Chapter 37: The White Coat
Wang Ming: “…”
The listless panda: “…”
“That’s not what I meant,” Wang Ming said wearily, waving his hand.
“Then what did you mean?” the listless panda asked.
“It’s that, can’t you just spin around and change clothes?” Wang Ming explained.
“That’s true.” This time, the listless panda nodded in agreement.
“Then the question is, since you can change clothes with a spin, why buy them?” Wang Ming, the worker, asked the listless panda about this unsolved economic mystery.
“Because our family has money,” the listless panda said.
Wang Ming: “…”
A conversation that went nowhere, Wang Ming thought.
“It’s not entirely because of that.” Perhaps seeing Wang Ming’s hopeless expression, the listless panda continued to explain with a humanitarian touch.
“To conjure a garment identical to a real one, you must first know the details of the garment, right?” The listless panda explained patiently.
Wang Ming: “…”
[Book Title]: About My Ability to Create Something from Nothing and Its Basic Principles. [Book Title] Ends, Wang Ming thought.
Seeing the listless panda’s earnest expression, feeling that the other genuinely wanted to teach him, Wang Ming mentally wrote a light novel, earnestly nodding to show he understood and urging the other to continue.
“But our master…he’s not interested in studying the tailoring and materials of the current high-end brands, so he asked me to buy them directly,” the listless panda shrugged, explaining he only followed orders.
Wang Ming: “…”
“Oh, he doesn’t like to follow fashion trends,” Wang Ming said.
That’s not uncommon for a straight man, Wang Ming thought, completely unaware that this straight man he saw was, in a sense, his wife.
“It’s not entirely because of that either,” the listless panda said.
“Mainly because most of these high-end brands only have a few hundred years of history. For our master, artistic accumulation is probably like street stalls selling things for two yuan each. He’s not interested in their aesthetics and doesn’t bother to analyze them,” the listless panda shrugged.
Wang Ming: “…”
Only a few hundred years of history… Wang Ming thought.
Based on Ao Chen’s attributes, he’ll never be interested in me, Wang Ming thought expansively.
After all, I only have a few decades of history, and even if I try my best, I’ll still only have a few decades of history, Wang Ming thought.
Thinking this, Wang Ming seemed to remember something and looked at the listless panda.
“What’s up?” The listless panda asked Wang Ming, seeing him looking at him.
“So, are you younger than Ao Chen?” Wang Ming asked.
The listless panda: “…”
“How did you figure out my age?” The listless panda stroked his beard and asked Wang Ming in confusion.
“Because you said that Ao Chen is knowledgeable due to his age, so he’s not interested in brands with only a few hundred years of history,” Wang Ming said.
“Since you’re so interested, you’re probably still young,” Wang Ming continued.
Of course, his “still young” was relative to Ao Chen.
The listless panda: “…”
“Little brother…” The listless panda looked at Wang Ming earnestly and said.
“My interest in clothes isn’t because I’m young and fashionable, it’s because…I’m like you, a worker eating the boss’s food. Can we not finish the tasks our boss gives us?” The listless panda looked at Wang Ming with a puzzled expression of “Haven’t you been around in society before?”
Wang Ming: “…”
I’m so naive, Wang Ming thought.
I only knew that there are workers in daily life; I never thought there were any in the paranormal world, Wang Ming sighed.
Under the listless panda’s guidance, Wang Ming chose a decent suit.
“Little brother, this looks good,” the listless panda said, pushing Wang Ming into the changing room.
After a while, Wang Ming opened the door and made a grand entrance.
Then, while going downstairs, he tripped over his pants and fell.
Wang Ming: “…”
The listless panda: “…”
“I think the pants need altering,” the listless panda said.
Wang Ming: “…”
“The sleeves might need adjusting too,” Wang Ming added cautiously, even doing a dramatic sleeve flourish.
The listless panda: “…”
The listless panda then skillfully used his “life assistant” sewing skills and quickly altered Wang Ming’s expensive suit.
“Okay, try walking,” the listless panda put away his sewing kit and asked Wang Ming to try the suit.
Wang Ming spun around and felt he wouldn’t trip anymore.
“Okay,” Wang Ming nodded.
“Not bad, but I can’t change the shoulder width and waistline. Make do with it,” the listless panda looked at his handiwork, feeling satisfied.
Just as Wang Ming and the listless panda had finished with the suit, the listless panda seemed to sense something, paused, and said to Wang Ming, “Someone’s here, I’ll go open the door.”
Before Wang Ming could react, the listless panda rolled on the ground and disappeared.
Wang Ming: “…”
Wang Ming looked around, seeing no one, and tried to roll on the ground like the listless panda.
Then…nothing happened.
Wang Ming: “…”
It seems I haven’t learned the essence of teleportation, Wang Ming thought, and went to find the elevator.
When Wang Ming, panting, finally reached the main hall from the top floor, a group of people were already standing at the entrance.
Although Wang Ming’s knowledge of wealthy families was limited to novels and TV dramas like “The Overbearing CEO Falls for Me,” at a glance, he could tell that the person at the front was in charge.
The person was wearing a standard overbearing CEO suit, similar to Ao Chen’s, standing opposite Ao Chen with a sneering expression.
It seems not everyone who wears an overbearing CEO suit has the overbearing CEO aura, Wang Ming thought sarcastically, looking at the two seemingly confronting people, then quickly walked to Ao Chen’s side.
Ao Chen politely nodded to Wang Ming as a greeting.
In contrast, the visitor, who didn’t look like a prince even in a dragon robe, completely ignored Wang Ming, smirking at Ao Chen and pointing at Wang Ming, as if asking, “What’s this thing?”
“This is my husband,” Ao Chen replied.
So, what exactly is a “husband”? Wang Ming wondered the same question.
“Is that all?” The visitor, who didn’t look like a prince even in a dragon robe, looked at Wang Ming with feigned surprise and disbelief. If he weren’t so fond of sarcasm, he might have laughed himself to death.
Wang Ming: “…”
Polite Wang Ming: You?
Wang Ming looked at the listless panda, who already looked indignant.
“Brother, I want to change clothes. Can you do it?” Wang Ming said.
“Simple styles, I can do it easily,” the listless panda said, not understanding, but answering.
Wang Ming whispered something into the listless panda’s ear.
The listless panda: “…”
“Are you sure?” the listless panda asked.
“Go ahead,” Wang Ming nodded resolutely.
The listless panda rolled.
Wang Ming’s ill-fitting overbearing CEO suit suddenly disappeared, replaced by a white coat. He even had a stethoscope around his neck and a name tag reading “XX Mental Hospital, Dr. X” on his chest.
Wang Ming, in his new attire, stood before the visitor who didn’t look like a prince.
“Hello,” Wang Ming said again.
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