i was my mistake

"Even if I suppress it, my figure still looks like a girl."

"really."

"Phew, hiss... you guys are crazy, I feel like I'm struggling to breathe, right now."

"Just get used to it." Wan Qing patted him on the shoulder, "Life is all about getting used to the feeling of having difficulty breathing until you can no longer breathe."

"It's such an inexplicable famous saying, but--it will be very tiring to ride like this."

"It's okay, I'll ride!"

"I can also carry Xiao Ye Zi."

Ye Chen looked like he wanted to cry but had no tears.

What he's thinking about right now is——

If you can't turn back into a normal man, then it's better to let the time of turning into a girl come faster.

To avoid having to suffer from this imposed torture every day.

To use Wan Qing's most common words to describe it: life is like rape, since you can't resist, then enjoy it—and change to a comfortable position.

Wan Qing patted his flat chest hard, and asked triumphantly, "How is it, is it comfortable?"

"Comfortable as hell."

"Okay, okay, don't be awkward, I will be a girl soon, I want a lady."

"...You just need to be a lady." Ye Chen rolled his eyes.

In the early morning, the rain had just stopped, and there were gusts of cold wind blowing outside the house. The ground was still wet, and the clouds in the sky had not yet dissipated. It seemed that it was just an intermission and would continue to fall later.

"It's so cold." Wan Qing stomped her feet, "Just riding a bike to keep warm."

"Anyway, I don't care, I don't ride anymore, I feel like I have to pant after two steps."

"Cut, you just need to get used to it." Wan Qing patted the back seat, "Sit up! Let's go."

……

As soon as we got to school, it started to rain again.

The three of them were lucky, and they ran into the teaching building before the raindrops fell on them.

There are not many students at this point in the classroom today, to be precise, there is only one——

Shen Huijuan.

She was sitting and chatting with Mao Yeyuan from class three, and it sounded like some gossip stories among other students.

"Good morning."

"Morning—" Wan Qing, who hadn't done such a strenuous exercise for a long time, let out a bad breath—in the physical education class of the third year of high school, the physical education teacher did not force the students to exercise, they were all free activities, so she usually ran back to do homework or Self-study.

After a long time, the bones of the body are somewhat tired.

As soon as he sat down, there was a sound of frolicking at the door. Yang Zeng and Jiang Xing, two guys who often go out together, came in with breakfast.

"Hey, Ye Chen is here."

"I always feel that Ye Chen is becoming more and more like a girl."

"I think so too...it might not be obvious if I see you every day, but if you don't see me on weekends, it will feel a lot different all of a sudden."

"Cough, what are you thinking, you guys." Ye Chen coughed dryly, his expression looking a little stiff.

He didn't want others to know that he had grown a pair of girls' breasts as a boy.

If it is really discovered, I am afraid it will be a social death...

Even if the other party is your best friend!

Especially Yang Zeng, who has a big mouth and talks about everything.

"What kind of feminine smell..." Jiang Xing muttered, leaning over to sniff, "What's wrong with you kid? What's going on? Could it be that you're actually a girl and you've been hiding it from us?"

"What kind of routine development is this..." Wan Qing curled her lips, thinking that this guy's words were really uninspired.

To be honest, seeing Yang Zeng with both legs still intact after the National Day, she was really a little strange and not used to it.

"It's just that I have recently used facial cleanser, facial oil, etc., and I don't go out very much, and my hair is a bit long and I haven't cut it..." Ye Chen coughed dryly to find a reason for himself, "Today I plan to cut my hair short. , which looks better."

"It's okay, don't worry." Yang Zeng patted him on the shoulder, "If you are like this, you will definitely not have to worry about food in the future - no matter how bad you are, you can still be a bad face!"

Jiang Xing patted Yang Zeng's forehead: "What are you talking about, girls like this kind of thing, this is handsome and delicate, do you understand, I don't like masculinity like me."

"You guys will get it, okay...Jiang Xing, your pimples are gone, Yang Zeng, please eat more, don't be as thin as a bamboo pole, you will fall down when you lean on it." Ye Chen teased them, "You guys are just jealous that I'm handsome now."

"Grass, you are quite narcissistic."

"What's wrong, I'm handsome and I'm proud!" Ye Chen puffed up his chest, and then quickly shrank back as if remembering something.

"Damn it, it's crazy."

"That's right, flatten him!"

"Wait—! You don't want to copy your homework anymore?"

"...Good boy, you have the handle."

"Hurry up, since you know why we came so early, don't hurry up and hand in your homework!"

Wan Qing drooped her eyelids to watch the three live treasures making a fuss.

She was actually very curious about how they reacted after Ye Chen really became a girl.

"Speaking of which, do you feel that Ye Chen is becoming more and more like the class monitor?" Taking advantage of Ye Chen's gap in homework, Yang Zeng suddenly asked with a strange expression, "Is it husband and wife?"

"What and what, aren't they siblings? Isn't it normal that they look a little alike?"

"I guess so?"

Seeing them looking at her, Wan Qing stared, "Look at that."

"The monitor's eyes seem to be green."

"It seems to be... dark green."

"Really?" Ye Chen, who got along day and night, didn't notice it. Hearing what they said, he moved over curiously to take a look.

But Wan Qing had already turned her face away: "Can you stop arguing, and tell the class teacher that you two copied your homework, and only you two, not anyone else."

"What a vicious woman!"

"That's it!"

"That's right!" Ye Chen followed suit.

"Are you a ghost?" It was Wan Qing's brain that responded to him.

……

75. Go for a haircut

The recent weather in City H is very strange.

Either it rains all the time, or it's always sunny.

When I came back, it was still raining.

It's drizzling, but it's not that big.

But you still have to wear a raincoat.

The road is also getting muddy.

A lot of mud splashed on her legs, but fortunately, the black school uniform did not show any dirt for a while.

Unlike many other people who came from this era and hated ordinary school uniforms, Wan Qing quite liked the baggy and plain school uniforms.

The material is not very comfortable, but the clothes are wide enough, so that people can relax and do what they want, and they are not afraid of it getting dirty or broken.

Simply put, the material is solid and wear-resistant.

Don't worry if it's broken.

Yinjiang High School was sponsored by the H City Iron and Steel Plant, or it was built by it. Originally, it only recruited workers' children. Even after the enrollment was expanded, the benefits were not cancelled.

For example, school uniforms, if they are too old to wear, or are damaged, the teacher will take the initiative to report your name, and then ask the school to send you a new one—it doesn’t cost you a dime.

As for other high schools, I'm afraid it's not so good.

It's just that Wan Qing has always been studying in factories built schools, and has always enjoyed these benefits.

That's why I feel more and more that the school uniform that most people dislike is actually so good.

Come to think of it, in the 80s factories were really nice to workers.

Take care of them like parents take care of their children.

It is no wonder that after being laid off, many workers become confused and do not know where to go.

In fact, the treatment of workers has been very good.

Even after being laid off, a lot of money was paid for this era, which is not a small amount of start-up capital.

No matter what you want to do, you always have more opportunities than others.

But once a person develops dependence, it is difficult to become independent again.

Workers like children, that is.

If you compare it with the farmers who still need to pay agricultural taxes in this era, they will know how happy their lives are.

Many people will say that the wave of laid-off workers is the throes of the times.

But even Wan Qing, a worker's child, has to say that it did not bring labor pains to the people, but simply brought it to the workers.

Even for many farmers, some of the shackles and pressure on them have been released.

After that, the word worker gradually fell into the dust, first returning to its original position in history, and then falling even lower, becoming a job that no one with even a little bit of ability is willing to do.

But in fact, when the factory was at its peak, the workers were the masters that countless ordinary people envied.

They are blue-collar 'elites' standing at the top of the pyramid.

To put it a little deeper, the grievances and pains of the laid-off workers are like those intellectuals when the educated youths went to the countryside.

They represent the suffering of a group, but are far from representative of all peoples.

The real toiling masses are still trampled on by their class below!

Because it was raining, I only cared about riding along the way.

The sky was dim, and some couldn't see clearly.

Whenever a car drives by, it feels like a light bulb goes on in the dark ceiling.

Zhao Jinyu's car was equipped with a small flashlight, but unfortunately it was blocked by the poncho, and the light could not shine through it at all.

So the speed has been slow, but it's finally getting to where the city lights shine.

The street lamps that Wan Qing thought were dim at first were now shining as brightly as if they were plated with gold.

"Ha...I'm exhausted." She breathed a sigh of relief, "It's the first time I feel that the road is so long."

"Yes." Zhao Jinyu stopped the car and breathed a sigh of relief while waiting for the traffic lights on the side of the road, and muttered in the rain, "I want to change into a rain cape with a transparent front..."

"Puff haha, the resentment is so deep."

"Otherwise we would have arrived long ago, wasting a lot of time."

"Yeah, I don't know if the hairdresser will be open or not."

"Well—it's almost closing time, isn't it?"

"No, I remember that store was open until eight or nine o'clock." Ye Chen lifted his poncho slightly and interjected.

"Is it so late?"

"Yes."

"Hey, the hairdressing salon I often go to closes around seven o'clock."