These Clothes Have a Form-Fitting Top!
(Translated by: RenRen, Edited by: Yzrahc`dryzzle)
Jing Yue and ShangGuan LingLan, on the other hand, were very calm. Besides, Jing Yue, for the first time in her life, could put on the legendary… school uniform!
The blue-white interlocking lines looked so pure and elegant that everyone couldn’t help but had a dignified appearance after they wore the dress. But…
“Why does this dress have to have a form-fitting top!?” Jing Yue wanted to cry but she had no tears when she stared at her flat little *****, her heart ached ah~~~!
“This…” Ning XiangYuan was also helpless. Jing Yue turned her head around and took a glance at Ning XiangYuan’s bulging *****.
Different!
Too different!
“YuanYuan go away! I don’t want to stand beside you!” Jing Yue lamented at Ning XiangYuan.
“I… I also don’t know why… why it ended up like this.” Ning XiangYuan said, her cheeks reddening as she stared uncomfortably at Jing Yue and ShangGuan LingLan.
Jing Yue and ShangGuan LingLan glanced at each other, sighing helplessly. They decided to accept this undeniable fact and calmed down.
At the time of room allocation, the three of them were naturally assigned to live in the same room.
A bunch of people living together was naturally a very lively scene, and the whole courtyard was filled with laughter. However, this laughter didn’t last too long because the legendary training finally began. The level of this training was far, far stricter than the previous training.
“YueYue… quick, quick, give me a massage.” In this short three days period of time, they were already beaten by exhaustion. For stance training, they’d trained until their feet trembled all over. Both Jing Yue and ShangGuan LingLan looked like they were about to faint. Let alone Ning XiangYuan, this Miss who had never suffered any hardships before.
“With this tempo… only a few people would be able to persist!” Jing Yue spoke while kneading Ning XiangYuan’s feet.
“I will definitely endure!” Ning XiangYuan spoke through her clenched teeth.
“Eh…” Jing Yue and ShangGuan LingLan were slightly dumbfounded.
“Sure enough, a woman’s strength can’t be overlooked!” Jing Yue shrugged indifferently. For Jing Yue, this little exercise was completely child’s play compared to the ruthless training she had received before. No need to mention ShangGuan LingLan, who’d grown up in the army.
(If you are not reading this story on Renren’s WordPress or Wattpad page, then you’re reading a stolen material; I hope you can just read on my page, it’s free of charge and free of virus. To those people and web’s admins who copied-pasted my translations, I wish you a whole life of fungi-infested-armpits and bald-scabious-head.) — RenRen —
Jing Yue’s group was getting along cheerfully, but not everyone from the room was like this. In fact, today after the lesson was over, Jing Yue and ShangGuan LingLan were just sitting in their room and eating some snacks when they heard shouts and screams from the room next to them.
“You were the last to leave the room; who else besides you could have stolen my bracelet!” A shrill voice came through, successfully attracting the gazes of Jing Yue’s group. Everyone else also shifted their attention toward the source of that voice. It turned out to be Jing Yan and her friend’s room.
“I… didn’t…” Glancing at each other, both Jing Yue and ShangGuan LingLan stood up and walked out of their room. Seeing that everyone was pointing inside a room from their doorways, they frowned and also focused their attention towards the activity inside that room. They immediately saw Liu MiaoQiu, who had fallen on the ground, and Dong SiEr, whose hands were on her hips as she glared furiously at Liu MiaoQiu.
“You still dare to quibble!” Dong SiEr’s eyes were cold. She glared at Liu MiaoQiu and said, “Then why don’t you open your trunk and let me check!?”
“I… I…” Liu MiaoQiu’s face had gone extremely red. She couldn’t even speak coherently.
“What? Can’t say anything?” Dong SiEr sneered and stared at Liu MiaoQiu, declaring, “I think you’re feeling guilty!”
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RenRen: it isn’t actually ‘form-fitting’, it’s ‘mǒxiōng’ (抹胸), an ancient dress (or underwear) that was tight in chest and abdomen area.
These Clothes Have a Form-Fitting Top!
(Translated by: RenRen, Edited by: Yzrahc`dryzzle)
Jing Yue and ShangGuan LingLan, on the other hand, were very calm. Besides, Jing Yue, for the first time in her life, could put on the legendary… school uniform!
The blue-white interlocking lines looked so pure and elegant that everyone couldn’t help but had a dignified appearance after they wore the dress. But…
“Why does this dress have to have a form-fitting top!?” Jing Yue wanted to cry but she had no tears when she stared at her flat little *****, her heart ached ah~~~!
“This…” Ning XiangYuan was also helpless. Jing Yue turned her head around and took a glance at Ning XiangYuan’s bulging *****.
Different!
Too different!
“YuanYuan go away! I don’t want to stand beside you!” Jing Yue lamented at Ning XiangYuan.
“I… I also don’t know why… why it ended up like this.” Ning XiangYuan said, her cheeks reddening as she stared uncomfortably at Jing Yue and ShangGuan LingLan.
Jing Yue and ShangGuan LingLan glanced at each other, sighing helplessly. They decided to accept this undeniable fact and calmed down.
At the time of room allocation, the three of them were naturally assigned to live in the same room.
A bunch of people living together was naturally a very lively scene, and the whole courtyard was filled with laughter. However, this laughter didn’t last too long because the legendary training finally began. The level of this training was far, far stricter than the previous training.
“YueYue… quick, quick, give me a massage.” In this short three days period of time, they were already beaten by exhaustion. For stance training, they’d trained until their feet trembled all over. Both Jing Yue and ShangGuan LingLan looked like they were about to faint. Let alone Ning XiangYuan, this Miss who had never suffered any hardships before.
“With this tempo… only a few people would be able to persist!” Jing Yue spoke while kneading Ning XiangYuan’s feet.
“I will definitely endure!” Ning XiangYuan spoke through her clenched teeth.
“Eh…” Jing Yue and ShangGuan LingLan were slightly dumbfounded.
“Sure enough, a woman’s strength can’t be overlooked!” Jing Yue shrugged indifferently. For Jing Yue, this little exercise was completely child’s play compared to the ruthless training she had received before. No need to mention ShangGuan LingLan, who’d grown up in the army.
(If you are not reading this story on Renren’s WordPress or Wattpad page, then you’re reading a stolen material; I hope you can just read on my page, it’s free of charge and free of virus. To those people and web’s admins who copied-pasted my translations, I wish you a whole life of fungi-infested-armpits and bald-scabious-head.) — RenRen —
Jing Yue’s group was getting along cheerfully, but not everyone from the room was like this. In fact, today after the lesson was over, Jing Yue and ShangGuan LingLan were just sitting in their room and eating some snacks when they heard shouts and screams from the room next to them.
“You were the last to leave the room; who else besides you could have stolen my bracelet!” A shrill voice came through, successfully attracting the gazes of Jing Yue’s group. Everyone else also shifted their attention toward the source of that voice. It turned out to be Jing Yan and her friend’s room.
“I… didn’t…” Glancing at each other, both Jing Yue and ShangGuan LingLan stood up and walked out of their room. Seeing that everyone was pointing inside a room from their doorways, they frowned and also focused their attention towards the activity inside that room. They immediately saw Liu MiaoQiu, who had fallen on the ground, and Dong SiEr, whose hands were on her hips as she glared furiously at Liu MiaoQiu.
“You still dare to quibble!” Dong SiEr’s eyes were cold. She glared at Liu MiaoQiu and said, “Then why don’t you open your trunk and let me check!?”
“I… I…” Liu MiaoQiu’s face had gone extremely red. She couldn’t even speak coherently.
“What? Can’t say anything?” Dong SiEr sneered and stared at Liu MiaoQiu, declaring, “I think you’re feeling guilty!”
—-
RenRen: it isn’t actually ‘form-fitting’, it’s ‘mǒxiōng’ (抹胸), an ancient dress (or underwear) that was tight in chest and abdomen area.
