching out to fiddle with the blue-black satin embroidered bonnet, the grey-blue wig strands, and the sapphire blue large bow at the back of the waist, emitting various interjections.
He Yuan, who originally thought it was nothing special, became embarrassed, asking with a blushing face, “Is-is it that exaggerated?”
Chu Xi nodded vowing solemnly, “Anyway, I didn’t expect it! Even knowing in advance you were going to play a girl, I didn’t expect this! Even seeing it with my own eyes now, I still can’t conceive it! And this is without makeup yet. If you put on makeup, especially that kind of very heavy stage makeup… Wow!!!”
He Yuan reached out to press his forehead, saying very seriously, “Stop thinking.”
Chu Xi said equally seriously, “You’re acting it anyway, why not let people think? Maybe after the public performance, many people will come to chase you.”
“Then they discover I’m actually a male, and will be instantly very disheartened.”
“Hahahahaha!” Chu Xi laughed mercilessly.
“Speaking of which, it’s also because of you. The director said he saw the state of us two partnering up and felt it fit the image of the heroine and her best friend in his mind very well, so he decided to let me play it! This is my first formal role; I have to thank you properly!”
“Then sign a thousand autographs for me. When you get famous, I’ll sell them!”
“You can’t even finish spending your allowance, why sell autographs?”
“To support you! You aren’t willing to spend my allowance, so I’ll fleece your own wool to support you!”
Chatting and laughing, the two organized the heavy-industry retro princess dress costume and left the dressing room for the rehearsal room.
He Yuan spent almost the entire summer vacation in the Drama Club. The play rehearsed this time was to be performed publicly at the opening gala of the new Military College soon. Although he was only a supporting role, playing a female role cross-dressed had a certain performance difficulty. He had to practice repeatedly and go all out!
Chu Xi, this good friend, was really beyond words. It was clearly a holiday, but he rarely went home or went out to play. He often accompanied He Yuan to rehearse, thoughtfully delivering food and drinks when He Yuan was too busy to care, and frequently activating Young Master Mode, waving a big hand to treat the whole crew to food and drink.
He Yuan wanted to persuade him several times that this wasn’t necessary, but seeing Chu Xi sincere and happy, he held back.
Chu Xi would also give him suggestions from the audience’s perspective. Although not a professional, he had been exposed to various high arts since childhood. Influenced by what he saw and heard, he had super good taste.
It just so happened that He Yuan was playing a noble young lady this time. In this track, Chu Xi was arguably unrivaled!
Time flew. Summer vacation passed, and half a month after the new semester started, the Military College of Star Source University was inaugurated, and a gala was held that night.
The final dress rehearsal lasted until the afternoon. The actors hurriedly ate something and went backstage for makeup and styling.
The gala was estimated to last four hours. He Yuan and his group’s play took up thirty-five minutes, a highlight of the show;
There were also many guests at the gala: school leaders, Alliance administrative leaders, Military College leaders, freshmen, and students from other departments who booked tickets… a sea of people.
He Yuan got nervous just thinking about it. While getting makeup done backstage, he recited lines, blocking, and details in his head.
Listening to the host’s voice, the sound of song and dance performances, and the audience’s applause outside, he couldn’t calm down even more. He was sweating a little, and the costume felt tighter than before.
At this time, Chu Xi was watching the program in the venue. It would be over an hour before their turn on stage. Other veteran actors were conserving their energy; some even fell asleep. While admiring them, he felt even more embarrassed to disturb them for chat or running lines.
Better figure out a way to relieve stress himself.
He Yuan decided to go for a walk outside.
Wen Su also decided to go for a walk outside.
As the Honorary Dean of the Military College, he sat in the first row of the venue and had persisted in watching the program for an hour.
Light pollution and noise pollution made it really hard for him to persist. He had to find a place to recover.
The main planet of the Star Source Alliance simulated the four seasons of the ancient Earth era, combining temperate monsoon climate and temperate marine climate. While being comfortable, it also took changes into account, aiming to improve the richness and happiness of life.
Just like what He Yuan always talked about.
The autumn wind was refreshing. Thinking this, Wen Su gradually emptied his mind, strolling randomly. Not knowing how long he walked, he suddenly came back to his senses and found himself seemingly…
Lost.
When he came, a special car sent him directly to the venue. He was processing work on the way and didn’t look outside at all.
Let’s check the location.
Touching his trouser pocket, no phone. Did he accidentally drop it on the seat?
Blame this gala. It made him dazzled and annoyed, causing him to make mistakes in unexpected small matters constantly.
He could only walk back by feeling.
After returning and finding the phone, he would leave immediately. Anyway, attendance wasn’t mandatory.
Walking out of the alley between two buildings, his vision suddenly opened up. He saw a person standing there. Feeling lucky, he spoke before seeing clearly—
“Hello, may I ask…”
That person turned around at the sound. Wen Su’s words came to an abrupt halt.
The artificial moon and nebula broke free from the obstruction of clouds and mist, sprinkling silver glory over the earth.
In the center of the glory was a newly built stone circular fountain. The surging water flow and scattered water droplets refracted the glory, making the person standing in front of the fountain appear absolutely beautiful.
The heavy-industry princess dress used gorgeous blue as the main tone, supplemented by exquisite black and white lace or embroidery. Smooth grey-blue twin tails, detached sleeves, large bows, high-heeled leather shoes with ribbons wrapped around the calves…
Like an elf who accidentally fell from the moon into the mortal world.
The stage makeup deliberately enhanced the eyebrows and eyes. Crystal sequins made the already spirited big eyes even brighter. The pale pink tear mole under the eye was dotted crimson, like a peerlessly gorgeous rose.
He Yuan looked at Wen Su with such a pair of eyes. Under the flickering long eyelashes, there was first shock, then surprise, panic, and finally slight embarrassment. The long eyelashes lowered like small fans but couldn’t block the red on his cheeks.
Just like when he was drunk from the influence of pheromones.
No, even more beautiful than then.
Wen Su clenched his fingers hanging by his side and walked forward.
He finally knew the reason for constantly making mistakes in small matters tonight.
This was a gift from heaven.
It was heaven guiding him here to see this dreamlike scene.
The closer he got, the lower He Yuan’s head hung, even generating a trace of impulse to run away.
Very strange.
He was an actor. He didn’t pick roles. When the crew asked him to cross-dress, he accepted it happily. He didn’t resist wearing costumes or styling. Going on stage, he only had the nervousness of fearing mistakes, not minding the audience discovering he was a male.
But now facing General Wen Su, he suddenly became…
Cramped and shy.
Very embarrassed.
Because he was wearing a dress and makeup, dressed up very beautifully.
Really very strange.
His hands twisted together, eyes looking at his fingers. Clearly wanting to escape, yet unable to lift his feet as if controlled.
“Are you okay?”
Wen Su finally spoke.
One sentence, one question, and He Yuan suddenly calmed down.
Because Wen Su’s tone was very gentle, full of kind concern, as if they were a pair of old friends who hadn’t seen each other for a long time, and the years spent together were full of deep, quiet beauty.
He Yuan took a deep breath, relaxed his whole body, slowly raised his head, and smiled.
Shrouded in moon and starlight, by the circular fountain, with the breeze blowing, the Omega in a gorgeous dress looked at the invincible Alpha.
He nodded.
“Mm, I’m very good! Is General Sir good? General Sir recognized me at once!”
“Of course,” Wen Su said confidently. “I am also very good.”
Very fortunate that meeting He Yuan again was after he was no longer lost.
That former crazy and decadent appearance indeed had no right to appear in front of He Yuan.
“Why is General Sir here?”
“I am the Honorary Dean of the Military College.”
“Wow!!!”
He Yuan revealed his usual expression of wholehearted admiration. Wen Su wanted to rub his head very much, but unfortunately, the current him was wearing an exquisite lady’s bonnet, leaving no place to start.
He smiled like a gentleman: “And you? Why are you here?”
“I have to perform a program later. I was a little nervous, so I came out for some air.”
“Is that so? Then I must watch carefully.”
Not leaving anymore. Won’t leave no matter what.
“Then I’m even more nervous!”
“I believe in you. The greater the pressure, the better you can do.”
Makes sense; felt encouraged!
Meeting Wen Su suddenly when he was terribly nervous and being fed a big reassuring pill—this must be fate!
He Yuan pointed backward obediently: “It’s about time, I have to go back.”
“Okay, together.”
Wen Su reached out to make a “please” gesture and walked side by side with He Yuan.
The gala venue not far away emitted an aura of carnival restlessness, but the two of them enjoyed a unique tranquility, both openly and as if turning their backs on everyone.
Until He Yuan let out an “Ah” caught off guard.
There was a small pebble on the road. Wearing high heels, he was far from handling it with ease, and his attention wasn’t quite focused. He stumbled, the other foot couldn’t stand firm, and his body tilted out of control.
Caught easily by Wen Su with one hand.
“Mm, thank you, General Sir!” He Yuan held Wen Su’s arm, looking up from his embrace.
Then hurriedly stood straight, looking ahead.
Wen Su said, “The shoe is undone.”
He Yuan looked down. Sure enough, the ribbon wrapped around his ankle and calf had slipped down.
He bent over to tie it, but oh no, the skirt was large and heavy. The fishbone support hindered the fine movements of his lower limbs. Especially since the ribbon had to be tied symmetrically and beautifully; tying it casually wouldn’t do!
He shaded his eyes with his hand, wanting to find a place to sit and organize it. Unexpectedly, Wen Su suddenly squatted in front of him.
Said: “Wait a moment.”
He Yuan shrank back in shock.
What did it look like to have the dignified top combat power Rose Admiral, the current Honorary Dean of the Military College, tie his shoelaces!
But…
It was like being controlled again. He couldn’t stop it, couldn’t speak.
He lowered his eyes, watching quietly Wen Su under the moon and starlight.
Not a casual squat, but with his upper body straight and extended, one knee high and one low. upright like a soldier, yet elegant like a gentleman.
One hand holding his ankle clad in lace fishnet stockings, the other hand holding the sapphire blue ribbon, winding it up circle by circle.
Then pressing on the calf muscle with his finger pad to fix it, winding the other ribbon with the other hand.
Comparing left and right, tying it gently.
Fearing it would fall off again, he controlled his strength to tighten the knot after it was already tied.
Looked up and asked: “Does it hurt?”
A strand of his neatly combed bangs fell down, slightly weakening the original stiffness and seriousness.
Never having seen such a Wen Su, He Yuan watched somewhat dazedly, even forgetting to answer.
Until Wen Su asked again: “Does it hurt?”
He Yuan finally came back to his senses, shaking his head frantically and then blushing frantically.
Wen Su smiled and said: “Careful, the hat might fall off too.”
He Yuan immediately held the hat with both hands awkwardly.
“Before the performance ends, a lady should be careful.” Wen Su stood up and extended his hand to him. “I’ll walk you back.”
Bad.
Until the end, when He Yuan sat backstage, and everyone else besides him stood up in fright because of Wen Su’s sudden appearance and didn’t dare to speak at all, he was still thinking bad in his heart.
Can Congenital Gland Closure Syndrome heal suddenly on its own?
Should he go to the hospital for a checkup?
Otherwise, why did he constantly feel like he was controlled by General Wen Su’s pheromones tonight?
But General Wen Su didn’t release pheromones.
He didn’t even smell the aroma of tequila.
Sure enough, he was overthinking it.
Why overthink?
General Wen Su seemed not to care anymore.
Isn’t this very good?
“Looking forward to your performance.” After Wen Su finished speaking, he turned and left the backstage.
He Yuan, who was thinking blindly, looked up in a panic, looked at Wen Su’s back, and responded randomly.
Then he found everyone looking at him with very weird eyes.
He hurriedly explained: “I, I am not… I almost fell outside just now, happened to meet General Wen Su. He is a very good person, so he said he would walk me back… just, just like that.”
Everyone said “Oh” with their mouths, but their expressions showed they didn’t believe it at all.
…Still very bad.
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