On Saturday, Zhao Mei and Qiu Jiahe, who had a full week of classes, finally had a chance to rest. They had originally agreed to go to the west gate, but ended up lying on the bed and didn't want to move. It was all thanks to Zhao Jing who woke them up one by one.
The two of them sat at the table like zombies, staring at each other and laughing so hard that Qiu Jiahe directly laughed at the microphone: "Meili, you've become a fried chicken!"
Zhao Mei glanced at her and said, "Some people don't even look in the mirror before going out. Hurry up and eat. Stop making jokes. If you don't go out soon, you'll be stuck in traffic again at noon."
"Okay, okay, I got it. I'll definitely do it as soon as possible."
"But Jiahe, what kind of role are you going to play? Can I give you some advice?"
"It's about a transgender girl who thinks she's a boy but is biologically a girl, and she falls in love with a transgender boy."
"That's quite twisted. What kind of scene would you wear this outfit in?"
"It was the scene of two people meeting for the first time. They shared an apartment and had only been chatting online before. They met for the first time when they moved in."
Qiu Jiahe paused, thinking for a moment, "Because this is our first meeting, and because we're of different genders, I think she wants to hide it and not let others see the difference. But her male identity doesn't allow her to completely hide it, so I'd rather find something with a slightly masculine feel but still based on women's clothing."
Zhao Mei considered the information in her mind for a moment. "This kind of design is hard to find. Don't you have uniform costumes?"
Qiu Jiahe shook his head. "No, in order to get into the role, the main actors usually choose the costumes themselves for original productions. But for classic productions, we only need to choose the accessories."
Zhao Mei nodded in understanding. "That's a good idea indeed. Clothing style can help people understand a person's personality. So we can only hope that the personal designers at Ximenkou can work harder."
It was getting late after they finished speaking, so Zhao Mei and Qiu Jiahe could only hurriedly finish the last two mouthfuls of their meal, change their clothes, and take a car out.
Ximenkou Market, although the name sounds very rustic, is a very famous fashion street in the capital. However, it is more of a gathering place for ground floor shops between residential communities than a street, and there are many winding alleys around it.
There are dozens of designer brands here. Since many girls choose to go shopping here, there are also many milk tea and bakery shops. It is also a very prosperous street.
After getting off the car at the market entrance, they looked ahead and saw that there were already quite a few people. They had no choice but to rush in to pick out clothes. Since most of the clothes here were personal brands, the quantity of goods was usually very small. If they didn't get there early, they would all be picked up by others.
The style of each brand can be seen on the doorhead, some are pink, some are black and white, some are colorful, and some are minimalist.
Zhao Mei and Qiu Jiahe walked around half the street but couldn't find anything suitable. There were few neutral-style items, and even fewer with a gender-blending feel. They were so tired that they could only find a coffee shop to sit down.
"Beautiful, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack at this rate. There's really nothing that tastes right."
"Indeed, it's either too feminine or too masculine, both are too sharp."
"Right, right, I'm so confused. And the sizes are too limited! What's the point? I'm not fat, right? No clothes have my size. Even personal brands are too ridiculous."
"To be honest, Jiahe, it wasn't until I went shopping with you today that I realized that someone like you, who I consider thin, would have trouble buying clothes. I thought I was the only one with this problem."
"How is that possible? This is still offline, so it's not that outrageous. At most, the sizes are out of stock, or they haven't been made. Online is outrageous. You don't know that I buy XXL clothes online and sometimes I can't wear them. I only wear 110!"
Qiu Jiahe kept complaining, and Zhao Mei was indeed speechless. Before, she was fat and had no fashion sense, so she dressed casually. Today, she came here with fashion sense, and seeing the works of these personal designers was hard to describe.
The strange lace sleeves, the weird back cut, and the bizarre design made Zhao Mei shake her head. This kind of thing would look good on a thin person, but if someone was a little fatter, it would probably show its true shape. No wonder there were not all sizes available.
Zhao Mei was holding a cup of coffee and listening to Miss Qiu Jiahe's long talk, but her eyes suddenly caught sight of an inconspicuous little shop hidden in the corner of an alley.
This small shop looked like it had a very small doorway. It was clearly on the side, but there was no protruding signboard. However, what attracted Zhao Mei was a girl with a tape measure hanging on her body. She looked like the owner, with several clothes hanging on her arms. She was arguing with the takeaway at the door.
Although those clothes looked like unfinished products, the design of the neckline and sleeves showed that they were made with great care. The style could not be seen, but this detail alone was enough to attract Zhao Mei.
Zhao Mei stared at the store called Qiu Jiahe: "Jiahe, stop eating, I think I found the clothes you want, let's go."
Before Qiu Jiahe could swallow the bagel he had just pulled out of his mouth, he said, "Mmm... beautiful... wait for me to have a sip..."
Qiu Jiahe, who nearly choked to death, was pulled away by Zhao Mei after swallowing the bagel: "What are you so excited about? Is it so attractive to you?"
Zhao Mei walked in front: "Yes, very attractive, my feeling should be right." Zhao Mei had just received the fashion mastery. Even if she didn't believe in her own aesthetics, she should believe in the system.
As they entered the target location, the system suddenly made a sound, further confirming Zhao Mei's judgment.
[Ding Dong! Detected the lucky character Xu Yan with a score of 93. Please check.]
Zhao Mei looked up at the doorhead. The design was very simple, with a beige background and the word "Tempo" written in cursive in the lower right corner.
"Tempo...speed? Rhythm?" Zhao Mei read it out.
"It's not English, it's Italian, Tempo, time." A voice interrupted her, a deeper female voice.
"I'm the store manager of Tempo, and I'm also the chief designer, pattern maker, and tailor. In short, I wear many hats. What's up, little sisters? Do you want to see some clothes?"
Only then did Zhao Mei have time to look at the person who came. He had short silver hair tied up in a bun, and a lot of black hair had grown on the top of his head. He was wearing denim overalls with a simple white short-sleeved shirt underneath.
Even though she was dressed simply and there were streaks of dirt on her face caused by unknown sources, it still couldn't hide the fact that she was a beautiful woman.
Zhao Mei was stunned for a moment before she said, "Ah... yes, I want to see some clothes."
The woman glanced her up and down. "Good taste. So does your friend."
Zhao Mei and Qiu Jiahe looked at each other and followed the woman into the store.
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