My Online Girlfriend Has a Twin Sister - Chapter 253 166: The Substitute

A maid cafe was, after all, a woman’s world. The girls were as radiant as flowers and refreshingly elegant; no amount of beautiful adjectives would be an exaggeration. A crisp, clean fragrance always clung to them, a single whiff enough to relax the mind and lift the spirits. Their skin always seemed to glow under the cafe’s lights.

And their cheeks always bore a smile that could warm any heart.

The moment anyone stepped inside, they would forget the loneliness and neglect of their everyday lives.

And yet, though he was no competition for these girls, Wei Zhen was surprisingly popular.

While he couldn’t compare to the most popular maids, as long as he had a group of regular customers, he had a foundation to survive in the cafe.

Working part-time, Wei Zhen could make over a thousand yuan each weekend. After miscellaneous expenses, he’d take home at least four thousand yuan a month. Needing to work only eight days a month for that much money sounded almost dizzyingly good.

For a college student who wasn’t yet able to support himself, being self-sufficient was an unimaginably wonderful way to live.

At the most carefree and youthful time of his life, he could use that money to go out, buy the clothes, toys, and peripherals he liked, and never have to sheepishly ask his family for anything. Along with that independence came a swelling sense of pride in his financial self-reliance.

Wei Zhen gazed at his reflection in the mirror—he was gradually becoming beautiful. He curled his eyelashes, applied a touch of blush, and coated his lips with a dewy gloss. Then, he tucked away his bangs, put on a golden wig, and in an instant, the boy vanished completely, replaced by a gentle and petite anime girl.

He managed his expression, adding a touch of aloofness.

In a moment, not even his closest friends would have recognized him.

He cleared his throat softly.

He was searching for the voice he had practiced.

Being a maid wasn’t easy. He had specially practiced a falsetto for it. Aside from being a little low in pitch, it was virtually indistinguishable from a girl’s voice—in fact, it could even sound sweeter.

After finishing his preparations,

he had completely shed his identity as a male college student.

It’s hard for most people to imagine why a man would willingly put on women’s clothing and make himself pretty to please others. Wei Zhen had actually had a very normal upbringing. His close friends and family had never noticed any such inclination in him; even he himself didn’t know about it at first.

Before his sophomore year of high school, Wei Zhen’s life had been very similar to that of Chen Yuan and the others. He went to school, played basketball, and was addicted to all sorts of mobile games, messing around with a group of boys on weekends.

The only difference was that he got along pretty well with the girls in his class.

This was probably because of his gentle and sensitive personality, unlike the other boys who were mischievous and boisterous.

Gazing at his reflection, Wei Zhen was suddenly lost in thought.

The first time he’d ever cross-dressed was for the graduation ceremony during his sophomore year. The seniors were about to leave their familiar campus, take their college entrance exams, and go their separate ways. The school had organized the ceremony and, as was tradition, planned many activities.

His homeroom teacher wanted their class to put on a performance, and the one they signed up for was a group dance requiring fourteen girls. The class happened to have exactly fourteen girls available, after excluding one who was out sick and another who was too withdrawn to participate in group activities.

At first, it had nothing to do with Wei Zhen.

But a few days before the performance, one of the girls in the group dance fell and injured her leg.

During rehearsal, seeing the glaringly ugly gap in the formation, the perfectionist homeroom teacher didn’t say anything, but her expression was even uglier than the empty space.

The homeroom teacher mulled it over and came up with a compromise: either “borrow” a girl from another class to complete the dance, or find a boy to take her place!

Then, her gaze locked onto Wei Zhen.

At that moment, Wei Zhen had come to the dance studio with a group of boys to watch the show. He was grinning as he watched the girls rehearse, but when he met the homeroom teacher’s eyes, a chill ran down his spine…

He was summoned to the office. After the teacher explained the situation, Wei Zhen was a million percent against it. ‘Seriously? Cross-dressing? How many years would his classmates laugh at him for it? This bizarre anecdote would probably be passed down from one grade to the next even after he graduated. It might even be brought up for a laugh at a class reunion years later.’

The homeroom teacher appealed to his emotions and reasoned with him, plying him with one intoxicating line after another about “class honor,” being a “great hero who saves the day,” and how “looking at the entire class, only you can handle this important task.”

Wei Zhen’s firm resolve began to waver.

“Promise me, if it doesn’t look right, you’ll find a girl from another class to take my place…”

That’s what he had said back then.

Wei Zhen remembered it clearly. After he agreed, two female classmates he was on good terms with took him to a temporary makeup area. The two girls meticulously shaved the peach fuzz from his upper lip, shaped his eyebrows, applied powder and makeup, and then helped him change into the costume and put on a wig.

He stared at his completely transformed self, unable to believe it, feeling as if he were in a dream.

He absolutely couldn’t believe it.

When the two girls escorted him out of the makeup room, a nervous Wei Zhen walked into the dance studio to waves of astonished gasps… The amazed looks in the eyes of the boys and girls in his class—he could still recall their expressions vividly, even now.

Not only was his height just right, but his features were delicate and pretty. Blending in with the group of girls, he was completely seamless.

His close buddies and friends all stared with wide eyes, and more than a few of them were gulping audibly.