Chapter 10: Kele’s Little Sister

“Attention! At ease!”

“Eyes—right!!”

“You can’t even stand at attention properly. You’re the worst class I’ve ever trained!”

The drill instructor’s commands cut through the August heat. On the gleaming plastic track, scorched by the sun, a group of freshmen, fresh out of their high school uniforms, were enduring the “baptism” of their first day of military training with slumped postures.

The September sunlight was like molten gold foil, spread evenly across everyone’s sweat-soaked collars.

As soon as the military training mobilization meeting ended, the drill instructor tossed them a “welcome gift”—two hours of standing at attention.

It wasn’t as physically draining as a long run, nor did it tire the legs like marching. Instead, it demanded an iron will to fight off the itch of mosquito bites, the sting of sweat, and the throbbing dizziness in their temples.

After two continuous hours of standing at attention, as soon as the drill instructor shouted “Dismissed on the spot,” the dense ranks instantly scattered like birds and beasts, swarming towards the shade or the cafeteria selling lemonade.

Tang Yunle snagged a good spot in the shade, plopped down, and lay back.

“I’m dead tired… When will this military training ever end?” He gazed at the drifting clouds in the sky, a half-groan escaping his throat.

“Twenty and a half days left.” A clear, pleasant male voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

The speaker was Qin Liang. He was carrying four cups of lemonade beaded with condensation, handing them one by one to Tang Yunle, Lin Haiyu, and Li Wei.

Gulp, gulp, gulp~~

A mouthful of iced lemonade went down, refreshing his entire body and reviving his spirits!

“I’m finally alive again!”

“Same here. I feel like I’m still among the living.”

“It’s so good to have someone in the dorm who doesn’t have to do military training and can buy us lemonade.”

The three of them praised in unison.

“I still envy Ah Liang,” Li Wei’s round belly jiggled slightly as he spoke. “We’re getting baked into human jerky, while you sick folks get to slack off in the shade. I heard someone in the class next door successfully faked having hypoglycemia…”

“By the way, Ah Liang, what illness do you have? You don’t seem any different on a normal day. Could it be hypoglycemia too?” Lin Haiyu asked, swirling his half-empty cup.

“I just had surgery.” Qin Liang stirred his straw, his eyes lowered.

“Was it serious?”

“A minor surgery.”

“Minimally invasive?”

“A heart transplant.”

Pfft!!

Lin Haiyu, Li Wei, and Tang Yunle, who was eavesdropping with pricked ears, all spat out a mouthful of lemonade, nearly splashing the people next to them.

‘A heart transplant?’

‘A minor surgery?’

No matter how they tried, they couldn’t possibly reconcile these two phrases.

Tang Yunle turned his head to look at the young man sipping lemonade:

The young man’s ice-blue pupils darkened slightly in the shade of the trees. Two buttons on the collar of his military training uniform were undone, revealing a long, thin scar below his collarbone, like a gray thread on white jade.

Ice-blue eyes, wearing a military training uniform, often talking to his cat, gentle yet stern, had undergone a heart transplant, with a melancholic and delicate temperament, fragile like a porcelain doll.

For the first time, Tang Yunle felt curious about such a boy.

‘What kind of person is he?’

“Do you like it?”

“I like it.”

“How much do you like it? Describe it. slysmile.jpg”

“Very white and soft, like white cotton candy, makes one want to hold it gently.”

“So… do you like my sister’s black stockings, or do you like my white ones? sly.jpg”

“Each has its own merits, like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums.”

“My mom is a mature older sister type, and she wears fishnet stockings, you know~ Want to see~”

“I want to see.”

Tang Yunle felt he was truly dedicated to his work.

High-intensity military training during the day, and then coming back at night, forcing himself to endure the soreness all over his body, to pick out pictures of legs in white stockings from his gallery to flirt with the other person. He was a model worker!

Unlike the gradual, slow-providing-of-emotional-value strategy of “It’s Kele, Not Leke,” the sister account “Pepsi is more delicious” was more direct, focusing on one thing: “getting lewd.”

If it were for long-term sustainable development, constantly being lewd would definitely backfire in the mid to late stages. But Tang Yunle didn’t want sustainable development now. The other person had already come to his school wanting to meet in person. The situation was urgent. He couldn’t just conjure up a girl to meet him offline. He had to drain the pond to catch the fish!

“Pepsi is more delicious” liked to get lewd. First, he established a persona of a lively and cute on the outside, but a little lecherous on the inside girl, using this to seduce the other person and arouse his lust, so that he could use the pretext of a hookup to make a big score later.

Pepsi is more delicious: –Hmph! I won’t show you mom’s fishnet pictures for now. I’ll send them to you when you’ve made me happy. tsundere.jpg

GentleAsAGem: –Then let’s see the white stockings again. expectant.jpg

Pepsi is more delicious: –You only want to see the white stockings? I have something even better here, you know~

Pepsi is more delicious: –For example… a picture of me and my sister’s black and white stockings together. slysmile.jpg

GentleAsAGem: –Extremely expectant.jpg!

‘Old perv, since you like lewd things so much, I wish you impotence after marriage.’

He cursed inwardly, but Tang Yunle still selected a suitable picture from his gallery and sent it to the other person.

Pepsi is more delicious: –Is it pretty? Does it smell good~~ If it does, then tip me for my hard work. righteously.jpg

Pepsi is more delicious: –I have even better pictures together, you know~

Ding~

Tang Yunle glanced at the bank account notification. Five hundred yuan.

‘That is a lot…’

‘As expected, these old pervs are controlled by their little heads when they encounter lewd things.’

Pepsi is more delicious: –Brother-in-law, you’re so rich~ Love you, you know~

Pepsi is more delicious: –I even want to become my sister and be your girlfriend. slysmile.jpg

His ice-blue eyes swept over the two lines of text. Qin Liang smiled helplessly. ‘What brother-in-law, what girlfriend? “It’s Kele, Not Leke” and I are just online friends who get along well.’

Thinking this, his fingertips swiped up the screen, his gaze locking onto the picture.

Two slender legs gradually leaned against each other, their posture intimate yet natural. Black stockings and white stockings intertwined, like a mixture of black and white chocolate, under the natural light, they were endlessly lingering and enchanting.

The young man stared for a long time, then saved the picture as a favorite and opened his diary.

Qin Liang had a habit of writing in his diary, recording the bits and pieces and interesting things of his daily life. He had learned this from a netizen.

‘Since a mayfly is destined to die, then leave something more for this world before leaving.’

If his parents were to find out in the future through this diary that their good little baby was actually a lecherous and uncompromising severe leg-fetishist, he really didn’t know what kind of expression they would have.

It was just a pity he wouldn’t be able to see it.

September 9th, the black and white stockings of the sister duo are truly fragrant.

Kele has a sister named Baishi, who is lively and playful, and a little lewd. They also have…

Just as he wrote this, the handwriting stopped abruptly. Qin Liang lifted the pen and looked at it. This gifted fountain pen with golden patterns was well-constructed and didn’t have any ink flow problems, so…

‘Out of ink?’

The young man was puzzled.