"Su...Classmate Su Tao...is there really no problem with this?" A thin little boy standing next to Taozi touched the wig on his head very uncomfortably.
It's really uncomfortable, but if I don't wear it, with my short short hair and wearing this miniskirt, I'll probably be thought of as a shemale, right?
"No problem, you look beautiful!" Taozi turned around and glanced at the boy next to her, and nodded vigorously. He has delicate features, fair skin, round and big eyes, long and curly eyelashes, and put on a wig before wearing it.
Wearing a pink skirt and not talking, you can't tell that she is a boy at all.
"But... I always feel a little awkward..." The boy looked at Tao Zi's sincere expression, and a shy blush appeared on his fair cheeks.
"Okay, Xiaomori, just be satisfied. At any rate, you still look like that. Look at me, how many people have smiled at me maliciously while I've been standing here for a while!?" Tao Zi'er said.
Another strong voice came from the side, a boy with dark skin, rough facial features, and an unruly temperament, tugged on the wig on his head and said disdainfully: "If I hadn't injured my foot, I wouldn't have ended up like this!
"
"Classmate Liu... Actually, you look... quite... pretty, pretty..." Taozi looked at her for a long time without even saying the word "beautiful". She looked at Mr. Liu's wild stance and her swagger.
When I moved the wig, it was like pulling out wool, and in the end I swallowed the remaining word "bright" back into my stomach.
"Stand up now, stand up now, it's time for us to enter!" The head teacher, who had been standing next to them with a smile and watching them chatting, saw that the two classes in front had already stepped towards the playground, and quickly reminded them: "I'll be sure in a moment.
We have to come up with our own style, come on!"
"Yes!" The whole class answered uniformly, with loud voices.
"Teachers and classmates, in this breeze, the first and third classes of senior high school are coming towards us. Vigor and vitality are overflowing in everyone. Friendship and encouragement are conveyed in everyone's heart. Make progress while maintaining stability and challenge yourself.
It is their starting point. Breaking through themselves and striving for first place is their goal. Struggle creates brilliance. Come on! Class 1, Grade 3!"
From the loudspeaker on the playground, the announcer read the admission speech of Taozi's class. Along with the exciting music, the neatly arranged Classes 1 and 3 entered the hall majestic and high-spirited.
"Hey, there are quite a few pretty girls in this class!"
"Walking in the front row are the cheerleaders from Grade 1 and Grade 3. They are neatly dressed and full of energy!"
"I really envy the athletes in Class 1 and Class 3, who have such a hot cheering phalanx!"
"Let's listen to their cheerleading slogans!"
On the rostrum, the two hosts were joking and explaining at the same time. All the eyes of the audience were attracted by the square formation of Grade 1 and Grade 3 students slowly walking towards them. The beautiful little girls in the first two rows of the team looked at each other from a distance.
, the plush ball in his hand is colorful and dancing neatly as he marches, which looks really beautiful.
When she was about to approach the rostrum, Taozi's heartbeat accelerated instantly, and she kept beating "Plop, Plop, Plop," she whispered to the team members around her: "Are you ready, everyone, one, two, three!" "Su...
...Student Su Tao...is there really no problem with this?" A thin little boy standing next to Taozi touched the wig on his head very uncomfortably. It was really uncomfortable to wear this thick wig.
Very nice, but if you don’t wear it, with your short short hair and wearing this miniskirt, you might be considered a shemale by others, right?
"No problem, you look beautiful!" Taozi turned around and glanced at the boy next to her, and nodded vigorously. He has delicate features, fair skin, round and big eyes, long and curly eyelashes, and put on a wig before wearing it.
Wearing a pink skirt and not talking, you can't tell that she is a boy at all.
"But... I always feel a little awkward..." The boy looked at Tao Zi's sincere expression, and a shy blush appeared on his fair cheeks.
"Okay, Xiaomori, just be satisfied. At any rate, you still look like that. Look at me, how many people have smiled at me maliciously while I've been standing here for a while!?" Tao Zi'er said.
Another strong voice came from the side, a boy with dark skin, rough facial features, and an unruly temperament, tugged on the wig on his head and said disdainfully: "If I hadn't injured my foot, I wouldn't have ended up like this!
"
"Classmate Liu... Actually, you look... quite... pretty, pretty..." Taozi looked at her for a long time without even saying the word "beautiful". She looked at Mr. Liu's wild stance and her swagger.
When I moved the wig, it was like pulling out wool, and in the end I swallowed the remaining word "bright" back into my stomach.
"Stand up now, stand up now, it's time for us to enter!" The head teacher, who had been standing next to them with a smile and watching them chatting, saw that the two classes in front had already stepped towards the playground, and quickly reminded them: "I'll be sure in a moment.
We have to come up with our own style, come on!"
"Yes!" The whole class answered uniformly, with loud voices.
"Teachers and classmates, in this breeze, the first and third classes of senior high school are coming towards us. Vigor and vitality are overflowing in everyone. Friendship and encouragement are conveyed in everyone's heart. Make progress while maintaining stability and challenge yourself.
It is their starting point. Breaking through themselves and striving for first place is their goal. Struggle creates brilliance. Come on! Class 1, Grade 3!"
From the loudspeaker on the playground, the announcer read the admission speech of Taozi's class. Along with the exciting music, the neatly arranged Classes 1 and 3 entered the hall majestic and high-spirited.
"Hey, there are quite a few pretty girls in this class!"
"Walking in the front row are the cheerleaders from Grade 1 and Grade 3. They are neatly dressed and full of energy!"
"I really envy the athletes in Class 1 and Class 3, who have such a hot cheering phalanx!"
"Let's listen to their cheerleading slogans!"
On the rostrum, the two hosts were joking and explaining at the same time. All the eyes of the audience were attracted by the square formation of Grade 1 and Grade 3 students slowly walking towards them. The beautiful little girls in the first two rows of the team looked at each other from a distance.
, the plush ball in his hand is colorful and dancing neatly as he marches, which looks really beautiful.
When she was about to approach the rostrum, Taozi's heartbeat accelerated instantly, and she kept beating "plop-plop-plop-plop". She whispered to the team members around her: "Are you ready, everyone? One, two, three!"
