The measured dimension increased by 3.21.

Saint-Lia is not open to new students until they have officially reported and attended summer camp.

After a few hasty morning exercises of 200 push-ups and a 20km run in the youth hostel, I spent my days eating and sleeping, indulging in a decadent routine. The day to measure my school uniform size arrived quickly.

Following the instructions in the enrollment guide, Lin Xue deliberately wore clothes that were easy to take off.

Because the school uniform is a high-necked, fitted style, similar to royal dress or military uniform, it's necessary to take the measurements without the clothes on so that the perfect fit can accentuate the body's curves.

However, it seems that none of his clothes are easy for him to take off.

He used to frequently need emergency wound cleaning and bandaging, which made him accustomed to wearing clothes that were easy to put on and take off.

Arriving at the tailor's shop and queuing, Lin Xue saw many freshmen deliberately dressed in elaborate and ornate clothes. She easily discerned the subtle intentions behind their attire.

When making their first appearance in front of other freshmen, no one wanted to dress plainly and comfortably and be looked down upon.

Most people brought out their best clothes, the ones they had kept hidden away.

After all, once the school uniforms are finished, there won't be another chance for them to wear their own clothes in front of other students. This may be their last chance to showcase their unique fashion sense.

Taking school uniform measurements was done in the fitting room, with a tailor and assistant of the same gender working together. For the girls, Alves' wife, Nonia, took the measurements.

On the boys' side, Alves was an elderly man over seventy years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He had a stern face when he worked, looking very serious, sometimes telling people to raise their hands and sometimes telling them to put them down, like he was adjusting a robot.

The boys who were having their school uniform measurements taken were so frightened that they froze like statues.

"Don't tense your muscles so much! The measurements will be wrong!" the old man scolded, patting the person on the back.

As a result, the boys tensed their backs even more in fear.

In the end, the old man could only grumble and measure it again several times.

The people in front of me finally finished.

"You, come here." The old man opened the door and saw Lin Xue sitting calmly to the side. "Take off your clothes."

Lin Xue walked into the fitting room alone and quickly took off her clothes.

"Have you ever been a male model?" the old man asked as he measured her.

The boy's muscles were a thin layer, and you could even feel his pulse beating underneath.

"No."

"You have a great figure."

"Finally, I've met someone who can pull off my designs." The old man was very pleased. He took out the design drafts on the table and said, "You look exactly like my designs."

"Moreover, the shape of the muscles is also very beautiful. They are thin but powerful. When they move, the bulge can support the clothes in a suitable curve. Others are either too thin and skinny or too strong, making them look clumsy, like a wild bull."

"His body proportions are great too. Broad shoulders, slim waist, and legs that are longer than my life."

"Would you be interested in being my clothes model in the future?" The old man, fearing Lin Xue might misunderstand, quickly added, "I won't use you for free; you'll get paid."

"don't want."

"Then let me use your body to make a mold."

"no."

The old man sighed regretfully, "That's such a pity. Such a beautiful body, it's such a waste that she's not a model."

"If you change your mind, let me know anytime."

"The modeling industry needs people like you who were born to be models."

Is it a waste for someone with a good figure not to be a model? Lin Xue doesn't think so.

His past fighting talent confined his childhood, adolescence, and youth to the small cage of his family.

His talent, ironically, made him less free.

Now, he has finally escaped the cage that his talent had created, and what he wants to do for the rest of his life is simply a matter of his own preferences.

"Let me measure your height." The old man said, gesturing for Lin Xue to take off her shoes and stand on the height and weight measuring machine.

"188".

"Not bad, not bad." The old man wrote down the numbers on the paper.

The form listed everyone's height and weight, as well as the measurements taken earlier, including bust, waist, hip circumference, arm span, shoulder width, and other body dimensions.

Westerners are generally tall, but Lin Xuele's height is still considered exceptional.

"Young man, you're a bit too thin. Eat more!" The old man frowned as he looked at Lin Xue's weight. "Someone with a bit of muscle like you should at least raise your BMI to 21 or higher! Otherwise, you'll easily get injured."

Lin Xue wanted to do it too, but he couldn't.

Each meal was just a routine for him, like taking medicine, to complete the task and avoid developing stomach problems from hunger, which would prevent his body from functioning properly.

If nutrients could be injected into his body with a needle, or poured in like engine oil, he might be much stronger than he is now.

"Okay, once the school uniform is finished, it will be sent to your home."

"Also, your name will be sewn on the lining of your school uniform and on your socks."

"If the size doesn't fit when it arrives, you can bring it here to be altered."

Because of Lin Xue's great figure, Alves unusually spoke to him gently and carefully, explaining some things to be careful about.

After taking her school uniform measurements, Lin Xue waited a long time, but the school uniform that was delivered was a women's uniform.

It felt like someone was playing a prank on me.

The school uniform collar was tied with a bow, and the white shirt had enough space in the chest area, as if to take care of an Omega who was weaning from breastfeeding. The pleated skirt reached a hand above the knee, and below the skirt were lace suspender pantyhose, which was quite wicked.

It also feels different from the crisp texture of the boys' school uniform; it's as smooth as silk, like someone's hand gently caressing your body.

Does the other person think I know how to dress?

When Lin Xue arrived at Alvis's tailor shop, utterly speechless, intending to make an exchange, she learned that the old man had gone out for further studies that day.

Lin Xue, carrying the school uniform that had been deliberately given to her by mistake, knocked on the chairman's door.

As if they had been waiting for a long time, a clear voice rang out from inside the door: "Please come in~"

It was a light, cheerful sound that slid upwards along the scale at the end of the note, with an overly sweet tone, like a mollusk reaching out its tentacles and searching for food.

Lin Xue discovered that the door was not closed; it was slightly ajar.

He pushed open the door.

A man exuding an air of "Come look at me!" and a flamboyant, ostentatious demeanor, had one leg propped up on the crossbar under a chair some distance away, while his other leg was bent and resting on the edge of an office swivel chair.

When he opened the door, he pushed the table and turned the swivel chair toward him, scrutinizing him like an interviewer examining a job applicant.

"Hey kid, what brings you here? Is there something you need?" He spoke in a completely innocent tone, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

"Are you very free?" Lin Xue asked coldly.

The chairman asked with a smile, "How do you know?"

"Is the chairman's job to draw on admission notices and deliberately switch out other people's school uniforms?"

"This is my special love for you~ (heart)"

"Don't be fooled by the fact that I don't do anything in the office all day; I'm actually quite busy."

Whether you're free or not depends on who you're dealing with.

"I will always have time for you."

"It's snowing. How was it? Did you receive the autographed drawing I sent you?"

Are you satisfied with your new life in St. Leeds?

Lin Xue didn't have time to argue with anyone, so she placed the girls' school uniform in front of the other person:

"The wrong school uniform was sent."

"Oh dear, what should I do?" The other person pretended to be troubled and thought about it. "I think you're such a pretty girl, why don't you just wear the girls' school uniform? It'll be the same."

"Maybe no one will be able to tell you're a boy, and they might even mistake you for the school beauty of St. Lydia?"

"Stop talking nonsense and change it for me." Lin Xue shoved the school uniform in her hand in front of the other person.

Lin Xue felt that the other party was completely lying through their teeth.

Although he is good-looking, he is definitely not the androgynous type.

Seeing that his painstakingly crafted prank was easily dismissed with a single sentence, the chairman was somewhat displeased: "You've already received it, aren't you going to give it a try?"

"Wearing women's clothes is a completely different feeling from wearing men's clothes."

"You'll fall in love with it once you wear it..."

"If you like women's clothing so much, why don't you wear it yourself?" Lin Xue laughed sarcastically.

To Lin Xue's surprise, the chairperson suddenly transformed into a mature woman dressed in a St. Lily girls' school uniform, and affectionately blew her a kiss: "If you think it's unfair that I'm the only one making you wear women's clothes, then I can wear them too."

"You like hot, mature women like this?"

"Still such a petite and adorable little girl?" Her big, blinking eyes completely betrayed her previous appearance.

"If I became the way you like me, would you be gentler with me?"

The chairman was getting close to Lin Xue, as if he wanted to cling to her.

"No, I'll only want to hit you more." Lin Xue pushed the person away with a look of disgust.

Upon hearing this, the chairman finally reverted to his original self, shrugging helplessly: "That's such a pity."

Lin Xue's lips curled into a mocking smile: "The thought that beneath the appearance of such a beautiful and lovely woman lies the soul of a disgusting man like you makes me feel utterly disgusted."

"Was that book I was reading on the train also written by you?"

"How did you figure that out?" The chairman smiled with great interest.

"It's full of disgusting wishful thinking, treating everyone except yourself as a plaything for your amusement. As long as you're happy, you can do whatever you want with the characters. Only you, Lord Evil God, could do something so tasteless."

"Humans are selfish, how can the suffering of others compare to one's own happiness?" the chairman said righteously. "Don't think that just because I am an evil god, I am nothing more than a collection of your evil thoughts. Without the evil in you, how could I exist?"

"What did I do to offend you? Why do you have such a big problem with me? If I remember correctly, this is the first time we've met, right?" The chairman imitated the pitiful and innocent little white flower from an old Taiwanese drama.