Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 171 Zeng Xiaoxian, Born with Extraordinary Appearance

"Huh?"

Zeng Xiaoxian looked down at his arms, which were of different lengths, and realized for the first time that he actually had this shortcoming.

Yu Mo bumped her head against Yi Fei's shoulder: "This is really bad. Your upper and lower body proportions are already off enough, and then your two arms are even longer than each other."

If she had known that styling Teacher Zeng would be such a tricky task, she should have just given it to Ziqiao.

Yifei looked at Zeng Xiaoxian teasingly: "I originally thought you were just different from normal people because you were shameless, but I didn't expect that you were also abnormal in terms of physical structure."

"It's one thing for a tall man of 1.82 meters to have short legs, but he also has arms of different lengths."

Zeng Xiaoxian tried desperately to stretch out his obviously shorter left arm, but even after his face turned red, the two arms still remained half a fist's length apart.

He shouted angrily, "It's all your fault, Hu Yifei! If you hadn't dislocated my arm three times, how could my two arms be different lengths!"

Faced with Zeng Xiaoxian's accusations, Yifei felt a little guilty: "You can't blame me for this. Flash is a passive skill, which is about physical instinct over consciousness."

"This is my defense mechanism; it's not so easy to control."

"What should we do then!" Zeng Xiaoxian was on the verge of tears.

The straightforward Yifei immediately had a brilliant idea: "I've been twisting your left arm before, how about I try twisting your right arm? Maybe that will adjust both arms to be the same length?"

"Can you control the precision?"

"How could that be? Do you think I have the ability to dislocate bones and tendons?" Yifei rolled her eyes at Xiaoxian.

Zeng Xiaoxian backed away repeatedly: "What if you accidentally make my right arm shorter than my left again?"

"Um..." Yifei said weakly, "How about I pinch your left arm again?"

"Go to hell!"

The thought of Yifei twisting both of Zeng Xiaoxian's arms into short, thick pretzels made him back away repeatedly; "Stay away from my arms!"

"Okay, okay."

Although Yifei didn't know whether Zeng Xiaoxian's arms being different lengths had anything to do with her, she wouldn't provoke him at this moment.

"We're doomed."

Xiao Xian cried out, "I'm a public figure. If my haters find out that my two arms are different lengths and attack me, do I even want to live anymore?"

Yu Mo comforted her, "Teacher Zeng, I think you don't need to worry about this at all."

"You have a solution? That's great!" Zeng Xiaoxian wished he could pounce on Yu Mo right away.

"No, it's because your short legs are already obvious enough. Haters don't need to look closely at whether your arms are different lengths to attack you."

Zeng Xiaoxian: (╯□╰)!

Meijia pulled out a lollipop from somewhere and put it in her mouth, saying indistinctly, "Teacher Zeng, you don't even have many fans now, how come you're thinking about something as far-fetched as haters?"

"What do you know? Even a salted fish has dreams." Zeng Xiaoxian was still unconvinced, and he tried to align his arms again.

Seeing the veins bulging on his forehead and his eyes practically popping out of their sockets, Nanfeng quickly stepped forward to stop him: "Alright, don't dislocate your shoulder later..."

Nanfeng gently patted Xiaoxian's shoulder and said, "Teacher Zeng, you don't need to worry too much about your two arms being a little different...maybe it's an omen?"

"A sign?"

Everyone was puzzled; what kind of omen could this be?

Nanfeng nodded: "That's right, an omen."

"As we all know, many heroes and great men throughout history have had extraordinary appearances. For example, Xiang Yu was born with double pupils, Liu Bang had seven orifices pointing upwards, Liu Bei had ears that reached past his shoulders and hands that reached past his knees, and Sima Yi had the eyes of an eagle and the gaze of a wolf..."

"Such people were often referred to as having extraordinary features in ancient times, which was a sign given by God."

"This omen indicates that they are born extraordinary and are destined to stand at the forefront of the times and achieve great things."

"Teacher Zeng, your current situation might also be an unusual occurrence, a sign from God?"

In his inner world, Nanfeng shrugged.

I know what I'm saying is a lot of nonsense, but we can't let Teacher Zeng stay so conflicted and depressed forever.

[Someone as concerned about his public image as Zeng Xiaoxian suddenly realized that his body proportions were all wrong when he needed a makeover... I'm almost embarrassed to tell Teacher Zeng that even his head is a size bigger than other people's.]

In short, if this matter isn't resolved, he'll keep nagging for days, and our apartment will never be peaceful again.

[Not to mention, given Teacher Zeng's current condition, he simply can't continue with the "Xiannan Makeover." If he can't secure sponsorship, he'll be at the bottom again this year.]

While feudal superstition is unacceptable, it works.

"Really?" Zeng Xiaoxian asked, half-believing. "My short legs and arms being different lengths can be considered a natural abnormality?"

Xiaoxian desperately wanted to believe what Nanfeng said, but as a history master's student, he didn't condone such feudal superstition.

"What do you mean short legs? This is called a long torso."

As the saying goes: A long upper body means a long life, a long lower body means a busy life.

"You are a naturally blessed person, with lasting good fortune and the ability to turn misfortune into good luck."

Seeing Nanfeng talking so confidently to Xiaoxian, Yu Mo whispered to the two people beside her, "Is Nanfeng just trying to fool Teacher Zeng?"

Yifei and Meijia nodded in unison.

"But what he said is so outrageous!" Yu Mo pouted. "Would anyone really be fooled by such a lie?"

Meijia covered her mouth and whispered, "Ziqiao once said that what can deceive people is never a lie, but the desire of the deceived person themselves."

"As long as Teacher Zeng has this desire, he will obediently take the bait."

Zeng Xiaoxian seemed to understand what Nanfeng was saying, and then he suddenly realized and said, "That's right, there are also famous people in history who have long upper bodies and short lower bodies, such as Sun Quan."

When Liu Bei first saw Sun Quan, he said: "Sun Quan is tall and short, and it is difficult for him to be subordinate to me. I cannot see him again."

"Oh, I see."

Meijia pointed at Zeng Xiaoxian, who was deceiving himself: "I told you, Teacher Zeng would take the bait himself."

"This illiterate man was demonstrating his master's degree in history for the first time, and it turned out he was just fooling himself... Now I understand why so many master's and doctoral students are still being fooled."

Yifei muttered dismissively, but didn't expose Nanfeng's lie.

Xiaoxian asked expectantly, "What's the explanation for the two arms being different lengths?"

"Um...look, what do you call it when your arms are in a stepped shape?"

"That's what you call rising steadily."

Nanfeng earnestly flattered, "This means your career will rise steadily and reach new heights. What a wonderful omen!"

"Teacher Zeng, please don't doubt it. You are born with extraordinary features and are destined to achieve great things."

"Of course, your special ability is far inferior to the double pupils mentioned earlier, and coupled with the limitations of this era, there is definitely no chance of you becoming a king or prime minister."

"However, with my career on the rise, becoming a famous TV host will definitely not be a problem."

"Is it really that exaggerated...?"

Zeng Xiaoxian looked delighted. He unconsciously squeezed his legs together, and his whole body swayed with his lewd laughter.

Seeing that this scoundrel was starting to get cocky again, Yifei started to pour cold water on him: "Don't be too smug. Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei were all born with extraordinary features, but they only built their fortunes in middle age."

"Even though the Overlord was powerful enough, he still committed suicide at the Wujiang River."

"If you don't work hard, even the best natural talent won't help."

Spurred on by Yifei's cold words, Zeng Xiaoxian realized that what she said made a lot of sense.

"Yes, yes, right now securing sponsorships is the most important thing."

He looked at Yu Mo, squinted his small eyes, and smiled, "Yu Mo..."

"Teacher Zeng, I'm trying to think of a solution for you."

"Luckily, this suit was chosen based on which arm you have. I just need to pick out some cufflinks and straighten out the cuffs for you."

"I'll also help you choose some bow ties and brooches, and other accessories."

Yu Mo looked up at the sales assistant and said, "Hello, I'm very happy with this outfit. May I ask where the accessories are?"

The sales assistant who had initially greeted them stepped forward and said, "Hello, the accessories section is in this direction. Shall I take you there?"

Yu Mo and Xiao Xian followed closely behind the sales assistant. Suddenly, Zeng Xiao Xian thought of something and turned around to instruct Hu Yifei.

"Please remember to get the clothes and pants from the fitting room for me. My phone is still in my coat."

Yifei pointed to herself in surprise, then looked at Meijia and Nanfeng: "Was he ordering me around?"

Meijia and Nanfeng nodded.

"This guy's trying to rebel."

Yifei pouted, but still obediently went to help Zeng Xiaoxian get his clothes.

Meijia, on the other hand, couldn't wait to lead Nanfeng to take photos.

"Take a picture, take a picture! Handsome guy, handsome..."

"I'm sorry, she was a bit agitated." Nanfeng apologized to the sales assistants who had been startled.

He tugged at Mika, who was starting to act wildly again: "If you keep getting this excited, I'm not going to play along."

Meijia smiled shyly at Nanfeng and made a shushing gesture.

"Let's take a picture quickly."

"Taking photos is no problem, but don't you feel like something's missing?" Nanfeng touched his nose, feeling that something was amiss.