Getting Wu Changkong to Wear a Skirt

Xue Wu snorted from the side. "Stop making excuses. Your talent is just a notch worse. There's nothing embarrassing about admitting it."

"I don't think gaining two levels in three months will be a problem for me. Two months might even be enough."

Shui Yue'er immediately protested. "Who are you calling less talented? My innate soul power may not be as high as my sister's, but it's still rank seven. What rank are you?"

"Eight."

"What's so great about eight?" Shui Yue'er jumped up. "It's only one rank higher. You—"

"Yue'er, stop arguing. Talent or no talent, we'll see the results in three months."

Xue Wu raised a brow, her smile unchanged. "Then I'll be sure to take a good look at your talent then. Whoever loses has to call the other big sister."

"Fine, let's do it. Who's afraid of who?"

With that, Shui Yue'er huffed and turned her head away.

Before the four of them even reached the storeroom door, Shui Yue'er was hit by the mixed stench and sneezed twice in succession.

The door stood open. Wooden bookshelves stretching from floor to ceiling lined all four walls, crammed with all kinds of textbooks, lesson plans, and scrolls wrapped in kraft paper.

Dozens of bundles of new textbooks tied with hemp rope were neatly stacked on the floor. Several long tables stood by the windows, piled high with brand-new school uniforms. A few girls were lined up, receiving new dresses from a female teacher.

The teacher looked to be in her early forties. She was slightly plump, with a round face and a naturally pleasant smile at the corners of her mouth. She looked gentle and amiable, the complete opposite of Ling Shuang.

"Wow, this dress is so pretty!" A girl near the front of the uniform line shook out her new dress.

Several girls immediately gathered around her, chattering excitedly as they discussed it.

"The material's nice too. It's so smooth to the touch. It'll definitely be cool to wear in summer."

"Are there no trousers? Is it all skirts?"

"I think there are skorts, but they still have skirts on the outside. After all, this is a girls' academy."

Shui Yue'er stood on tiptoe and glanced over there, then nudged Xue Wu beside her with an elbow. "Hey, what do you think Wu Changkong would look like in one of our skirts?"

Xue Wu raised a brow and swept her gaze over Wu Changkong from head to toe, as though the image had already formed in her mind.

"Now that you mention it, with that face and white hair of his, a skirt really wouldn't look out of place on him. Dress him up a little, and no one would recognize him as a guy."

"Right? Right? And his waist is pretty slim too. He'd definitely look good with a belt!"

"You two," Shui Bing'er said helplessly, "that's enough."

"Sis, aren't you curious?"

"Not at all."

"Really?" Shui Yue'er tilted her head suspiciously. "Then why do you look so curious?"

Wu Changkong stood behind the three girls and heard every word of their conversation.

This was the worst thing about entering Heavenwater Academy.

He walked up to the round-faced teacher and asked, "Teacher, do you have uniforms for boys?"

The round-faced teacher was searching through a pile of boxes with her head lowered. Hearing him, she looked up, her gaze landing on Wu Changkong.

She froze for a moment before asking uncertainly, "You're a boy?"

"Yes."

"Ah! You're the one everyone's been talking about these past few days... Wu, Wu something Kong? The one who made that kid from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family kneel and cough up blood with one move?"

"My name is Wu Changkong."

"Ah, right! Wu Changkong!" The round-faced teacher's smile grew even brighter, and she even reached out to pat him on the shoulder. "Good kid, you've brought honor to our academy."

"You have no idea, those people from Thunderclap Academy have had their noses stuck so high in the air. This time, you brought them down with one sword strike. Who knows how many people were cheering."

"He only wanted a spar, that's all. Teacher, are there boys' uniforms in this batch?"

"Boys' uniforms? Oh dear, there really aren't any."

The round-faced teacher shook her head, looking quite helpless. "Our academy has stood for hundreds of years and has never accepted a male student. Our uniforms have always only come in girls' styles."

"But don't worry. The dean specifically had some made two days ago. They'll be ready for pickup in a few days. For now, just wear your own clothes to class. I'll have someone deliver the new uniform to your dorm later."

"Thank you, Teacher." Wu Changkong had just breathed a sigh of relief when Shui Yue'er's voice sounded behind him.

"No need, no need. Our Kongkong can just wear a skirt."

As she spoke, she walked up, casually picked up a girls' uniform dress from the table, and held it open against Wu Changkong. She tilted her head and examined him for a second before nodding solemnly.

"Mm, the waist is about right, and the length fits too."

"Teacher, how about letting him take a girls' uniform to wear for now?"

"Exactly," Xue Wu chimed in. "We're all sisters here. Wearing a skirt isn't a big deal."

"Anyway, we wouldn't laugh at him. At least not in the classroom."

"You two have had enough."

Wu Changkong's face burned from their teasing.

Wu Changkong was usually so cold and expressionless that the contrast only made Shui Yue'er laugh harder.

At the same time, Shui Bing'er finally failed to hold it in and laughed.

Wu Changkong looked at Shui Bing'er's smile. Ever since he had known her, she had always worn a cool and composed expression.

She looked beautiful when she smiled.

"You... smiled."

Shui Bing'er froze slightly, then quickly suppressed her smile.

"Hurry up and get the books. The teacher and the others are getting impatient."

Shui Yue'er gave an "oh." "Congratulations, you made my sister laugh. Usually, it's hard even for me to get her to smile."

"Yue'er..." Shui Bing'er shot her a reproachful glare, then said to Wu Changkong, "Ignore her. Let's hurry and move them."

"Alright."

Wu Changkong picked up a bundled stack of textbooks from the floor and strode toward the door.

"I'll take these books back first."

"Hey, the books aren't all moved yet. There are three stacks, and you've only taken one."

The round-faced teacher watched the few of them and sighed. "It's good to be young."

Back in the classroom, Ling Shuang handed out the books and uniforms.

Wu Changkong looked over the four or five books. They included Douluo history, the functions and classifications of martial souls, techniques for using soul skills, types of soul beasts...

There were more than twice as many books to study twenty thousand years later.

Ling Shuang stood at the podium, her gaze sweeping over the class. "Everyone has all their books and uniforms, right?"

"No—" the whole class answered in unison.

"Mm." Ling Shuang nodded slightly. "Class monitor, your uniform won't be ready for pickup for a few more days. Wear your own clothes to class for now."

"Yes, Teacher."

Ling Shuang adjusted her glasses, picked up the roster, and flipped to the last page, which was densely filled with dorm assignments.

She glanced at it and cleared her throat. "Alright, we'll start assigning dorms now."

The moment she said that, the classroom atmosphere shifted from solemn to lively.

Dorm assignments directly determined who they would wake up with, wash up with, and secretly chat with after lights-out every day for the next few years. To some, it was even more important than class placement.

Shui Yue'er lowered her voice. "Changkong, it'd be great if you were assigned to live with us."

"Huh? Then wouldn't I... be sleeping with you girls?"