Chapter 4

Su Yue froze.

Time seemed to stand still, everyone was petrified, and only a soft "smack" sound could be heard in an instant...

"It's over," Mike said, releasing Su Yue, their lips still connected by a thin strand of saliva.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Mike finally snapped out of his daze and muttered incredulously under his breath, "Holy crap..."

He turned to face his six teammates, who stared in disbelief, as if struck by lightning. One of them rubbed his eyes. "Captain, you still have drool on your lips..."

Mike quickly raised his hand and wiped the corner of his lips.

Su Yue noticed that the emotional "cotton" on everyone's heads had changed color: the threatening black-red had faded and been replaced by a look of astonishment.

Mike coughed, adopting the demeanor of a captain, and quickly salvaged the situation: "That's also a strategy, to humiliate him like a girl." He paused slightly, "If he were a girl, like a cheerleader, he wouldn't be a competitor to us."

The six team members were still dreaming: "Oh...oh..." "I see..."

Mike is the soul of the team, and he has a natural charisma in everyone's eyes. Even if the reasons are outrageous, the players will subconsciously support him.

But this happened so suddenly that everyone struggled to process it. Su Yue watched helplessly as the emotions above their heads shifted from a shocked green to a mocking yellow and then to an unfriendly black-red.

But what could he do? He had just exerted all his strength in the procedure and was now mentally exhausted, unable to hypnotize anyone anymore.

The team members persisted: "Wait, boss, can this pretty boy compare to the cheerleaders?"

"Exactly! He's a man, how can he wear a skirt?"

The cheerleaders are all young and beautiful, and with their flamboyant short skirts, they exude the unique hormones of youth, making them the most vibrant and eye-catching presence on the court.

How can you compare Su Yue, an art student who is completely powerless, to him?

"Why don't we make him wear a skirt to class from now on? To prove that he's not competing with us..." someone smirked.

"That's right! Don't come if you're not wearing them! Otherwise, our fists won't discriminate!" More people chimed in.

Su Yue was trembling with anger.

Mike suddenly felt a pang of pity and raised his hand to quell the situation: "Good idea. But you don't have to wear it every day, or you'll get kicked out as crazy." He turned to Su Yue, revealing his two canine teeth, "There's a party after the game tomorrow. Su Yue, do you dare wear a skirt?"

Su Yue bit her lip and endured the scolding.

For a normal boy like him, wearing a skirt once or many times is humiliating!

Mike coaxed, "If you dare to come, this matter will be wiped clean. I guarantee no one on the football team will bother you anymore." He glanced at the six men behind him, and they immediately echoed, "Okay, we'll do what the boss says!"

That annoying pretty boy deserves to be taught a lesson. The boss won't let me beat him up, so making him embarrass himself in a dress at a party full of beautiful women... isn't so bad.

Su Yue looked at the seven people.

The seven "bears" were eyeing him menacingly, as if they would beat him until he was hospitalized for half a year if he didn't comply.

Does he have the right to refuse?

No.

As the olive team members dispersed, Su Yue walked out of the art academy in a daze, staring at the blinding blue sky and white clouds, feeling a sense of absurdity.

He has always been kind to others since childhood, but now he has become the target of school bullying?

Martin and John came over: "Su Yue! Are you alright?"

Su Yue was furious: "I was cornered just now, and you two managed to escape quickly!"

Martin protested, feeling wronged: "It's not that I don't want to help! We're not in the same league as them, we have zero chance of winning even one-on-one. Look at my arm—" He rolled up his sleeve to show the bruises.

“Me too!” John rolled up his sleeves but couldn’t find the injury. A second later, he realized, “It’s on my head! I hit my head on the wall… Look at this bump!” He flicked his hair to show it, but a clump of dandruff fell out.

Su Yue: "..."

He was exhausted. He walked silently toward the school gate.

The two followed cautiously: "They didn't hit you, did they?"

Su Yue felt utterly hopeless: "...I didn't call. But I have to wear a skirt to the party tomorrow."

Martin and John were immediately outraged: "These bastards! That's too much!"

But besides cursing, they had no other options.

There were still 24 hours until the party. The two could only offer a feeble consolation: "Wearing a dress is better than getting beaten up..."

"Just think of it as cosplay. You're fair-skinned and slim, you'd actually be quite suitable for dressing up as a woman..."

"Ouch! Su Yue, you actually hit someone!"

The next day, John pulled a school uniform skirt out of his bag and handed it to him: "Here, take it. You're welcome—I begged my older sister for it; I promised to give her two sets of game skins."

Su Yue hesitated.

John clicked his tongue and said, "For your own good! Girls' school uniform skirts are below the knee, it's safe. Do you want to wear those super short skirts like cheerleaders' skirts, where your butt gets exposed after a few steps?"

Su Yue grabbed her skirt and angrily stuffed it into her schoolbag.

After school, Mike found Su Yue, stuffed a note with the party address into his school uniform pocket, and said with a threatening smile, "Remember to come, Su Yue—I'm looking forward to it."

Su Yue gave a forced smile, but in his heart he had already cursed the entire olive team.

Mike still seemed uneasy: "Do you want me to pick you up? I have a driver's license now."

"No need," Su Yue refused firmly. "I will be there on time."

At 6 p.m., a small party began at the home of Thomas, a local rich kid.

Thomas is a sophomore at Horton High School, in the same class as Mike. He's tall, but his basketball skills are mediocre. Fortunately, his family is wealthy and often sponsors the school team, which has earned him a substitute player status. Naturally, he's in charge of organizing post-game celebration parties like this.

Thomas was having a blast. He wasn't short of money; the party featured the school's most outstanding football team and the most beautiful cheerleaders. The music was energetic, the fruit wine was sweet, and it was the perfect occasion to unleash youthful hormones.

Moreover, he heard that there was an extra entertainment program tonight—a certain art freshman who overestimated himself and challenged the authority of the school team, after being taught a lesson, had to come dressed as a woman to "apologize".

Ladyboy show? Thomas chuckled at the idea. He'd never been to Thailand, so this would be a good opportunity to broaden his horizons.

Soon, the rugby team and cheerleading squad were basically all present.

Team leader Mike was chatting and laughing with Mira and Isabel, and the party atmosphere was heating up under the influence of low-alcohol drinks and DJ music.

Thomas looked around the room, feeling a little itchy as he remembered the "show" hadn't started yet. Just then, the doorbell rang.

The music inside was deafening, but no one paid any attention. Only his cell phone in his pocket was buzzing and vibrating because it was connected to his home's access control system.

"Tch, the door's unlocked, just come in!" he grumbled, but still went to open the door.

Thomas was stunned when the door opened.

A beautiful woman I'd never seen before stood outside the door.

She wore no makeup, had delicate features, a tall figure, and neat, short silver hair; she was both beautiful and cool.

Although her bust line was flat and her knee-length skirt was a bit conservative, her slender waist and long legs, coupled with her restrained yet slightly melancholic eyes, gave her a unique charm.

Thomas's heart pounded: "Who...are you?" The cheerleading squad is recruiting new members?

The other person glanced at him indifferently: "Is Mike here?"

That smoky voice...so sexy! Thomas felt like Cupid had shot his heart through the heart.

The more he looked into those mournful eyes, the more alluring they became, and he was momentarily stunned.

The other person frowned: "I'm asking you."

Thomas swallowed hard and obediently pointed to the living room: "It's...it's inside."

The other person walked in without looking back, their back view as swift as the wind, both cool and dashing.

Thomas paused for a few seconds before realizing he hadn't asked for the name, and quickly chased after him.