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"Bamei, I didn't see you just now, I only saw Fuximi."

"Where is he? We got separated."

Saitama hurriedly turned around and looked towards the direction where Fushimi Saruhiko was spotted earlier, "Huh? You were standing there just now, where is he?"

"Forget it, I can't find him. I'll wait for him to find me."

The little boy looked at Saitama unhappily.

Moreover, it is obvious that Misaki Hatta has an indistinguishable childlike appearance, and her body has not been stretched due to age, her appearance has not changed, and she has developed the kind of masculinity that only adult men have.

"A little bit."

No agreement.

"Hush." ​​Nakahara Chuya suddenly grabbed Saitama and hid in a corner where no one was around.

The lights on the ceiling suddenly dimmed, and then several beams of strong lights shone on the same place, and everyone else looked over subconsciously.

"Minasang."

The light beam shone on a man, wearing a white suit with blood-colored rubies on the cuffs, and a neatly folded red handkerchief in the breast pocket. He was full of blond hair and tall. He looked like he was from the west rather than a native of Yokohama.

He was alone in the narrow open space, spinning and dancing the solo waltz, gracefully like a prince walking out of an ancient picture scroll.

"Tonight, let's enjoy ourselves to the fullest."

"This beautiful lady, please dance with me."

The man took out the fox mask from his pocket, put it on his face, and stretched out his hand to the beautiful young lady.

Saitama, who was hiding in the corner, grabbed Nakahara Chuya's arm at once, "Chuya, that's him! But he seems to only like to dance with girls, and turns a blind eye to all the boys around him."

In Qiyu's eyes, almost all the dance floor is full of handsome men and beautiful women.

It's just that Fox Mask quickly changed his dance partners, all of them were beautiful ladies in beautiful tutu skirts or close-fitting cheongsams.

"I'm afraid there is no way to get close."

"I have a way."

Nakahara took Saitama's hand to stand up, walked quickly along the corner where no one was around, and soon found a dressing room dedicated to spare dresses.

Many people who come to the cruise ship have their own spare dresses, but the cruise ship still prepares some popular dresses according to the usual habits, dresses that can be worn by almost anyone, just in case something like that happens.

The dressing room is very large, and rows of dresses divide the dressing room into several parts.

The two teenagers bent their waists and quickly went to the women's clothing area.

"Saitama, you dress up as a girl, and I'll be your dance partner, and we'll get close to the fox mask together." Nakahara Chu also quickly stated his plan.

There are all kinds of women's dresses on the hangers, including western styles that need to be tied at the waist, close-fitting cheongsams, and large and beautiful kimonos.

Qiyu looked around one by one, looked back quickly, and poked Nakahara Chuya with his finger, "I don't look good in these, but you look good in them. You dress up as a girl, and I will be your male companion. Approaching the fox mask."

"You come."

"You come."

The two teenagers refused to give in, and neither of them thought about another possibility: they don't need to dress up as girls, they can ask other girls for help, or find other boys to dress up as girls.

Nakahara also picked up a gorgeous kimono embroidered with spring flowers, "Try wearing this."

"It's too short to show a lot of legs."

The orange-haired boy picked up the tutu again.

"I feel like I can't breathe if I have to tie my waist, and I don't know how those girls endure it."

Mr. Hat took one last look at the cheongsam.

"No, no, no, the split is almost to the waist."

In the end, after picking and choosing, the tutu skirt for girls turned out to be very suitable.

You don't need to corset your chest and waist like an adult woman, you just need to put it on very snugly, then put on a wig and a small decorative top hat, and finally make up.

Saitama sat on the bench, rubbing two fingers.

"Draw me a big black eye, don't let people recognize it."

"I'm good at makeup." Nakahara Zhong also felt that the cohabiting teenagers were a little underwhelmed by his own skills.

As a member of geniuses, Zhong Yuanzhong does not allow anything that he is not good at, even makeup skills.

As a matter of fact, although Nakahara Chuya didn't study it specifically, he did observe the mafia intelligence force at work and the camouflage courses of the Supernatural Secret Service Division by the way.

They can easily change their appearance and even their entire body with the help of various tools.

And now it's just a step-by-step makeup for Saitama, there is no technical difficulty at all.

"Close your eyes, I'm going to put on double eyelid stickers." Zhong Yuanzhong also held tweezers and pinched a small piece of adhesive tape.

Saitama obediently closed her eyes.

"Chuya, can putting on double eyelid stickers make the eyes bigger?"

"Well, open your eyes and let me see."

Saitama obediently opened her eyes.

At this time, the eyes that look very ordinary on weekdays finally look a little brighter, and then they put on fake eyelashes and beautiful mascara.

"Chuya, I want to see how I look."

Next to it is a big half-length mirror, but Saitama feels that he is wearing completely different clothes than usual, so he doesn't dare to turn around suddenly.

Saitama thought about her little mirror.

"Don't worry, it's beautiful."

Nakahara Chuya held a small brush in his hand and swept it over Saitama's face.

The boy's beautiful and flawless face is close at hand, and Saitama can see his own reflection in his pupils. His appearance looks gaudy, with teeth and claws, and he can't find beauty at all.

"Chuya, you still look good." Saitama whispered.

Although I ate and lived with him, went in and out with him, and saw his messy and unkempt appearance, no matter what his appearance was, he was very good-looking.

The talented young man is simply the darling of the world, he is so beautiful that there are no dead ends, and all the words to describe beauty are not against him at all.

He is the real male and female indistinguishable, he doesn't even need makeup, just change clothes, and he is a very beautiful lady.

"Open your mouth." Zhong Yuan was also concentrating.

"What is this, it's a little sticky."

"Lipstick."

"It feels so weird, is it red? I always feel that lipstick is unhygienic and poisonous." Saitama said what he had been thinking for a long time.

Those girls and boys who love beauty always dress themselves up beautifully, but Saitama always feels that lipstick looks dangerous and unsafe.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a cotton swab to help him modify the shape of his lips, and said in a low voice: "Don't let those young ladies hear this, they will be angry. Lipstick is very safe, and no one will make fun of their own life and health."

After applying the lipstick, Nakahara took a small brush and brushed it on Saitama's face many times.

When it was finally over, Chuya Nakahara turned the bench so that Saitama faced the half-length mirror in front of him.

"Open your eyes." Nakahara Chuya whispered, "It's very beautiful."

Makeup techniques are truly magical and can easily transform a person's face into a completely different radiant face.

Originally Saitama's ordinary face has now become an innocent and beautiful girl who was loved and loved in ancient Europe.

"Is it really good-looking?" When facing the mirror, Qiyu dared not look at it.

Chuya Nakahara pressed Saitama's shoulder and leaned into his ear, "Trust me."

Even if he is not confident in himself, Saitama has always been confident in Nakahara.

If you don't believe in yourself, then trust your companions.

The long eyelashes curled up like a small fan, and slowly opened like a small brush.

The person in the mirror also opened his eyes and saw the person outside the mirror.yes

"Is this really me?" Saitama stretched out his hand subconsciously.

The person in the mirror also stretched out his hand at the same time, staring at the person in the mirror dumbfounded.

I never thought I would look like this, and I never thought I could become like this.

Qiyu could hardly confirm that the person in the mirror was himself. He stood up, made various movements, and watched the person in the mirror move with him and make the same expression. The complicated emotions in his heart were simply overwhelming. It is beyond words.

"I always feel like it's not me."

"It's you."

Nakahara Chuya himself changed into a gentleman's suit, wore white gloves, knelt down on one knee, and stretched out his hand to the rest.

"Beautiful lady, can you dance with me?"

The young man who has not yet grown into an adult male has begun to take shape, and he sincerely and warmly invites the beautiful lady in front of him.

Saitama froze, "Chuya, how should I answer you?"

"No need to answer, you just need to put your hand in my palm."

"Oh."

The beautiful young lady stretched out her hand stiffly, then stared at the handsome boy who stood up slowly, and pulled him into her arms with a little effort.

"Chuya, I can't dance."

"Follow me."

"Oh."

In fact, even if Saitama followed suit temporarily, and even his body became light and weightless, he still stepped on Nakahara Chuya's feet frequently.

The body is so stiff that it doesn't seem to be his own. Even the simplest movements are just learned, and they will be forgotten in the next moment.

The locker room was not very big, and Qiyu was barking his teeth and claws, and almost knocked over the hanger several times.

Every time, the Central Plains also turned the tide.

"Zhongye, I can't learn."

At this time, Saitama finally remembered his apprentice, Nakajima Genos Atsushi often said such words, and now Saitama felt that feeling personally.

If you can't learn it, you really can't learn it.

"I'll take care of everything for you."

Nakahara Chuya said something to reassure Saitama, and pulled him away from the locker room.

The outside is still the same as when we left.

In the corner was a chubby cat, holding a goblet in its paws, drinking sips, belching from time to time, and watching people coming and going drunkenly.Hatta Misaki held a skateboard on her back like a conjuring, holding a plate of cakes, eating while looking at those masked people, trying to find Fushimi Saru Hiko.

After searching, he saw Saitama standing beside Nakahara Chuya.

The hot-tempered little boy came over aggressively, "You, you actually fell in love with another girl so quickly! Saitama will be sad if you do this!"

For some reason, he decided that the relationship between Saitama and Nakahara Chuya was higher than friendship.