Ye Bugui chuckled: "Pretty much! There were always troublemakers in that internet cafe every day, but since I went there, it's become very safe. Nobody dares to cause trouble under my nose. Because they simply can't beat me!"
Lu Shi couldn't help but recall the power Ye Bugui displayed when fighting the Faceless Man, and immediately believed it.
Ye Bugui, however, seemed to have the ability to read minds, and directly and honestly told Lu Shi: "So my initial strength value is 120."
Lu Shi's initial value was only 65. Compared to that, Ye Bugui's physique is too good.
"I don't have your brains, nor do I know any magic like you. If it weren't for my natural strength, I probably would have died in the game long ago." Ye Bugui couldn't help but yawn, and asked with some doubt, "Are all dreams this peaceful?"
As soon as he finished speaking, an adult male walked up to the podium. His thinning hair immediately made Ye Bugui guess his identity: the homeroom teacher.
"Everyone, perk up! There's still an hour until the cultural festival, so get your books ready!"
"Old Dong," a girl in the front row raised her hand, "we still need to change our clothes! All the other classes have already let their students go home!"
"Change clothes?" The homeroom teacher's expression darkened further. He snorted, but dared not contradict the principal's suggestion: "Then hurry back and be careful on the way! Also, don't think that just because the principal says I'm free and proud, you're right. Don't dress up like ghosts!"
Lu Shi lowered his eyes. He remembered that in his dream last night, he had heard someone mention that this school had a cultural festival.
Based on his understanding of Gao Yang, he knew that this person would definitely choose to wear women's clothing to school.
Thinking of this, Lu Shi felt a pang of sadness in his heart.
Ye Bugui turned his head and noticed Lu Shi's unusual behavior: "What's wrong? Is it because you can't control your body again?"
“Hmm.” Lu Shi stood up. “I have to go home now. But this is a good opportunity to learn about Gao Yang’s family, which is information we haven’t been able to find out before.”
“Indeed,” Ye Bugui nodded, “A person’s character development is greatly related to his family of origin.”
Lu Shi couldn't fully understand what Ye Bugui meant, but right now he only had one thought in mind: to hurry home and change his clothes.
Ye Bugui naturally followed, as he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't be stopped by those bad students on his way home.
Fortunately, Lu Shi didn't encounter anyone bullying him along the way and boarded the bus without any problems.
"What is this?" Lu Shi asked, showing great interest in this new mode of transportation after boarding the bus. "How can it carry so many people?"
In the cultivation world, even a flying sword can only carry two people at most.
“Buses,” Ye Bugui said softly, “that’s not all. I’ll take you to see airplanes and trains sometime; it will definitely amaze you.”
Lu Shi immediately memorized the two terms, and he had already quietly begun planning for the fifteen days after leaving the game.
Finally, they stood in front of a somewhat interesting residential building.
"This should be Gao Yang's home," Ye Bugui reminded him. "Let's go upstairs!"
"Hmm." Lu Shi nodded: "My body is both scared and excited."
“I’m quite envious of Gao Yang,” Ye Bugui’s words puzzled Lu Shi, who immediately explained, “When I was his age, I wasn’t so naive.”
Although Lu Shi didn't say it, Ye Bugui had already guessed what clothes Gao Yang was in a hurry to go home to change into.
It's easy to guess what kind of discussion and controversy Gao Yang will cause when he goes to school dressed as a woman.
Ye Bugui thought that Gao Yang must have a pair of parents who loved or even doted on him.
When Lu Shi knocked on the iron gate, he was actually nervous and didn't even notice Ye Bugui beside him.
Even though Lu Shi is currently inside Gao Yang's body, facing his biological parents is a first for him.
He had absolutely no idea what he should say when they met later.
Should he call them parents? But Lu Shi felt he definitely couldn't bring himself to say it.
Before Lu Shi could even hesitate, the door was opened, and a somewhat thin, gentle-looking middle-aged man poked his head out.
When he saw Lu Shi, he smiled first, then glanced back at the clock on the wall and couldn't help but ask:
"Gao Yang, you didn't skip class, did you? Why are you back so early today!"
Fortunately, Lu Shi's body was now completely under Gao Yang's control. He opened his mouth and mumbled:
"The school has a cultural festival today, so I came back to change my clothes."
The man frowned, but when his gaze fell on the undeniably tall man beside him, he finally smiled:
"Who are you?"
"Hello, Uncle." For someone like Ye Bugui who started mingling in society at a very young age, being sweet-talking was a basic skill. "I'm Ye Bugui, Gao Yang's classmate."
"Oh, oh, oh," the man nodded immediately. When elders see a good-looking child like Ye Bugui, their attitude naturally softens. "I've never heard Yangyang mention you before. Does your school have that kind of festival?"
"Yes." Ye Bugui patted his chest: "Uncle, Gao Yang's grades are so good, why would he lie to you!"
"Hey! This child is doing well in school," the man smiled even more broadly; any parent's favorite compliment is praising their child's good grades. "He's just not very talkative and rarely brings friends home. Xiao Ye, right? Come, come, come inside!"
Lu Shi is currently in a state of confusion, as is Gao Yang's physical condition.
Ye Bugui's appearance seems to have really affected the development of the plot, leaving Gao Yang at a loss as to how to proceed.
To Lu Shi's surprise, Ye Bugui seemed to have become even closer to him than Gao Yang and his father after just a few words.
“Uncle,” Ye Bugui glanced at the tea set on the table, then immediately changed to a sincere and slightly surprised tone: “This is Kung Fu tea, you must know a lot about tea!”
"I know a little bit!" the man said, but he was already sitting on the sofa, as if he wanted to show Ye Bugui his skills. "Little Ye, do you like tea too?"
"My uncle loves to drink. But he just drinks randomly, unlike you who's such a connoisseur!"
Lu Shi noticed Ye Bugui's signal and, taking advantage of the man's inattention, secretly glanced around the living room.
Perhaps he can find a clue.
He saw a picture frame in the living room containing a family photo.
Gao Yang stood behind his parents, smiling happily.
Whether it was the family photo in the living room or the father's attitude towards Gao Yang, Lu Shi felt that Gao Yang lived in a good family.
Was his subsequent runaway from home really just because he liked to wear women's clothing and was attracted to the same sex?
"Gao Yang, why are you back?" At this moment, the door to the master bedroom was pushed open, and a smart and capable short-haired woman walked out. She was Gao Yang's mother.
"Change clothes, there's a cultural festival at school." Gao Yang regained control of the body, shrinking back as he answered in a low voice.
"What holiday is it?" The mother frowned, then noticed her husband chatting with a strange child on the sofa. "Who is that?"
"My classmate." Lu Shi quickly pushed open Gao Yang's door. "I'll change my clothes first."
After entering the room, Gao Yang's body began to speak on its own.
He stood in front of the mirror and gave an innocent smile: "Principal Yang said that we all have the right and freedom to be ourselves."
"I wanted to wear a dress; this is the first time I've dared to be myself."
Lu Shi sighed. The more Gao Yang looked forward to it now, the more pain he would suffer later.
Lu Shi is now facing a thorny problem.
If he changes into women's clothing now, how will he face Gao Yang's parents when he comes out?
Lu Shi could already imagine what kind of war would break out later.
Isn't there any way to avoid it? Even in his dreams, does Gao Yang still have to go through this pain?
Lu Shi's gaze fell on the window, and a crazy idea suddenly popped into his head: why not jump?
"No." Lu Shi immediately rejected the idea. If it were his own body, Lu Shi could indeed do it. But Gao Yang's body was too fragile; if he fell, he would be dead.
outside the house.
"Auntie," Ye Bugui called out sweetly, "Why didn't you come to work today?"
"Hello, classmate," the woman's expression softened slightly, "Didn't Gao Yang tell you that today is his birthday?"
Is it your birthday?
Lu Shi, who was inside the room, rolled his eyes. He walked around Gao Yang's room but still didn't find anything substantial.
Apart from the few dresses that Gao Yang hid in the box.
If Gao Yang was ridiculed by everyone on her birthday and then someone filmed her being bullied, then she was indeed in a very bad situation.
But does this really have anything to do with his falling out with his parents, running away from home and moving into an apartment?
Unfortunately, Lu Shi didn't have much time to think. He hurriedly picked out a relatively plain-colored dress from the box.
Even so, looking at the dress, Lu Shi still hesitated a bit.
Even the Demon Lord has never worn women's clothing, and he would feel embarrassed.
Just then, Ye Bugui called out from the doorway, "Gao Yang, did you find the skirt? Remember to find me one too, I don't have time to go home."
The father, who was making tea, and the mother, who was watching TV, both looked at Ye Bugui at the same time.
They looked confused, as if they were wondering if they had misheard.
"Xiao Ye, did you just say 'skirt'? I didn't hear you wrong, did I?" The father pressed his hand down on his lover, trying to keep his tone calm.
"Yes." Ye Bugui remained expressionless. "Uncle, please don't mind. This is our performance, cross-dressing. Gao Yang and I will both be wearing skirts."
The mother took a deep breath, suppressing her anger: "How could there be such a program! Making two boys wear skirts, isn't that weird?"
"Auntie, it's just to make everyone laugh!" Ye Bugui added casually, "And you may not know, men used to be able to wear this dress too."
“We don’t understand.” The mother shook her head. “Then you should change it as soon as you’re done with the show. If others see it, they’ll gossip.”
“Yes, people have been saying things since Yangyang grew her hair long…” The father sighed, “Xiaoye, if you hadn’t come today, we would have definitely thought that Yangyang… liked to wear skirts.”
Inside the room, Lu Shi gripped her skirt tightly with both hands, her feelings a complex mix. Ye Bugui's actions had taken her by surprise.
Lu Shi didn't come to his senses until Ye Bugui came in and waved his hand in front of him.
"One hour? We're running out of time. Hurry up and get dressed!" Ye Bugui seemed oblivious to Lu Shi's strange expression.
"Why did you decide to wear a skirt?" Lu Shi asked anyway. "Your idea is pretty good."
It's better than his idea of jumping off a building.
"It's quite difficult for Gao Yang's parents to accept his differences in such a short time." Ye Bugui shrugged. "I don't think we can blame Gao Yang's parents. At their age, they need time and face-to-face communication to understand Gao Yang."
"So I thought it would be better to tell a white lie." Ye Bugui pretended to be calm: "Besides, if we go out in skirts together, half of the people who laugh at you will also pay attention to me."
Lu Shi was not used to this man who was thinking about fighting back in school suddenly becoming so serious.
"Pick one!" Lu Shi shifted his gaze from Ye Bugui and handed her the dress, saying, "It might be a little small for you."
"Anything that fits will do, the black one will do!" Ye Bugui stripped down to his underwear right in front of everyone when they landed, as if deliberately showing off his abs and V-line.