83.
During the third week after officially starting classes, Zhou Mengyu’s teacher gave him a friendly gift out of the blue.
Zhou Mengyu could almost be considered the teacher’s disciple. The teacher, a man, had spent half his life studying cheongsams[mfn]is a Chinese dress worn by women which takes inspiration from the qizhuang[/mfn] and had been teaching for so many years before finally finding Zhou Mengyu, who shared the same passion for cheongsam research and had a sharp mind.
Recently, the city held a cheongsam fashion show, the name was subtle, but, to put it bluntly, it was just a competition among new cheongsam designers.
The teacher had been following this competition for quite a while; there were whispers about it six months ago, yet it was only now that it was finally held.
He immediately signed up his favorite disciple without hesitation.
While Zhou Mengyu was happily holding a watermelon slice and digging into it, he received the news.
A message popped up on WeChat, covering the game live stream he was watching. He shook his hand, and the scoop of watermelon he had just dug out fell onto the bedsheet.
Zhou Mengyu let out two groans in succession.
One was for his bedsheet, and the other was for his precious free time being wasted preparing for another competition.
84.
Zhou Mengyu really liked cheongsams.
When it comes to more direct body proportions, he did appreciate Western women more, but Asian women had one unique quality. Their beauty was always waiting to be discovered, and even endless; a subtle and hazy beauty, as if veiled.
This wasn’t against women showing off their bodies more directly. Zhou Mengyu will certainly take a second look when he sees a hot girl in shorts and a tank top on the street.
He meant that the hazy beauty he was referring to was artistic and offered more room for manipulation, from the perspective of a fashion designer.
Hence, the cheongsam.
Liang Pei wasn’t surprised when he learned that he liked cheongsams.
Although Zhou Mengyu wouldn’t say it, seeing him wouldn’t immediately make someone think he was suited for the cheongsam. but if he were to say something, one would think. wow, he really does suit it.
Zhou Mengyu’s appearance wasn’t the sharp and striking kind of beauty; It was very Eastern.
Said Eastern beauty was currently selecting fabrics, having just returned from a trip to the market with his teacher in the morning, holding a large stack of fabric samples in his hands.
“I’m seerious, think about it, let your sister be a model for me, and I’ll pay her.” Zhou Mengyu said, pulling a piece of cloth, without looking at Liang Pei.
Liang Pei’s voice was emotionless, “How do you usually find models?”
“Depends on the competition. Some competitions don’t allow you to find models in advance. If you can, you usually contact a modeling agency and then go there to pivk them.”
Liang Pei didn’t know what he was thinking, but he agreed, “I’ll ask her if she’s free.”
85.
The sister was a senior this year and didn’t plan on pursuing postgraduate studies. Her university life was as leisurely as the New Year’s break, so she must have plenty of free time.
Zhou Mengyu couldn’t help but show his surprise upon seeing the sister for the first time. Based on Liang Pei’s description, he had mentally pictured his sister as eithre a cold, aloof beauty or a gentle and approachable older sister.
He thought he had covered all bases with these two vastly different mental images.
However, when he heard Liang Pei call the girl walking towards them “sister,” he was taken aback. She had long, wavy chestnut-colored hair, a crop top with a black strap, and a long casual pants that could be unbottoned on both sides. Her makeup was quite heavy, making her overall appearance quite striking.
Zhou Mengyu hesitated for a moment; he had initially thought that Liang Pei’s sister was only a year older than him and could easily be treated as friends, but then…
“Sister.” Zhou Mengyu obediently called out following Liang Pei.
Damn, her aura was too strong; indeed, she shared a certain resemblance with Liang Pei.
Liang Pei didn’t know why he laughed, introducing his roommate with a smiling voice, “This is my roommate, Zhou Mengyu.”
Then his arm brushed against Zhou Mengyu, “This is my sister, Liang Hui.”
86.
His sister had a very good personality, unlike Liang Pei who was quiet, especially when dealing with Zhou Mengyu, who was such a little beauty.
His sister tugged at the metal chain on her shoulder, “I came dressed to show off my figure specifically so you could see if I’m suitable. The pants can also be torn open.”
She then waved her hand dramatically, and the sound of a series of buttons popping off could be heard. One leg of the pants had turned into a piece and hung down, revealing Liang Hui’s slender legs. She looked at Zhou Mengyu, “What do you think?”
Zhou Mengyu choked slightly, looking pleadingly at Liang Pei.
Liang Pei felt a bit helpless, reaching out to cover Zhou Mengyu’s eyes, “Put it back on.”
The older sister shrugged nonchalantly, casually fastening the two top buttons, too lazy to fasten the ones below.
Zhou Mengyu kept praising Liang Pei’s sister for her great figure and how well-suited she was for modeling.
His sister smiled, squinting her eyes as she glanced at Zhou Mengyu and then at Liang Pei.
As the three of them went together to the teacher’s studio, his sister lightly poked Liang Pei’s waist and whispered, “Really a straight guy?”
Liang Pei sighed impatiently, “Just be a good model and stay out of trouble.”
The older sister pouted, letting out a long “tsk,” her tone dripping with disdain. “Come on, young master, do you think I don’t know why you called me here? First, you’d be jealous if it were any other girl. Second, if I come, you’d have a reason to come along. Third… I haven’t though of a third yet. Is there a third?”
Liang Pei remained silent for a while.
“Keep an eye on him for me; he doesn’t like to eat when he’s busy.”
87.
The studio had many cheongsams.
Liang Hui looked like the kind of person who never thought she would ever wear a cheongsam. Her usual style was that of a sexy girl, and she stared at a cheongsam with heavy embriodery but didn’t dare touch it.
Zhou Mengyu quickly came over and said, “Sister, you have such good taste. This is my most satisfying piece. The embroidery was done by an expert that my teacher found for me. My own skills weren’t good enough.”
The older sister then tentatively touched it, asking, “Did you design all of these?”
“Of course not, this shelf belongs to me, the others belong to the teachers,” Zhou Mengyu said.
The sister was so impressed that she gave him a thumbs up.
“Why don’t you try this one on?” Zhou Mengyu suggested. “I also want to see how you and the cheongsam can match better. Everyone has their own characteristics, and an important function of a fashion designer is to make every style of clothing suitable for the model.”
“How much will we have to pay if this gets torn?” Liang Hui asked
“I can fix it if it gets torn, don’t worry.” Zhou Mengyu smiled, his eyes narrowed.
The older sister took the cheongsam inside to change, leaving only Liang Pei and Zhou Mengyu in the room.
Zhou Mengyu was cleary much more relaxed and leaned close to Liang Pei’s ear to whisper, “You sister was actually this type, she has such a strong aura, does she have a boyfriend?”
Liang Pei didn’t actually know either. “I’m not sure. She usually doesn’t say anything until she’s completely decided.”
What did it mean to be completely decided?
“When you’re planning to get married.”
Zhou Mengyu was taken aback. “Wow, that’s pretty cool.”
Liang Pei didn’t take it seriously. “It’s alright, I’m about the same. I won’t tell them unless I’m sure.”
“You only call it commitment if you have plans to get married?” Zhou Mengyu looked at him
Liang Pei also looked at him.
“Pretty much.”
Liang Pei to his sister: I want to marry this one *points to ‘straight’ Zhou Mengyu*
