Still... wearing a suit in this heat was a bit much.
Chi Ning took off his vest and draped it over his arm, undoing a few buttons at his collar as well.
Chen Mingxian asked, "Isn't your competition going to be on TV?"
Chi Ning pondered for a while before hesitantly saying, "I think so."
"Then how can you dress like this? You look like a little old man." Chen Mingxian frowned. "Why are you dressed exactly like your grandfather?"
Chi Ning: ...
Was it really that bad, Mom?
"It's just an amateur competition. There's no need to dress so formally, and it's way too hot."
Chen Mingxian clicked her tongue. For the first time, she felt that her clever younger son was truly beyond teaching.
"You're dressed too formally. What teenager wears a three-piece suit? Even your father doesn't dress like that."
Chen Mingxian took the little vest from Chi Ning's arm and tossed it aside. Then she opened the wardrobe and took out a short-sleeved shirt, a pair of casual suit shorts, and two black straps.
Chi Ning picked up the thing that looked suspiciously like it went around his thighs. "Mom, this is...?"
"Shirt stays." Chen Mingxian brushed back her hair and teased him with interest. "Don't you have to bend over when you play? If you don't have these holding your shirt down, it'll ride up the moment you bend over."
Though Chen Mingxian did not say it aloud, Chi Ning could still read six words on her face—That would look awful.
Chi Ning stood there numbly while Chen Mingxian fussed over him from head to toe.
When he put on those shirt stays that looked suspiciously like thigh straps, he nearly thought he was not going to a competition, but heading onstage to become a