Ten-Year Loyal Dog’s Road to Chasing Her Wife (GL) - Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Given the previous experience during military training, Qiao Wan knew almost without looking that her school uniform would definitely be too big, but by how much was hard to say.

If it had been the “flour sack” style, being one or two sizes too big wouldn’t matter at all, but now it was a sailor suit, for goodness’ sake! For something like a little skirt, if it’s even slightly ill-fitting, the overall effect makes it look like a child has stolen an adult’s clothes.

Moreover, to accommodate the body types of the majority, school uniforms were usually on the larger side even under normal circumstances. Furthermore, Qiao Wan had filled in her size as one size larger than her actual height. It was true that her mother could alter the clothes perfectly, but the problem was that her mother wasn’t there.

“Give them to me,” Qiao Mo said. “I knew this day would come the moment I saw you fill in ‘155 cm’ on the podium.”

Qiao Wan: “…” Though she lacked backbone, she still stuffed the clothes into Qiao Mo’s arms in one go. “Then I’ll have to trouble you.”

“What’s there to be troubled about between desk-mates?” Qiao Mo chuckled and flicked her forehead. “Be smarter next time; the height on the uniform form should be based on facts. There’s already an error margin in the measurements to begin with; now that you’ve expanded that error, isn’t the person who has to fix the uniform still you? I’ll go to your dormitory after school to take your measurements, so the alterations won’t end up unfitting.”

It must be said that Qiao Wan truly began to admire this desk-mate of hers.

She could study Physics well, her personality was incredibly good, and that “creating a fitted outfit using safety pins” trick during military training was truly impressive. Now, her desk-mate suddenly tells her she can also alter clothes? “I’ve discovered there’s seemingly nothing you can’t do; you’re simply like a superhuman… but with so many clothes, can you really carry them all back?” She pointed to the mountain of clothes piled in front of Qiao Mo.

Because uniforms must be worn every day and require replacements, they are generally issued in two sets. Between the skirts, hats, and jackets, the space occupied by one set was already quite substantial, let alone four sets. Qiao Wan felt it was impossible for Qiao Mo to take them back if she were riding a bicycle.

“It’s fine. Today, my brother is picking me up.”

“Brother.” Qiao Wan keenly caught the keyword. “Is there a difference between your brother picking you up and you riding a bike yourself as usual?”

Truthfully, as an only child, Qiao Wan was somewhat envious of people with brothers. As for the child her father had with his mistress, she was extremely resistant to them they were essentially on her “people I least want to see” list.

—Even though she knew children were innocent, it didn’t mean she couldn’t dislike an innocent thing.

By this time, the bell ending class had been ringing for about five minutes. Then, An Xiaolei from the first group called out, “Qiao Mo, there’s a boy looking for you.”

High school students are all bored; the moment they hear a boy is looking for a girl in the class, they can imagine a whole dramatic saga. Furthermore, the girl that boy was looking for was the ugliest girl in the class. The sense of drama was, one could say, very intense. Thus, nearly the entire class shifted their gaze out the window, seeing a quite handsome boy standing impatiently at the door.

His handsomeness was not inferior to Yuan Tianci’s, but his brow was rebellious, and his face was written all over with the impatience of “I’m unhappy, hurry up and get out here.” The girls in the class nearly gasped when they saw him how had they never seen such a good-looking boy before?

What was he doing here looking for Qiao Mo?

“That’s a truly good-looking boy,” Ao Manshan said, then lowered her head to continue her problems.

Beside her, An Xiaolei gave a sneer and said, “So you like bad boys? I originally thought a top student like you would like the ‘good boy’ type like Yuan Tianci.”

By now, Ao Manshan had opened a new test paper. She said while working: “Goody-two-shoes students are really too boring. I like people like you looking very ‘bad’ and very interesting. Always thinking about leading good students astray to go play; one could say you’re quite bad.”

“Is that so?” Xiaolei arched an eyebrow and said, “I feel like I’m about to be assimilated into a good student by you.”

“The blessing of three lifetimes,” Ao Manshan glanced at her sarcastically, “if you think sleeping and playing on your phone in class are the behaviors of a good student.”

However, she still underestimated the thickness of An Xiaolei’s skin. The delinquent girl looked back at her without a hint of fluster and asked, “Isn’t this much better compared to my previous truancy? I’m just short of taking out my books to take notes; oh, and proactively doing homework.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Ao Manshan felt a bit of a headache. Auntie An had told her to lead An Xiaolei onto the right track, but who could lead someone who looked like this?

“I know that guy at the door,” An Xiaolei raised her chin and said. “Qiao Rui from Grade 11. If his grades weren’t so bad, he’d probably be about the same as Yuan Tianci, basically the kind of person with a ‘male god’ face… Plenty of people over in Grade 11 like him. He talks about his sister all day long; the guy is a total ‘sister-con’ (sister complex). Only, he says his sister is as beautiful as a celestial being looking at his face, we didn’t think there was anything wrong with that. If the brother looks like this, the sister shouldn’t be too bad either. Who would have thought his sister is Qiao Mo.”

In terms of facial beauty alone, the two siblings didn’t look similar at all.

The brother was nearly the “School Grass” (most handsome boy), while the sister was the ugliest person in school.

“Did you already know Qiao Mo’s brother?”

“I’ve known Qiao Rui for a long time, but I didn’t know that was Qiao Mo’s brother,” An Xiaolei said. “We’re actually quite good friends. Really, Qiao Rui looks scary, but he’s just a sister-con. Every day he hangs around his younger followers saying, ‘I have a sister, my sister is super beautiful.'”

While they were talking, Qiao Mo had already ducked out of the classroom with her backpack, passing right before their eyes. The boy took a small, helpless step back and took the four sets of clothes wrapped in tape from her hands, placed them on the ground, and then had Qiao Mo turn around. He took the backpack off her shoulders and put it on his own—Qiao Mo’s backpack wasn’t small, but it still looked tiny being carried by a tall, sturdy guy like Qiao Rui.

Qiao Rui was 180 cm tall and strongly built. Beneath his short-sleeved uniform, arms with faint muscular lines were visible. He looked fierce, as if he could pick Qiao Mo up like a little chick: “Carrying so many books aren’t you afraid of growing shorter? The sun has been so big lately, yet it hasn’t managed to turn you to death.”

“Brother!”

“I know, I know.” Qiao Rui lazily lifted his eyelids and finally saw the girl who had come out behind his sister: “Yo, School Beauty Qiao. A pleasure to meet you.”

“I need to go to her dorm to help her take measurements and alter her uniform,” Qiao Mo said. “Brother, wait for me downstairs at the dorm for a bit.”

Qiao Rui nodded to show he understood and followed the two girls to the bottom of the dormitory building, standing straight like a dignified little pine tree. Qiao Wan lived in Building A; the B, C, and D buildings behind were mixed-gender student apartments. Basically, girls lived on the fifth floor and above, while boys lived on the lower floors. Since many of the boys knew Qiao Rui, by the time Qiao Mo finished measuring and came down, she saw her brother surrounded so tightly that not even water could leak through.

“Brother Rui, let’s go out for a late-night snack; my treat!”

Qiao Rui: “No, I’m taking my sister home.”

“Then bring your sister along! It’s perfect, we can finally see what Brother Rui’s sister actually looks like.”

Qiao Rui lazily shifted the four sets of clothes to his other hand and leaned against the wall: “She’s a ‘sinking fish and fallen geese, closing moon and shaming flowers’ (a classic idiom for extreme beauty). You get it, right?”

“We get it. Last time you used that phrase, it was for the Little Dragon Maiden (a fictional character).”

“Different,” Qiao Rui said. “That was fake; my sister is the real deal. Sinking fish and fallen geese, closing moon and shaming flowers.” He suddenly looked up and saw Qiao Mo slowly walking down. His eyes instantly lit up, and he waved frantically: “Mei’er, come down quickly and meet the brothers!” But then he had a second thought the lights in the stairwell weren’t very bright right now, and it would be bad if she missed a step. So Qiao Rui added: “Never mind, just walk down slowly. No rush.”

The stairwell was dark, and because they were looking against the light, they could only see a slender silhouette walking down slowly.

Tall, graceful there was nothing wrong with it.

Until that person walked in front of them, and under the light, that terrifying face had nowhere to hide.

The “little brothers” (followers), who had zero psychological preparation, immediately gasped and took a large step back. Just as they were about to blurt out “Holy crap,” their mouths were covered by others. If Brother Rui found out you thought his sister was ugly, did you still want to live?

Qiao Rui wasn’t the most notorious thug in the area, but he was the most famous. Why? He was the only “sister-con” around, and he made no effort to hide it; he was very blatant about it, which made him famous.

They had been wondering just how beautiful Qiao Rui’s sister must be to make him so distracted all day. Who would have thought she was that “eye-stinging” girl who had come out to stop them not long ago when they had specially gone to Class 11 to tease Qiao Wan?

Their features were quite recognizable. Given that the other party was a top student, her memory probably wasn’t too bad and she wouldn’t have forgotten them in a month. So the question was: when the ugly girl complained to Brother Rui later, what kind of posture should they use when they fall down to look handsome and suave?

Fighting was impossible in this lifetime. They couldn’t beat Brother Rui, and hiding would make them lose face. Only by falling down elegantly when beaten could they make themselves look somewhat cool…

By this time, Qiao Mo had come down. Qiao Rui, as if welcoming a princess, carefully held her hand to lead her off the last step.

“Miss… I apologize to you…” One of the followers bit the bullet and stepped forward, only to hear the girl say calmly:

“Hello.”

It was as if the several of them had never met before.