I’m not sure if Xiao Qin was still carrying out her ‘I’m innocent and foolish’ plan, but she was acting really lovable in front of the cla.s.s leader. It was like she was her long lost sister, well she was at least more lovable than Shu Zhe.
But I knew, if you let Xiao Qin and Shu Zhe swap places and have Xiao Qin live with the cla.s.s leader every day, the cla.s.s leader’s life span will definitely mysteriously be cut short.
Since Xiao Qin was also injured, the cla.s.s leader would find it embarra.s.sing to ask her to cook, so she suggested to order takeout.
“Okay.” Shu Zhe raised his hand in approval, “Let’s order pizza from Pizza Hut.”
All you think about is pizza, are you a teenage mutant ninja turtle?
Xiao Qin shook her head and showed her perfect hands to the cla.s.s leader.
“It’s fine, I’m happy I could cook for the cla.s.s leader. Ye Lin cla.s.smate will also help me out.”
“Okay…” the cla.s.s leader felt her forehead with her hand as if the exhaustion hit her all at once, then she sat powerlessly on the sofa.
“I’m sorry, I suddenly feel a bit tired. If Xiao Qin is willing to help us, then I’ll have to shamelessly wait for dinner.”
“No problem, leave it to me.”
Xiao Qin seemed to have completely forgotten about her knee pain. She tied on the cla.s.s leader’s sky blue ap.r.o.n (it was a bit too big for her) and pulled me towards the kitchen by my hand.
Then, it was like Xiao Qin just noticed a boy of similar age standing near her.
I thought Xiao Qin, who had androphobia, would scream and wake up the cla.s.s leader, but instead, she tilted her head and looked at Shu Zhe strangely.
It was the same as last time at the movies when Xiao Qin mistook Shu Zhe with a wig as a girl.
Xiao Qin reached out her hand and placed it on Shu Zhe’s flat chest.
“Sis Xiao Qin, what are you doing?” Shu Zhe felt awkward.
Xiao Qin ignored Shu Zhe’s question, then reached out and held his chin.
Shu Zhe wanted to resist, but Xiao Qin gripped his chin tight. Then she forced him to turn his head to the left, then to the right. It made me think of old slave auctions, where the buyer has to inspect his goods.
After measuring him up and down, Xiao Qin patted his shoulder happily.
“Younger sis Xiao Zhe, please take care of me~?”
Shu Zhe’s face was flushed with anger, “Sis Xiao Qin, stop joking around. I’m a boy.”
Xiao Qin continued to pat Shu Zhe’s shoulders with a lot of force. Every pat would force Shu Zhe to lower himself a bit.
“Let’s not care about the small details. As for my little sister Shu Zhe who has even smaller b.r.e.a.s.t.s than me, I’ll definitely protect you.”
It seems like the cla.s.s leader was too exhausted, so she fell asleep and didn’t really hear our conversation.
Shu Zhe tried multiple times to break free from Xiao Qin to no avail. Xiao Qin pressed Shu Zhe’s shoulder cavity, I wasn’t sure if it was a joint lock technique, but it caused Shu Zhe to grimace in pain and plead to Xiao Qin:
“Sis Xiao Qin, why… are you so strong? Didn’t you have a weak body? Bro Ye Lin, hurry and tell sis Xiao Qin to let go of me…”
“Huh~? I’m not strong at all.” Xiao Qin grinned, “It’s because my younger sister is too weak.”
“I… I’m not your sister, I’m a boy.”
“Stop joking, where can you find such a cute boy? You’ll be punished if you lie, admit that you’re a girl.”
Xiao Qin said as she increased the amount of force she used.
Shu Zhe wanted to scream for help, but I glared at him because I was worried he would wake up the cla.s.s leader.
Two large tears rolled down Shu Zhe’s eyes and he could only admit:
“I… I’m a girl…”
Xiao Qin then let go of her hands and beckoned me:
“Come cook with me. Sis Xiao Zhe should be familiar with the situation at home, so she can come and help.”
I don’t think Shu Zhe would even know where the pots and pans are kept, but why is Xiao Qin suddenly not afraid of Shu Zhe anymore. Androphobia is not something you can throw away at will.
Now that I think about it, I remember how Xiao Qin said she would be fl.u.s.tered when she saw pictures of bro Chun and bro Zeng. Thus, I can conclude her ‘androphobia’ is triggered by what she sees, their actual gender is not important. The important thing is if the other person looks like a boy or a girl.
Is it possible Shu Zhe became more and more feminine after being my rope model and wearing women’s clothing for a period of time? Did he already pa.s.s the line in Xiao Qin’s mind where he would be considered a girl even if he doesn’t wear a wig?
In addition, I heard your actions would appear more feminine when wearing women’s underwear. Shu Zhe was currently wearing the s.e.xy white rose underwear, so he’s still in a crossdressing state.
Uh… not bad. If Xiao Qin’s androphobia is this muddled, I can use Shu Zhe as an opportunity and might be able to cure her androphobia. That way, she wouldn’t have to stick with me.
Shu Zhe sent me a glance for help as he was made to help and was being called a little sister.
I’m not saving you since you’ve always expected your sister to do everything for you. Now you can have a taste of how much hard word it is to cook.
After about ten minutes, the cla.s.s leader abruptly woke up. She felt it was disrespectful to fall asleep when she had guests over, so she ran into the kitchen to apologize and ask if we needed help.
“No, it’s okay.” I pointed to the crowded kitchen, the cla.s.s leader was shocked to find her younger brother washing the mushrooms diligently.
“If sis Xiao Zhe doesn’t know how to cook, then you won’t be able to get married.”
That’s what Xiao Qin said as she ordered Shu Zhe to wash the mushrooms.
Shu Zhe was more afraid of her joint locks rather than not being able to get married. He sent his sister looks of help when he saw her come in the kitchen.
“Cla.s.s leader, Shu Zhe won’t die if he does a little work.” I stopped her before she said anything, “We won’t tell him to use a knife, only wash some vegetables. You can go back to the sofa and rest.”
The cla.s.s leader could only nod and set the napkins down on the dinner table. She also made a small box with old magazines to throw away the chicken bones later.
Xiao Qin was the head chef, after three or four times of oil splashes, water boiling over, and flames shooting towards the ceiling, she was finally able to make braised chicken with mushrooms.
Xiao Qin leaned against the tiled kitchen wall with an exhausted expression and a blackened face from the smoke. It made her look more clumsy and adorable.