Chapter 9: Changing Legs

What’s the most important thing about freshman military training?

It’s not the pre-training physical examination, not the repeatedly emphasized “collective consciousness,” and certainly not the counselor’s cyclical “meaning of military training” speech during class meetings.

It’s… the military training uniform.

That’s right, the military training uniform!

A set of military training clothes, made of thin, shoddily produced fabric with loose threads sticking out like untrimmed weeds, yet it cost three hundred yuan, making Tang Yunle’s already meager wallet even more strapped for cash.

Looking at the pot-bellied, pontificating principal on the stage, Tang Yunle felt like spitting a mouthful of water at him!

Rnm!

‘Refund!’

‘These few pieces of rags for three hundred of my hard-earned yuan!’

“It’s not even comfortable to wear. This fabric is definitely the cheapest wholesale stuff.”

In the 812 dorm bathroom, Tang Yunle grumbled about the military training pants while taking off his jeans.

They received their military training uniforms today, and the three-week training would begin tomorrow.

“Huh?”

After taking off his jeans, Tang Yunle was about to put on the military training pants when he was suddenly captivated by the sight before him and froze on the spot.

There was a mirror hanging in the dorm bathroom. Although it was a bit scratched from use by previous generations of students, it was still clear enough to see.

At this moment, Tang Yunle stood there stunned, his pants not even pulled up, his round eyes staring at the plain-looking young man in the mirror—a common, rough face, ordinary clothes, and… those fair, fleshy, long legs.

The lines were beautiful, the skin smooth, not the kind of strength and beauty of a male long-distance runner’s well-toned, muscular legs, which resembled a cheetah’s explosive power, but the uniquely feminine and s*xy beauty.

His calves, which should have been covered in leg hair, were now fair and radiant, the skin as moist as a peeled lychee. His knees were round and small, and the shape of his legs formed a smooth arc from his hip bones to his ankles.

His legs were long, straight, and fleshy, with smooth, beautiful lines, like soft, white rice cakes, making one want to lick them.

‘When did his thigh skin get so good?’

‘Wait, where did his leg hair go?’

He held his breath and lightly touched his calf—the texture was as smooth as satin. The originally rough skin was gone, and even the small brown mole on his knee had disappeared.

‘His leg hair is gone?’

‘Not only is it gone, but the color of his thighs has also changed.’

‘Not only has the color of his thighs changed, but the entire shape of his legs has changed.’

Tang Yunle pinched himself hard. The sharp pain made him realize he wasn’t dreaming. The extremely surreal scene before him was stark reality.

“Ah Le, are you not done changing yet?”

Just then, Lin Haiyu’s urging voice came from outside the bathroom door, making him jump.

Tang Yunle hastily pulled up his pants. The reflection in the mirror swayed, and only then did he notice that the lines of his waist and abdomen had also softened at some point, his belt hanging loosely at his hips.

“I’m done, I’m done.”

He hastily pulled up his pants, fastened the belt around his waist, and pushed the door open.

The moment the bathroom door was pushed open, Lin Haiyu, holding his military training uniform, squeezed in like an eel.

In the dorm, Li Wei and Qin Liang had already changed into their military uniforms. As the saying goes, “clothes make the man,” and putting on a military uniform should have added a bit of heroic spirit.

But in dorm 812, it was an exception.

Li Wei’s round belly stretched the front of his uniform tight, his belt not even fastened, his swaying appearance making him look like a comical puppet soldier from an old movie, a colonel at that, adding a touch of comedic color.

As for Qin Liang, he leaned against his chair reading a textbook, his pale cheeks contrasting with his ice-blue eyes, his slender wrists half-exposed from the sleeves, looking like a sickly noble young master from an arthouse film.

This type of boy, even in a military uniform, was not suited to be a soldier, but more suited to appear in some military-themed idol dramas.

In comparison, Tang Yunle actually had a bit more of a military bearing.

If it were any other time, he might have shouted a few commands to show off his authority, but at this moment, he had no such inclination.

Only one question remained in his mind.

‘What… happened to him?’

In the evening, thanks to the military training starting tomorrow, there were no classes this afternoon. After spending the afternoon reading extracurricular books in the dorm, Qin Liang had dinner at the cafeteria and then packed three servings of braised chicken rice and three iced lemonades to bring back for his roommates.

Lin Haiyu and Li Wei were hopelessly addicted to playing Minecraft online, while Tang Yunle, who was usually the most lively and cheerful, had been sitting in his chair all afternoon, his hand cupping his chin, gazing at the sky at a 45-degree angle, as if contemplating life.

Qin Liang didn’t understand this form of performance art, but he respected it.

After distributing the braised chicken rice, he skillfully climbed up to his bunk. Qin Liang first scrolled through short videos for a while, then reported his safety to his parents and older brother, and then confirmed the military training leave list with Uncle Zhang for tomorrow.

After finishing all these things, he noticed that there was a new person in his friend request list.

“Pepsi Is More Delicious,” with an avatar similar to “It’s Kele, Not Leke”—the former was a cat holding a glass of iced Pepsi, the latter a cat holding a glass of iced Coke.

The friend request message read: “Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, I’m sister’s little sister. Hurry up and accept~~”

Qin Liang: ?

He clicked to accept the friend request, and the young man typed on his keyboard.

GentleAsAGem: –Who are you?

Just a few seconds after the message was sent, the other person replied quickly, as if they had been waiting for his response.

Pepsi Is More Delicious: –Hello, Mr. Brother-in-law~ I’m sister’s little sister~~ Nice to meet you~~ cutiepie.jpg

‘Mr. Brother-in-law?’

Qin Liang was a little confused.

But he soon realized that this person must be the little sister that “It’s Kele, Not Leke” often mentioned.

GentleAsAGem: –Um… hello, but I’m not your brother-in-law. Your sister and I are just friends who get along well online.

Pepsi Is More Delicious: –It’s all the same~ Mr. Brother-in-law, do you like leg pics?

His ice-blue eyes scanned this line of text. Qin Liang was about to reply when he saw the other person send a picture—a picture of legs in white stockings.

Plump, short legs were wrapped in delicate white stockings, smooth and flawless, slender and soft, like ice cream, emitting an attractive luster under the light.

The young man’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

Pepsi is more delicious: –Hehehe, do you like it? If you do, I’ll send you more in the future.

Pepsi is more delicious: –You can call me Baishi. sly.jpg

Meanwhile, just a bunk away, taking a bite of braised chicken rice and a sip of iced lemonade, Tang Yunle’s mouth curved into a grin he couldn’t suppress.

He had spent the whole afternoon thinking about the supernatural event that had happened to him without figuring it out, so he decided to just stop thinking about it and instead focus on the serious business of making money.

Tang Yunle knew the severe leg-fetishist “GentleAsAGem” all too well.

Just a single picture of legs in white silk stockings was enough to get him completely hooked.

Of course, this was only the first step. Since he had decided to go for a big score, he certainly couldn’t use his usual slow and steady approach.

Tang Yunle spent money to buy a side account to act as the sister of his main account, “It’s Kele, Not Leke.”

This time, he was also preparing to imitate his predecessors and go solo with a side account.

Anyway, as long as he made this one big score, he could delete the account and run, unafraid of any consequences.

This time, compared to his usual methods of playing games together, offering warm comfort, and providing emotional value, he decided to do something more practical, something that appealed directly to a man’s base instincts.

For example… seduction and s*x.