Get your pheromones

The cultural festival of No. [-] Middle School was a week later, because class ten had less rehearsal time than other classes for nearly a month, so this week, everyone in class ten was in a hurry to finish all the props within a week.

And several actors used almost all their rest time to rehearse every day, Rong Shiyi finally paid a heavy price for the half hour he slept in class.

On Friday, after finishing the second class in the afternoon, all the actors set off to the rest room of the tenth program group.

Rong Shiyi was playing basketball with his friends. When he was drinking water at the end of the game, he received a call from Su Jinyou, urging him to go to the waiting room to get ready.

It was only then that he remembered that there was such a thing.

Yeah,? It's time for him to wear a skirt.

In fact, the skirt prepared for him by the squad leader arrived a long time ago, but Rong Shiyi has always refused to try it on, but she survived the first day of the junior high school but not the fifteenth day. What should come still has to come.

Rong Shiyi sighed heavily.

He turned around and shouted:

"Gouzi, let's go and prepare for the show."

Song Ci just snatched the ball from Xiao Lin, when he heard that he threw the ball to Yang Zhao, he replied:

"coming."

Yang Zhao made a three-pointer, followed curiously, and inquired about the news by the way:

"Brother Rong, I heard that your show is Sleeping Beauty? Do you want to take part too? Playing the prince?"

This matter can't be mentioned, as soon as Rong Shiyi is mentioned, he becomes a cat whose tail is pulled,?

"Why are you so curious? Hit your ball."

In order to maintain mystery and surprises, everyone in class ten kept their mouths shut and didn't reveal any news about their Princess Alpha, making outsiders extremely curious.

Yang Zhao didn't hear the emotion in Rong Shiyi's words at this time, and guessed with a smile:

"Oh, brother Rong, let me tell you. Is Su Jinyou playing Sleeping Beauty? Give me a chance to be courteous. I'm going to order flowers now, and I'll be there just before the tenth class starts."

"I advise you to save your time." Rong Shiyi rolled his eyes.

Xiao Lin couldn't be happier, but he can't spoil it in advance, so he can only kindly remind Yang Zhao:

"Yuzi is playing a witch, the makeup is probably so that you can't recognize it, so forget it."

"Damn!" Yang Zhao was dissatisfied:

"Even grapefruit can't play the princess? Is there an Omega prettier than her in your class? I'd like to see which goblin can crush my Su Jinyou."

This is true, and the words touch the heart.

Rong Shiyi couldn't listen anymore, and was just about to scold him, but was turned around by Song Ci's arms:

"gone."

Rong Shiyi swallowed the words that came to his lips.

The two of them walked back shoulder to shoulder along the path beside the playground. On the way, the more Rong Shiyi thought about it, the more he collapsed:

"I'll go, if I really go to school today, can't I just die in the company?"

"Have you died less often?" Song Ci's words were comforting to some extent.

"Yeah, the last time I was dragged by someone to do radio exercises in front of the whole school."

Rong Shiyi snorted coldly, then said sullenly:

"It's different this time. Not only will I be published in the school newspaper this time, but I will also be nailed to the pillar of shame of the third lieutenant colonel."

Song Ci was amused by him, and seeing that he was really depressed, he rubbed his hair:

"It's okay, Rong Rong has to have confidence in her beauty, you will definitely overwhelm all the princesses in the audience tonight, you are the most beautiful boy in the princess world."

"Come on, you." Rong Shiyi pushed him.

Class [-]'s lounge is in the basement classroom of the teaching building. They borrowed the space from the dance club. Once they entered, there were props and costumes all over the floor, and a few girls were helping with makeup.

Seeing the arrival of the two leading actors, Yun Qingqing hurriedly pulled them to the specially hired makeup artist, then looked at the two, and asked:

"Which one of you will transform first?"

"Song Ci first." Rong Shiyi pulled Song Ci to the front, and he wanted to make more mental preparations.

"Alright then, Xiaohong, go and change your clothes first."

Yun Qingqing had no objection, but just handed him a big bag with a pink skirt poking out of it.

Rong Shiyi was stunned for two seconds, then immediately pushed the bag back, and sat obediently on the chair:

"Then let me transform first."

The makeup artist is a cool young lady, she glanced at Rong Shiyi's hair and boasted:

"Nice color."

"thank you."

The two of them chatted with each other, and the younger sister had never painted male A with female makeup, which was very fresh, and she was determined to make this handsome guy look good.

While they were chatting, Song Ci went to the locker room to change, and when he came out, the boy who was helping to move things said "Fuck", and then there were all kinds of exclamations and praises from the people around him.

Rong Shiyi successfully attracted his attention.

Over there, Song Ci opened the curtain of the fitting room, walked out with his head down, his expression was indifferent when he raised his eyes, and he had a kind of noble temperament unique to a high-ranking person.

He was dressed in European-style princely attire, with broad shoulders and a thin waist. His legs were straight and slender, and his calves were wrapped in leather boots to create a nice line.

"Your prince is quite handsome."

The makeup artist sister glanced along and boasted.

Rong Shiyi nodded:

"really."

But soon he reacted:

"What my prince, not mine!"

"Good good."

The young lady nodded with a smile, and straightened his face:

"Don't look, come on, close your eyes."

Rong Shiyi obediently let her play with her. When he opened his eyes again, he found Song Ci moved a chair and sat in front of him, looking at him with interest.

"What are you looking at?" Rong Shiyi said angrily.

"I didn't see you, I was waiting in line to put on makeup." Song Ci was very innocent.

Rong Shiyi was speechless, but Song Ci had such a strong sense of presence that he felt very uncomfortable.

Apart from the kindergarten performance, this is the first time for Rong Shiyi to put on makeup.He just felt that the young lady wiped a lot of weird things on his face, which made him a little uncomfortable, and he finally resisted the urge to rub his eyes.

"Don't touch it indiscriminately. If you knock off one of these eyelashes, I will be anxious to you."

The young lady looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction, and nodded:

"Next, come, Prince."

Rong Shiyi got up from the chair aggrievedly.

"It's so beautiful, Xiaohong."

Yun Qingqing glanced at Rong Shiyi several times, then smiled and handed him the damn bag with the pink skirt in it.

Now Rong Shiyi had no reason to refuse, he took the thing silently, and went to the locker room by himself, with the air of a strong man breaking his wrist.

The dressing room of the dance studio is not big, only one or two square meters, and there is a chair in it.

Rong Shiyi sat on the chair, opened the big bag, and took out the contents, only to find that the skirt was not a whole piece, it was divided into several layers.

This touched Rong Shiyi's blind spot of knowledge. As a big straight A from childhood to adulthood, he didn't know how to wear a princess dress.

Rong Shiyi looked at the pile of fabrics on the table from a distance, and finally poked his head out and asked Su Jinyou who was the closest:

"Yuzu, how do you wear this skirt?"

Su Jinyou had already put on the disguise of a witch, she froze for a moment, and told him:

"First the pannier, then the lining, then the skirt, and finally the waist."

Rong Shiyi nodded with a half understanding.

He sat back on the chair, found something that looked like a pannier from the pile of cloth, and put it on himself.

After wearing three layers in a row, Rong Shiyi was tired.

He opened his thermos and drank slowly.

Girls are so difficult.

On Song Ci's side, the makeup artist sister quickly ended the battle, and finally sighed:

"Looks really cheap cosmetics."

Song Ci smiled at her.

Yun Qingqing has been helping on the side all the time. After Song Ci finished, she glanced in the direction of the dressing room. Seeing that Rong Shiyi hadn't come out yet, she said to Song Ci:

"Why hasn't Xiaohong come out yet, Song Ci, why don't you take a look?"

Song Ci is naturally very happy.

At this time, Rong Shiyi struggled to put on the skirt and put on the wig in the bag, but soon a new problem appeared.

He couldn't tie the girdle himself.

Rong Shiyi tried hard for a long time, but finally gave up.

He licked his lips, but tasted the lipstick, and frowned sadly.

What a crime.

Rong Shiyi sighed for the ten thousandth time today.

He sat there thinking for a long time, and finally decided to ask a kind person to come in and help him, but before he got up from the chair, someone walked in first.

Song Ci lifted the curtain, and when he saw the people inside, he froze.

The person inside is wearing a large pink skirt, the skirt is shimmering under the light, the outline of slender arms can be seen in the tulle puff sleeves, and the collarbone line at the neckline is also very beautiful.

His complexion was fair, and at this moment, it was set off by the light and the color of the skirt like white jade.

Rong Shiyi's appearance was originally a bit feminine, but with delicate female makeup, and the long black curly hair on her head, she really looked like a pampered little princess.

Hold.

For the first time, Song Ci couldn't hold back a foul language in his heart.

Rong Shiyi didn't notice his strangeness, instead, he waved at Song Ci as if he saw a savior:

"Great dog, come on, come on, help me tie this damn skirt."

With that said, Rong Shiyi stood up and rode on the chair backwards, showing Song Ci her back.

Song Ci lowered his eyes, hiding the expression in his eyes.

He brushed Rong Shiyi's long hair together, lifted them up and put them in front, and inadvertently scratched Rong Shiyi's back with his fingertips during the movement, causing people to tremble slightly.

His eyes flicked over the back of Rong Shiyi's fair and clean neck, and finally stopped on the man's messy waist.

"How did it get like this?"

"It's so difficult. I don't have eyes on my back, so I don't know how to tie them."

Rong Shiyi complained.

Song Ci listened to him babbling about how he put on a skirt layer by layer according to the tutorials he found in the search engine, knelt down on one knee, and carefully helped him untie the knotted straps.

The movements are unbelievably gentle.

Rong Shiyi has a small frame and a thin waist, which can't be seen normally, but now she looks a bit thin in tight clothes.

Song Ci carefully adjusted the straps for him, and finally tied the knot with a little force, which made Rong Shiyi howl.

"Take it easy! The braised pork ribs I ate for lunch will be strangled by you."

"Well, it's all right." Song Ci relaxed a little.

"thank you."

"You're welcome."

Song Ci lowered his eyes and didn't look at him.

"Goofy, why are you still separated?" Rong Shiyi glanced at him strangely.

Only then did Song Ci come to his senses:

"Well, this is the etiquette that a prince should have."

"Too deep into the drama."

Rong Shiyi commented.

He got up from the chair, did individual turns, looked left and right at the full-length mirror on the wall, and finally sighed:

"Tsk, you said how tired those princesses and ladies in Europe are. They wear such heavy things and run around every day. They put them on for an hour and take them off for an hour. They are so troublesome."

Song Ci hesitated for a moment, but still told him:

"They have servants to help them dress, and they also have carriages for travel. I don't think they will be more tired than you."

"Oh, yes." Rong Shiyi nodded:

"It turns out that I am not worthy, so I will formally hire you as my male servant."

"My honor." Prince Song Ci was very cooperative.

Rong Shiyi laughed twice, then frowned again:

"Tsk, I really want to rub my eyes, this makeup is really annoying, can you help me see if there is anything in my eyes?"

Hearing this, Song Ci obediently turned his face to take a closer look, but didn't find anything in his eyes, but found that the lipstick was gone.

"Where's your lipstick?"

"Ah, maybe I ate it just now, the taste is really sad." Rong Shiyi didn't care.

"Wait."

Song Ci glanced at him, turned around and went out to ask the makeup artist to borrow lipstick, and handed it to Rong Shiyi.

Holding that little thing, Rong Shiyi fell into another big problem in life.

He looked left and right, and finally pulled off the cap, twisted the lipstick out completely, and was about to slap it on his mouth as soon as he saw it.

Judging by that posture and strength, this lipstick is estimated to be dead soon.

Fortunately, Song Ci stopped him in time before the tragedy happened:

"Forget it, Rong Rong, I can guarantee that if you continue painting today, the owner of the lipstick will fight you hard."

"Huh? Why?"

Dazhi A was stunned, he didn't know what he did wrong.

"I come."

Song Ci took the poor lipstick, twisted it back, looked up at Rong Shiyi, and said:

"Stand still."

"Ok?"

Rong Shiyi took a step back and leaned against the wall.

Then, he saw Song Ci put lipstick on his thumb a few times, and stretched out his hand towards him.

"What are you going to do to me!"

Rong Shiyi panicked.

"do not move."

Song Ci was a little helpless.

Seeing that his words were useless, Rong Shiyi was still hiding, so he simply grabbed the back of his head with one hand, not giving him a chance to move.

Afterwards, he lifted Rong Shiyi's chin, and stroked it with his lipstick-stained fingertips.

The young man's lips were soft and warm, and when they touched Song Ci's cold fingertips, both of them were taken aback.

With his touch, the originally pale pink lips gradually became bright red.

His movements were very light, which made Rong Shiyi itchy.

The locker room was very quiet, and the noise outside the curtain seemed to be separated by thousands of miles.

The two are so close that Rong Shiyi has no way to think about other things.His mind was filled with the sound of the two of them's clear and shallow breathing, and the faint smell of brandy mixed with the smell of laundry detergent on Song Ci's body.

Help.

Such a word popped out of Rong Shiyi's blank mind.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that the air around him seemed to heat up a few degrees, and his heartbeat also accelerated accordingly.

After a few seconds, he blamed it all - the straps on his body were too tight!

At this moment, Song Ci seemed to be getting closer.

Rong Shiyi held her breath and looked up at him.

The boy's eyelashes were long and slender, his brows were slightly frowned, and he looked very serious.

He was already good-looking, but now the hair that used to hang on his forehead was lifted up, revealing a smooth forehead, looking like a person in a painting.

Song Ci's Adam's apple moved slightly.

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