"Ahhh! You pervert! I'm not wearing clothes!"
"You... you aren't wearing clothes?"
"I'm not wearing my outer layer!"
"You... you aren't wearing your outer layer?"
"Ahhhhh! You did that on purpose, didn't you? I mean I'm not wearing formal clothes! These rhythm gymnastics suits are so tight and thin, and I'm just draped in a coat—how am I supposed to face people like this?!"
"Oh!" An Yang finally understood. "But it's not like I've never seen you in a rhythm gymnastics suit before."
"Are you toxic or what?!"
"I've even seen you in pajamas, camisole short skirts, sports bras, underwear, crotchless pants and long johns, or occasionally having a wardrobe malfunction, and even looking like you weren't wearing anything at all!" An Yang said calmly. "What's the big deal now?!"
"Ahhh! Get down! I don't want to see you!"
"I can understand why you can't be seen in public, but... if that's the case, why'd you come up to the roof?"
"I came up to practice vocal projection!"
"Oh! So that's what vocal projection is?"
"What else would it be?!"
"I don't know, have you ever heard of Shaanxi old Qinqiang?"
"Get down! Get down right now! Hurry! If I see you for one more second, I'll lose ten years of my life!" An You pointed at the stairwell and said to him with a fierce expression.
"You seem to have a bias against Qinqiang. This is our country's intangible cultural heritage, and rumor has it that as early as the Qianlong reign, it caused a sensation in the capital. It even had a spot on the Spring Festival Gala last year. Look, with just one shout of Huayin old style, the way you were just screaming for vocal projection already has a bit of its essence!"
"Get lost!!" An