Chapter 15 : Wearing the School Uniform
With a plan clear, her eyes finally shed confusion, focus shifting to the life ahead.
Yes—she knew how to make Xu You suffer for life.
No one withstands losing someone vital, unless heartless scum.
Current Xu You wasn’t fully the hated bastard yet—perfect timing for interference.
Rebirth landed precisely before his personality hardened; later would’ve been harder.
“This is what you owed me last life. Someone has to pay for your actions… don’t blame me.”
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“Uniform’s here, Xiao Jiu! Try it for Mommy~”
“…Oh.”
“Why a skirt?”
“Don’t like it, baby?”
“…Not used to it.”
“Makes sense—you wore hospital gowns for years.”
“But try it. Say goodbye to the past. Can’t stay in one phase forever, right?”
She hesitated—core issue: lingering male mindset resisting.
Couldn’t say it, though.
“Sigh, fine…”
Back in her room with the familiar-yet-strange girls’ uniform, heart complex.
As a former S City No. 3 High student, of course she knew it—just never thought she’d wear it.
She even knew the best leg angles—past nonsense.
Now impossible to be that vulgar.
She’d be the victim; no empathizing with old bros.
“This’ll kill me…”
Sighing, she undressed; rustling, reluctantly donned the new set.
Wine-red skirt, fitted white blouse, knee-high white socks, navy blazer with school crest.
As a top city school, No. 3 had strict standards—this uniform embodied it.
“Not bad…?”
Mirror check: first time in gender-emphasizing clothes.
At home: pants or long shirts—conservative.
“No wonder girls love shopping—turning themselves into hangers.”
“Just this change, aura’s different.”
She posed cutely; results impressed.
Just uniform—if she styled or cosplayed favorites, what then…?
“Finally something not boring. Nice.”
Future anticipation; gaze lingered.
Not narcissistic—just appreciating beauty.
“Bit of a gift to that guy.”
“Xu You, you bastard—had a sister like this yet chased others’ girlfriends…”
“Deserve losing everything.”
She seethed inwardly.
Past life: total loser.
This time: rise.
Key step beyond trapping Xu You: something crucial.
“Mom, changed.”
“Really? Let Mom see.”
“Mm, perfect. My Jiang Qingliu’s daughter—has my youthful charm.”
Doll-like, hugged and petted—no resistance.
“Really…?”
“Would Mom lie?”
“Aiya, my girl’s gorgeous. Don’t go—let Mom admire. First time seeing you in other clothes.”
Xu Jiu didn’t struggle; beyond cuddles, odd feeling.
Being praised for looks…
Parent filter aside, this body’s potential was unreal—mostly hidden by illness.
Proper styling: dazzling anywhere.
“You’ll be ogled daily at school. Mom’s worried now.”
“Worried?”
“Mm.”
“My kind, innocent girl—what if deceived? School’s no safer than society. Beware classmates approaching on purpose.”
“Be careful. Find your brother—I told him to back you. Don’t bottle up; family’s here to listen.”
Head pat, gentle words.
“…Mm.”
“I’ll watch.”
The woman smiled, finally releasing her.
From her view, Xu Jiu knew the worry.
But none knew: fragile-looking her housed a twenty-something adult.
Failed in adult world, sure—but against naive teens blind to society’s evils? No fear.
Exaggerated: max-level boss in newbie village—watch her dimensional strike these noobs.
“Too much might annoy; Mom trusts you.”
“Tell me when ready—I’ll drive you.”
“Mm.”
Talk ended; she returned to room, somewhat lost.
Finally revisiting campus of sad, complex memories—not exactly thrilled.
Xu You’s shadows and pain lingered; she swallowed them, fuel for persistence.
Post-rebirth overcoming physical hardship: largely this obsession.
Otherwise—no future for her.
Was she… pitiful?