Rebirth in 1980: The Farm Wife Makes a Comeback
Chapter 290: Worn Inside Out

Chapter 290: Chapter 290: Worn Inside Out

"Yes."

Qin Xiangnuan sighed in relief. She wondered if it was like that medicine, shrinking after a few days of taking it.

A string of characters appeared again in the system.

"When you get older and they sag, naturally it’ll get better."

Qin Xiangnuan, with a smack, turned off the system. Isn’t that just stating the obvious? Since she was alone in the system, she immediately took off her top, looked down, and was speechless at the curve she saw; she was going to have to live with these two big ’balls’ for a lifetime.

Would they spill food on her clothes while eating, would people say she’s all boobs no brains; could other women get jealous; would it often lead to sexual harassment, tempting men to commit crimes; could she be mistaken for being flirty; might the weight at the front make her trip over easily, could it be dangerous going down the stairs if she couldn’t see her feet; would it waste fabric and body wash; could people think her fast promotions were because of her looks; might she have trouble nursing in the future, possibly suffocating the baby; andthe fact that women with large breasts often become overweight.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. The current problem was, how was she going to hide them and go back to her ’bean sprout’ figure? It was already strange that they developed so excessively, let alone think about middle school; even high school girls weren’t this developed. Especially, she didn’t want Jian Zhiqing to find out; if she ever said, "Oh, you’ve grown up," she really might just grab a basin and drown herself.

So, she bought some cotton fabric in the system and made herself a corset. Though uncomfortable and a bit suffocating, there was no other solution, so she really shouldn’t take too much of that medicine.

After changing her clothes, she felt okay, at least it appeared flat and not so prominent at the front.

Exiting the system, as soon as she opened the door, she saw Jian Zhiqing had returned. His gaze seemed to linger at her chest for a long time.

"Scoundrel," she cursed silently in her heart.

"Nuannuan..." Jian Zhiqing’s sudden voice made her almost want to turn back and loudly curse him a scoundrel again.

"What is it?" She clenched her clothes hard, as if twisting Jian Zhiqing’s hair.

"Oh, nothing," Jian Zhiqing put his hands in his pockets, a simple white shirt making him look dashing, and black suit pants accentuating his elegance. Even ordinary clothes looked amazing on him, as if they were tailor-made.

Qin Xiangnuan opened the door wider, about to go in, but then Jian Zhiqing spoke again, making Qin Xiangnuan wish she could stuff something in his mouth.

"Nuannuan..."

"Your clothes are on backwards."

With a bang, Qin Xiang forcefully locked the door.

Jian Zhiqing was baffled, shaking his head and sighing, "Ah, the little girl has finally grown up, and with a temper too."

Meanwhile, Qin Xiangnuan leaned against the door inside, tugging at her clothes, which were indeed on backwards. She had been preoccupied with other things and forgot to check the front from the back. Thankfully, she hadn’t gone to school; it would’ve been so embarrassing, losing face all the way to school.

She put on her backpack, strutted with pride because from the front it looked as flat as a plain, with no curves.

In the classroom, there weren’t many people. At the educational corner, Li Li and Mao Xiaomei seemed to be up to something, looking sneaky and suspicious.

"What are you doing?" Qin Xiangnuan put down her backpack and walked over. They better not be up to something shady.

The two women smiled mischievously and then grabbed Qin Xiangnuan. Before she could react, a hand stretched out and touched her chest, startling her so much she instantly covered herself, her face turning red. What are these women doing, acting like female hooligans?

Aside from bathing, she never even touches them anymore, especially now that they’re bound so tightly they’re as flat as an airstrip.

"Wow, Xiang Nuan, you’re so flat."

Mao Xiaomei proudly arched her chest, which was quite pronounced.

Li Li covered her mouth, giggling.

"Forget it, no matter how proud you are, you’re not as big as Ning Tiantian. Look at hers, they’re almost like basketballs. The boys in our class are practically glued to her."

Mao Xiaomei snorted, "With that face of hers, you can tell she’s no good. Flirting with this one and that one, it’s really uncomfortable."

"You’re uncomfortable because she’s always clinging to Jin Zixuan, aren’t you?"

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Mao Xiaomei seemed to have been caught off guard and moved to plug Li Li’s mouth.

Qin Xiangnuan leaned on the wall behind, thinking about this Jin Zixuan.

He was just their class topper, the geek who only knew about studies and not about social graces.

Honestly, she didn’t really have much feeling toward Jin Zixuan; mainly, she felt studying too much was silly. Even if Ning Tiantian really had basketball-sized breasts or even watermelons, Jin Zixuan would probably just think those places were spacious enough to be used as scratch paper.

Jin Zixuan’s family was probably well-off, judging from his usual attire and spending. He always wore a pair of small glasses, but according to current aesthetics, he must be quite popular... a new type of intellectual. With his results, he would definitely become a civil servant in the future, and with a well-off family, no wonder all these girls are after him. Though times have changed, and girls are no longer just high schoolers talking marriage, most rural folks still hold that mindset, so there, they’re probably all plotting as well.

Qin Xiangnuan walked to the desk, taking out her notebook not for homework but to doodle. She wanted to design a few outfits for herself, including a cotton and linen nightgown and some shirts and trousers.

Their era was still rather conservative, girls weren’t supposed to show too much arm or leg, otherwise, they would be considered indecent. But open girls like Ning Tiantian were exceedingly rare. You could understand, really. Ning Tiantian’s circumstances probably weren’t too good if she didn’t find someone now, who knows what kind of country bumpkin she’d end up marrying back home.

The school bell rang outside, signaling the beginning of classes. She stuffed all her designs into her desk and then took out her textbooks, prepared for class.