Master Tailor at the Tailor Shop

Liu Chang'an bought a measuring tape and went to school. He wasn't late today. He ran into An Nuan and Zhang Taole parking their bicycles at the school gate.

Zhang Taole was wearing the same seashell hair clip as An Nuan, which seemed to be a small gift that An Nuan brought back from Sanya.

Liu Chang'an!

An Nuan glanced at Liu Chang'an, pursed her lips and revealed a slight smile, but her eyes were looking straight ahead, her legs together and tiptoeing. Of course, this was not to imply anything, it was just the exercise habit of a volleyball girl.

The person who called Liu Chang'an was Zhang Taole. Actually, Zhang Taole is 1.68 meters tall, which is considered long-legged among girls.

Good morning, Zhang Taole; good morning, An Nuan.

"I heard that a super-rich heiress came to see you yesterday," Zhang Taole asked curiously.

The popularity of social media fully satisfies people's desire for gossip and its convenience. Although not many people saw it when I left school yesterday, it only takes three or five busybodies to start spreading it.

"Then you should An Nuan, why are you asking me?" Liu Chang'an waved his hand.

"That's your business, why should I An Nuan?"

"Can't you see I'm all healthy and strong now? If something gossip-worthy had happened between me and that rich heiress back then, do you think you'd still be seeing me intact today?" Liu Chang'an slapped Zhang Taole on the head. "You're just being nosy."

"I'll make you incomplete right now!" An Nuan stamped her foot in embarrassment and anger. Liu Chang'an had actually implied that she was a fierce jealous person, so she raised her fist to hit Liu Chang'an.

But I couldn't help feeling weak and listless, even less energetic than usual, probably because I hadn't eaten much that morning.

"Wow, Ma Zi is selling his skin An Nuan, are you being coquettish? Come here, let me lend you my forty-meter-long eagle..."

"Zhang Taole, you female hooligan..."

"A forty-meter-tall eagle isn't enough, why don't you bring out a four-thousand-meter-tall roc?"

Just as they were laughing and joking, Huang Shan's car pulled up and they quickly drove into the school.

Girls are actually very good at fantasizing. They either think they are fairies or they always think they can pull something out from under their skirts. They consider all the pretty girls in the class as their harem.

Zhang Taole was still dreaming about the time when she would be living in the dorms in college. She knew her roommates from other provinces would sometimes feel lonely and isolated in a foreign land, and she would warm their hearts and souls, turning the entire dorm into her harem.

As An Nuan walked in front of him, Liu Chang'an pulled out the measuring tape.

He pulled her shoulder back, quickly moved it down, glanced at the measuring tape markings, then slammed it to the ground and pulled it up again, measuring her shoulder width, waist circumference, and leg length.

That's about it.

"What were you doing just now?" An Nuan sensed Liu Chang'an's movement behind her and looked at the measuring tape in his hand.

"Take your height, length, and bust/waist/hip measurements," Liu Chang'an asked casually. "Have you thought of a name yet?"

"I've decided, let's call it the Seedling-Pulling Technique '." An Nuan laughed, finding it a little funny that Liu Chang'an, who seemed to care about nothing, was now concerned about her height. But more than that, she felt a bittersweet feeling that made her want to take a big gulp of water.

"What is the Seedling-Pulling Technique?" Zhang Taole asked.

"It's a height-increasing technique; An Nuan gave it a simple, elegant, and sophisticated name."

An Nuan hit Liu Chang'an again.

"You know how to increase height?"

"I can teach you."

Taking advantage of the time before class, Liu Chang'an practiced for a while in front of the classroom. Zhang Taole learned it quite well. Whether it was useful or not, there was no harm in learning it. Zhang Taole had always envied An Nuan's height. She hoped that she could be a centimeter or two taller and reach the 170cm threshold.

An Nuan squatted beside them, watching them practice with great enthusiasm, a smile always playing on her lips. Girls always feel especially sweet when they see boys working hard towards a goal that is related to them.

Besides, he did it so that she could experience the sweetness of tiptoeing.

At this point, An Nuan didn't want to offer any suggestions that could be made more easily. Firstly, she couldn't bring herself to say it, and if Liu Chang'an, that idiot, couldn't think of it, so be it. Secondly, she probably still liked the fact that he was doing such silly things for her.

After Liu Chang'an and Zhang Taole finished practicing, An Nuan suddenly asked with some doubt, "Lele, when you saw Liu Chang'an this morning, didn't you think he was a little taller than yesterday?"

There's no difference now compared to when we met this morning, but now An Nuan remembered that when she first saw Liu Chang'an this morning, she felt that he seemed to have grown a tiny bit taller.

Zhang Taole was joking around at the time and didn't observe carefully.

The person you see every day, the person you care about every day, the person you walk side by side with every day—when they turn their head, your gaze naturally and smoothly touches their eyebrows or the edge of their eyes; it all becomes a natural, habitual feeling.

"No, right?" Zhang Taole wasn't sure. "How would I know?"

For Zhang Taole, unless she hadn't seen Liu Chang'an for a long time and saw him again, and he had grown taller and looked significantly different from her preconceived notions, she might not be able to tell the difference.

"People are naturally taller in the morning, and I have indeed grown a few millimeters taller, plus you want me to grow taller, so that's what you think," Liu Chang'an explained.

"I never wanted you to grow taller, you're the one who wanted to grow taller." An Nuan denied it, but she couldn't help but tiptoe again. It was a habitual action of hers, but now she kept having these wild thoughts. An Nuan quickly leaned against the wall and raised her right leg to step on the wall.

"Can it really make you taller?"

Zhang Taole quickly and diligently practiced three more times. Although she hadn't completely memorized them, she tried her best. Liu Chang'an taught her the correct movements. For ordinary people, besides strengthening their bodies, these movements do indeed have some height-increasing effects for teenagers in the later stages of puberty, just not as obvious as his practice.

Back in his seat, Liu Chang'an casually placed the measuring tape on his desk, then sat up straight, closed his eyes, and mentally reconstructed An Nuan's body proportions.

Bai Hui sat down and looked at Liu Chang'an. She was thinking about how to ask him some questions in a way that would make it seem like she didn't care too much, but then she felt something was off. She held the book in front of her face and observed him out of the corner of her eye for a while, but still couldn't find anything wrong.

At this moment, Liu Chang'an opened his eyes and began to write and draw on the paper.

"Are you designing clothes?" Bai Hui asked in surprise. Liu Chang'an's drawing skills were absolutely first-rate. His design sketches did not resemble the style of modern designers. The reason why it was clear that he was focusing on the clothes rather than drawing An Nuan wearing beautiful clothes was because Liu Chang'an had marked a lot of size data on the clothes.

"Yes, I'm going to make a dress for An Nuan." Liu Chang'an smiled. "Remember to keep it a secret."

A surge of intense jealousy welled up inside Bai Hui, and she couldn't help but say, "Actually, girls still like lipsticks and designer clothes. You could buy Dior, Givenchy, or YSL lipsticks and cosmetics, or dresses from some girly brands."

"No, her tastes are different from yours," Liu Chang'an said casually. "As long as it's made by my own hands, she'll definitely like it."

Liu Chang'an's tone lacked the sweetness and boastfulness of lovers in the throes of new love, instead offering a bland, objective description, much like when explaining a problem. Bai Hui bit her lip, refusing to believe that An Nuan would like such handmade clothes. "Do you think you're a master tailor, specializing in custom-made clothes? Look at you, so capable!"

When it's her birthday, she'll definitely receive lots of lipsticks, cosmetics, and dresses. Who still makes their own clothes as gifts like a country bumpkin these days? Bai Hui opened her phone and silently looked at her favorites. These are the things girls love most!

The arrogant Liu Chang'an!