Before Bian’er went to college, he only knew about this event online. He had seen it on the internet, but he had never been to an anime convention. Last year, he went a few times with the junior, and he also cosplayed twice. He felt it was okay.

It was just that Bian’er had always cosplayed male characters before, but this week, he was cosplaying a female character.

As for the junior, he often cosplayed female characters. In his words, “Once you get to the anime convention, there will be boys asking for your WeChat, and when my manly voice comes out, it’s more fun and interesting than cosplaying a male character.”

Sometimes, straight guys are actually better at playing than gays.

Straight guys are also more proficient at using makeup than gays.

“Junior, aren’t the two mounds on your chest too big?” Song Yongzhao saw Cheng Xu come out of the bathroom after changing clothes, and he held his forehead and said with a sigh.

“What’s big? I think they’re a little small.” The junior squeezed his chest and showed a lewd smile, “Men, who doesn’t like big ones?”

He then urged Bian’er, “Go change your clothes quickly.”

Bian’er took a deep breath and went into the bathroom with a few pieces of cloth.

“Senior, are you done changing?” After seven or eight minutes, the junior shouted from outside.

Bian’er was frantically tying the belt on his waist, “I’ll be right out, I’ll be right out.”

After another two or three minutes, Bian’er looked down at his slightly protruding chest and walked out of the bathroom with a hesitant expression. Besides not being used to wearing a skirt, there was another reason, he was afraid that the two silicone mounds would fall down.

Cheng Xu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror at the door, spreading his legs and holding an eyeshadow palette, applying makeup to himself. When he saw Bian’er come out, he turned his head and looked at him. He first exclaimed, “Senior, you should have bought size XL breasts, guaranteed to be the same as mine, making those straight guys stare intently.”

Bian’er: “…” “I think it’s pretty good now.”

Cheng Xu quickly finished applying makeup to himself and then quickly applied makeup to Bian’er. Song Yongzhao crossed his arms and exclaimed, “Junior, you’re a closeted gay, aren’t you?”

Cheng Xu looked up and gave a shy smile. With his rough voice, he said in a sweet tone, “Senior, you’re just finding out now.”

Song Yongzhao hissed, shivering with goosebumps all over. Straight guy, definitely a straight guy. Only a straight guy would make such a repulsive expression.

Twenty minutes later, Bian’er’s makeup was complete. Today, he and the junior were cosplaying a game character. His hair was orange with bangs and a high ponytail. The clothes were mainly orange, white, and black.

He first wore a white bandeau-like bra on his chest, and then a short orange Japanese-style yukata with cherry blossom prints wrapped around one shoulder. The black waistband was A golden glow, mesmerizing and alluring，and the skirt length was only to the middle of his thighs, revealing a pair of straight, slender calves. There were a few wraps of Leg wraps around his right thigh.

His left calf wore a long sock with a bow, reaching above the knee, in orange and black. His right calf wore a short sock, just above his ankle. He wore a pair of wooden clogs on his feet.

“Bian’er, I told you it wouldn’t be awkward. I can even make my rough-looking face into a girl’s face, you’re a piece of cake.” The junior said with a chuckle.

It really wasn’t as awkward as he had expected, Bian’er thought.

While the junior was tidying up his makeup, Bian’er opened his camera, pointed it at himself in the mirror, and took a few photos. After choosing a few, Bian’er sent a message to “m.”

Little Crab: [Picture]

Little Crab: [“m,” I’m going to the anime convention with friends today]

Until the junior called Bian’er to leave, Bian’er hadn’t received a reply from “m.”

The two of them went to the bus stop near the school to take the bus to the anime convention center. From leaving the dormitory to the bus stop, they received some very noticeable stares, but not too many. Young college students are the most tolerant of people in strange costumes. Besides, cosplay isn’t a very niche hobby among young people.

Bian’er even met two classmates at the bus stop who were also going to the anime convention center. They were students from the opposite Traditional Chinese Medicine University, cosplaying female characters, and they were real girls.

When they heard Cheng Xu’s deliberately lowered male voice, the two girls were surprised, and their expressions became even more excited.

Lian Jichuan walked out of the subway exit. There were five or six people standing on the opposite side of the road. Maybe because the four people in strange costumes were too eye-catching, Lian Jichuan casually swept his eyes across the opposite side, and then he took a big step forward, striding into the school.

When he reached the school gate, he took out his phone and first replied to a few messages from his professor. Then, he discovered that Little Crab had sent him a new message.

Lian Jichuan clicked on it.

His eyes first landed on the photo she had sent. The photo didn’t show her face, but it showed half of her round, white shoulders and collarbone. Her side shoulder was covered by orange fabric. Her waist was very thin, and the black waistband with gold glitter cinched her waist into a circle the size of a palm.

After seeing the character’s costume in the photo, Lian Jichuan suddenly turned his head and swept his eyes across the opposite side of the road.

A bus just happened to be stopping at the bus stop, blocking Lian Jichuan’s view. When the bus started its engine and drove away, the orange figure who had been standing at the bus stop waiting for the bus disappeared without a trace.

Lian Jichuan retracted his gaze and typed a message without much thought, [Hmm]

Little Crab: [“m,” what are you doing today?]

m: [Doing homework]

Little Crab: [You’re so diligent]

Little Crab: [Little cat sends you flowers jpg]

Bian’er sat on the plastic chair on the bus, pulling down the hem of his skirt, and then he clicked on the picture he had just sent to “m.” The fake chest he had chosen was completely incomparable to the junior’s towering waves, but it did have a small bun shape.

Bian’er rubbed his cheeks, biting his lips as he sent a message to “m,” [“m,” I have something to confess to you]

m: [?]

Bian’er was completely honest, [Actually, the chest in the photo I sent you is fake, I padded it]

Little Crab: [Would you mind if I was flat-chested?]

If “m” was like the junior, and his primary requirement for a partner was towering waves, Bian’er thought maybe he should just give up.

“m” replied after a while, [It’s okay]

It’s okay! Bian’er’s eyes lit up. Jiang Yuan could say something sincere like “If the feelings are deep, maybe you wouldn’t want to give up.” He was definitely different from Lian Jichuan, who couldn’t accept dating a man. Naturally, he wouldn’t mind if his partner was flat-chested.

Bian’er planned to press on and give Jiang Yuan some psychological preparation beforehand.

He opened his phone’s photo album. He didn’t dare to send “m” a real photo of himself. Bian’er chose a photo from last semester’s anime convention, a photo of his back. He had cosplayed a male game character, with fluffy brown short hair and a scorpion tail in the back. He wore a Japanese-style jk uniform, a white shirt, black suit, and black pants. There were two dark red devil horns on top of his head.

Because those leather shoes didn’t fit, Bian’er’s heels were rubbed raw after he walked for a while. He squatted down to rest, and the junior took a photo of him squatting down to rest.

Bian’er sent the photo to “m.”

Little Crab: [This is a photo of me cosplaying once, isn’t my back very handsome?]

Little Crab: [“m,” actually, I also like this clean and simple style in daily life]

Lian Jichuan stopped and stared at the photo Little Crab had sent. She was squatting down with her head on her knees. Lian Jichuan’s attention was first drawn not to the fact that Little Crab was cosplaying a male character, but to the full, round curve of her hips encased in black suit pants.

After a moment, “m” replied with a calm expression, [You want to tell me you like clean and simple, neutral style]

m: [Or you want to tell me your butt is very excellent]

Bian’er closed his eyes and opened them again. He didn’t delete or reorganize the two messages on the screen. His hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

Bian’er stared at the photo, his gaze falling on the area below the waist. He opened his phone and compared it with the other photos he had taken. Bian’er was certain that the butt in the photo he had sent to “m” really wasn’t very curvy.

Bian’er didn’t accept “m”‘s unfounded accusation. He desperately tried to prove his innocence, [I really didn’t want to tell you my butt is very excellent！！]

m replied coldly, [Really?]

You don’t believe me, do you?

Bian’er was angry. He chose the two photos where his butt was especially excellent and sent them to “m.”

Little Crab: [Picture]

Little Crab: [Picture]

Little Crab: [These two photos have much more excellent butts than the previous one. If I wanted to tell you that, I would have sent these two photos]

m: [Got it, your butt is very excellent]

Bian’er: “…”

Bian’er slammed his head against the plastic chair in front of him.

Cheng Xu frowned and said, “Senior, are you crazy?”

Bian’er: “…”

Because “m” made him unhappy, Bian’er didn’t reply to “m” for the first time. He was too busy at the anime convention to play games. When he got on the bus back to school, he opened his phone and discovered that “m” had actually sent him a message a few minutes ago.

m: [Back to school?]

Bian’er was surprised. He had been in contact with him for almost twenty days, and this was the first time “m” had sent him a message first.

Bian’er: [I’m on my way back]

m: [Hmm]

Lian Jichuan had just finished replying to Bian’er’s message when his phone buzzed. The caller ID showed a familiar word.

Lian Jichuan picked up the phone. After listening to what the other party said, Lian Jichuan frowned and said, “I have an arrangement tomorrow.”

His mother’s voice was gentle, “What arrangement? Mom came to Shanghai. Don’t you even have time to have lunch with Mom?”

Lian Jichuan was silent for a moment and said, “Where are we eating?”

His mother told him the location.

The next day at 11 am, Lian Jichuan left the lab, hailed a taxi, and arrived at the address of the Michelin restaurant that Hu Bing had sent him.

“How many people?”

Lian Jichuan: “Yuehuan private room.”

When he arrived at the private room door, Lian Jichuan pushed open the half-open door. When he saw that it wasn’t just Hu Bing in the room, he furrowed his brows slightly.

A tall, slender young man appeared at the door. Hu Bing, who was chatting with her friends, smiled slightly, “Jichuan, come sit next to Mom.”

She then said to the man and woman in the private room who were about her age, “Chen Ge, Jiang Jie, this is my son, Lian Jichuan.”

The middle-aged man in a high-end suit, with a slight bulge in his abdomen, said, “Hu Bing, this is your son who’s studying at Huai University?”

Hu Bing looked at Lian Jichuan kindly and smiled gently, “He’s in college.”

The group clinked glasses and chatted. From time to time, Mr. Chen would ask Lian Jichuan for tips on improving grades. His daughter had just entered high school this year, and although she was in the top class of a key high school and her grades were among the top, the probability of her getting into Huai University wasn’t very high.

Lian Jichuan said calmly, “There are no tips.”

Mr. Chen’s smile froze.

Hu Bing tugged at Lian Jichuan’s sleeve, her expression a little stiff. She scolded, “Answer your Uncle Chen’s question properly.”

Lian Jichuan had no choice but to change his answer, “It depends on your IQ.”

The atmosphere in the private room slightly solidified. Jiang Jie smiled and broke the tension, “Hu Bing, I only knew that your son was smart and handsome before. I didn’t expect him to be so humorous.”

The three of them chatted and laughed. The lunch was quite pleasant for both the host and the guest. After half of the meal, the three of them planned their afternoon itinerary. Mr. Chen had two horses at his stable in the south of the city. The three of them were going to the stable to ride horses and play polo.

Hu Bing said softly, “Jichuan, you should go to the stable with Mom later. Didn’t you learn horseback riding when you were little? It just so happens that Aunt Jiang’s son is also going to play. He’s about your age. You young people won’t have much to talk about with us old people, so you can go play together.”