Chapter 31: Brother Yang’s bust is eighty-eight

The girls lined up and filed into the prepared empty classroom, one by one submitting to chest measurements.

To ease the students’ minds, the life teacher made a point of saying things like “All sizes are normal, don’t worry about it” before starting.

When it was Zheng Yang’s turn, she closed her eyes and obediently spread her arms, letting the teacher wrap the measuring tape around her chest.

“Whoa! 88! Pretty lucky number.”

The life teacher noted the measurement, then glanced back at the assistant recording the data.

“That’s the biggest one so far, right?”

“Yeah, I doubt anyone after her will top that…”

The assistant nodded.

Zheng Yang wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

To the two teachers, it seemed like no big deal, but Zheng Yang’s embarrassment wasn’t unreasonable—

“Zheng Yangyang has the biggest chest” quickly spread through the girls’ group.

The boys found out the girls had gone to get measured, and the curious ones kept asking who the “champion” was.

Word spread from one to ten, from ten to a hundred…

Even before it fully circulated, Zheng Yang had a premonition.

So whatever chores came up in class—carrying books, hauling water jugs—she rushed to do them, trying to shift the “big chest” label’s prejudice in her classmates’ minds.

But her enthusiasm, in some people’s eyes—like Lin Weiwei, the young lady who had scoffed at her—became a sleazy act of trying to curry favor with the teacher.

Given her life experience, Zheng Yang wasn’t unaware that being proactive came with such risks.

But she didn’t want that shameful label, and she honestly didn’t know a better way…

Unfortunately, things never went her way.

Back when Zheng Yang was a teenage boy, she had trained in martial arts for two years with an old master.

She wasn’t particularly skilled, and hadn’t practiced in years, but she knew some waist-driven techniques.

Even though this body wasn’t strong in itself, among these pampered, physically weak rich kids, she seemed incredibly powerful.

So when she easily hoisted the water jug onto the dispenser and then lifted a stack of textbooks knee-high that even the male students couldn’t budge, someone exclaimed, “Damn, she’s a muscle girl!”

Zheng Yang shot him a glance.

“You guys are just too weak!”

The moment she said it, she regretted it.

Wasn’t that just proving the “muscle girl” label even more?

Sigh. At least it’s better than the “big chest” label…

Just as she was comforting herself, another boy laughed.

“Hey, weren’t you just unsure if you were a girl or not? With strength like this, from now on you’re our ‘Bro Yang’!”

“Hahaha… Bro Yang! Bro Yang!”

Two or three nearby boys joined in the teasing.

That nickname struck a raw nerve in Zheng Yang’s soul.

Embarrassed and angry, her face flushed red then green as she pointed at them.

“You little brats! Why are you so obsessed with giving people nicknames?”

Little brats?

The “15-year-old” Zheng Yangyang was calling them little brats?

The boys paused, exchanged amused glances, and burst out laughing.

One of them mockingly bowed to Zheng Yang.

“Big bro really is big bro! Talks just like a boss!”

Another even made up a little rhyme:

“Bro Yang’s big, big and tall! Bro Yang’s chest is eighty-eight!”

“You… you guys!”

Zheng Yang stamped her foot, pointing at them, too angry to speak.

She couldn’t believe she was getting this worked up over a bunch of brats the same age as her son, as if she really were just a high school girl.

Wu Chun strode over from her seat, grabbed Zheng Yang’s hand, and glared at the boys.

“You’ve gone too far! Bullying someone on the very first day?”

With that, she pulled Zheng Yang back to her seat, while the boys kept laughing carelessly.

Only when they noticed Teacher Li watching through the small window in the door did they sheepishly shut up and pretend to be well-behaved.

Teacher Li pushed the door open and entered.

He just glanced at the boys, said nothing, and didn’t even look at Zheng Yang, pretending to be busy organizing papers on the podium.

Zheng Yang sat in her seat, letting Wu Chun hold her hand and comfort her, but inside she was blaming herself, analyzing why she had let those brats get to her.

Logically, with her old soul, shouldn’t she have just smiled faintly and taken such childishness in stride?

Was her mind being influenced by this body, dragged back to fifteen?

She tried to convince herself it wasn’t true.

But then what was it?

She must have been too “complacent,” too dismissive of the brats, caught off guard.

Yes, that was it—too “complacent”!

Just like how she used to get angry at her own son.

That didn’t mean she was becoming childish!

Though deep down she sensed it wasn’t just complacency—she really did get worked up more easily than when she was a man—she deliberately nipped that thought in the bud.

Hmm… Having reasoned it out, Zheng Yang’s mood quickly improved.

And her state of mind didn’t escape Teacher Li’s notice.

“Zheng Yangyang, come here.”

Teacher Li called from the podium.

He handed her a form.

“This is the military training uniform size chart for our class. Go to the general affairs office and pick up everyone’s uniforms. Make sure to count them, sort them by size, and don’t mix them up. Think you can handle it?”

“Don’t worry, Teacher!”

Zheng Yang puffed out her chest.

“Oh, and you’ll need help—you can’t carry all that alone.”

Teacher Li checked the seating chart on the podium, then looked at the boys who had been teasing earlier.

“You, Li Tong, and you, Zhang Zihan. Both of you go with Zheng Yangyang. She’s the team leader.”

Pfft…

Zheng Yang barely held back a laugh—she had already sorted out her emotions, but Teacher Li’s move still gave her a sweet sense of revenge.

Seeing this, Wu Chun wanted to go with Zheng Yang.

She walked up to the podium.

“Teacher, let me help too.”

Teacher Li patted her shoulder with a smile.

“No need, three people is enough.”

Wu Chun had no choice but to watch Zheng Yang lead the two boys out, a mix of regret and admiration.

On the way to pick up the uniforms, the two boys followed behind Zheng Yang.

The one named Zhang Zihan laughed.

“Nice going, Bro Yang. The homeroom teacher just officially recognized your big-bro status.”

This time Zheng Yang didn’t get angry so easily.

She turned around and smiled.

“You’re not bad yourself, Little Sister Zihan. You just became Bro Yang’s top underling.”

Zhang Zihan felt humiliated.

“Tch! I’m a guy! My name is Zhang Zihan with ‘cold,’ not that girly ‘Han’!”

Zheng Yang said calmly, “You get to call me Bro Yang, but I can’t call you little sister?”

“I…”

Zhang Zihan was choked.

“Fine, you win!”

Zheng Yang sneered inwardly.

‘This is the real me, Zheng Yang. Brats will be brats.’

Soon, the three of them brought back all thirty-five sets of military training uniforms.

Teacher Li looked them over—neat, orderly—and couldn’t help but smile.

The idea he had in mind was basically settled.