Story 5 : “Competing for Umbrellas until Cross-dressing”
On a scorching summer day, with temperatures soaring, the self-proclaimed toughest guy in the universe, Huo Fu’an, never carries an umbrella.
After being sunburned for the 18th time, Huo Fu’an reluctantly joined an umbrella-sharing group. Actively using an umbrella was out of the question; he had to pretend to hold it for his girlfriend to maintain his tough-guy image at the sports academy.
Half a year into university, Huo Fu’an successfully developed an eight-pack abs. He discreetly took a photo and used it as his profile picture to boast.
Though he claimed it was a boast, Huo Fu’an still modestly darkened the background, making the picture barely visible, akin to a solar eclipse.
However, some people are as sharp as needles. In line with his responsibility to the people, Su Yuhe, the group leader, meticulously scrutinized every new member to ensure no ill intentions.
Seeing Huo Fu’an’s obscure profile picture, vaguely exuding the vibe of a delinquent youth, Su Yuhe examined it on Photoshop for three minutes and discovered it was a picture of abdominal muscles.
Ab pictures were common among groups associated with online hookups. Su Yuhe furrowed his brows, puzzled and suspicious of Huo Fu’an’s attempts to conceal his appearance, thus initiating a thorough investigation of his motives for joining the group.
“Are you a party member?”
“No.”
“Purpose of joining the umbrella-sharing group?”
“The sun is too intense.”
“Why not carry an umbrella yourself?”
“It’s embarrassing.”
…
Huo Fu’an was extremely impatient. He felt like these questions were pressing him down, smashing his tough-guy image into the ground.
He joined the group to get an umbrella, not to fill out a dating profile! If it weren’t for the fact that the other person might be a girl, Huo Fu’an would have mocked them ages ago.
With a legitimate reason for joining, Huo Fu’an was approved. Su Yuhe checked it off in his notebook.
…
Task Announcement: From Chaoyang Tower to the East District, requesting a girl, 30 yuan.
Recently, a generous employer joined the group. Rumor had it that he was a handsome guy with deep pockets, posting tasks at a rate of two to three times a day, with each task getting snatched up instantly.
However, over time, fewer people were willing to take on his tasks, and there were even complaints in the group.
“If you’re not really short on cash, never take on this guy’s tasks. Never, I regretted it for a lifetime after taking one.”
“I feel like I’m selling my body for money…”
“If it weren’t for his wealth, I wouldn’t have this burden on my conscience.”
When Su Yuhe saw the messages, he was at the station, and his spirits immediately sank. He put down his luggage and checked the messages. A motorcycle zoomed past, and when Su Yuhe looked back, his luggage was still there, but his phone was gone.
Although Su Yuhe was determined and confident in building the nation, he was fundamentally a weakling, barely tipping the scales at a hundred pounds. He couldn’t chase after the thief, nor did anyone respond to his shouts. He could only resign himself to his misfortune.
After getting a new phone, when Su Yuhe opened the group chat, the topic had already changed, and he couldn’t find the message records.
Huo Fu’an continued to post tasks, but lately, it took several minutes for someone to accept them. After some thought, he figured it was because the pay wasn’t enough, so he raised the prices.
“Sigh, I really want to accept, but… forget it.”
“Be careful, there’s a pervert lurking around Chaoyang Tower lately.” With a “you know what I mean” expression added.
Seeing this sentence, Su Yuhe added a facial expression to the punctuation mark, conjuring up a complete scene. He had heard about this pervert at Chaoyang Tower a few days ago; the school had been unable to catch him. It turned out he was lurking in their group!
How dare he sexually harass girls right under his nose!
As expected, knowing someone’s face doesn’t mean knowing their heart. A single check wasn’t enough to expose a deeply experienced pervert. Su Yuhe wrote a thorough reflection, filling three pages!
And immediately issued a statement: “Recently, we’ve discovered that many male comrades are using the umbrella-sharing group to pick up girls. We hereby declare again! Everyone must conduct a strict self-examination, rectify their motives for joining the group, advocate a spirit of dedication, and strive to create a harmonious, friendly, and just campus group.”
Immediately, someone in the group echoed: “The group leader is so responsible. I encountered this before; everyone must be careful. It’s not worth it for a little money.”
Su Yuhe, seeing the girl’s profile picture, only accepted the task from the one who took on Huo Fu’an’s order.
The evidence was conclusive.
He quickly created a new account to join the group and, when Huo Fu’an posted a task, using the speed of a twenty-year-old singleton, he snatched up the first one.
“Big brother, can we meet at the staircase entrance of Chaoyang Tower?” Su Yuhe sent a row of cute emojis without expression.
Huo Fu’an replied briefly, “Okay.”
“And also, don’t call me big brother, we’re not that close, it’s weird,” Su Yuhe added.
Su Yuhe noted down: “Suspect exhibits a certain degree of linguistic obfuscation.”
Putting down his phone, Su Yuhe borrowed a set of knee-length camisoles from the roommate of the cross-dressing expert, slipping the voice recorder into the inner pocket, and adjusting the length of the camisole with a serious expression.
Watch me catch this pervert!
…
The truth of the missed conversation by Su Yuhe was:
Victim 1: I mentioned that this umbrella seems too small, I’m getting wet. I thought of saying it subtly. But he replied, “You also think this umbrella is too small, right? Otherwise, why not get a custom-made canopy? Heh, it takes skill to be single.”
Victim 2: This guy is tall and holding the umbrella perfectly. Shorties like me are directly exposed to the sun. Damn it, doesn’t sunscreen cost nothing? Skincare products are more expensive than what I’m earning!
Victim 3: What’s most infuriating is that he’s still clinging to the outdated notions of male chivalry. Looking all gentlemanly, with fifteen centimeters of space between us. Am I not worthy of the sunshade’s protection at five feet five inches tall?
Victim 4: We’re all getting roasted here, and he’s still talking about gender roles.
Rain : it’s starting ! hehe
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