"Knock, knock, knock!"

The door of the locker room had been knocked from the outside several times.

An impatient but playful voice urged: "Are you done? Everyone is waiting for you. We're not women. What's the point of wasting time?"

"…"

Wen Ge, who was standing inside the door, had a bean-sized cold sweat on his forehead. At this moment of extreme embarrassment, he still had the mind to complain — —

This should be recorded for your boss to listen to!

Of course, he was just thinking about it.

Because the person outside urging him was his own boss, Wei Jie, and his boss's boss was a foreign extreme feminist who cultivated to become a saint.

Wen Ge looked at the mirror on the wall.

A high-spirited man with thick and long eyebrows, bright and spirited eyes, a strong and well-proportioned body, and a white tight vest against his healthy wheat-colored skin …

Even if he was thrown into the entertainment industry where handsome men were as numerous as the hairs on a cow, he would still be an outstanding beauty.

What's more, he was actually in an architectural design company that was rampant with ugly melons and bad dates.

Around him were more decadent and disheartened than the nerds in the science and technology field — — commonly known as the B modification maniac.

However, the handsome man in the mirror was wearing a pair of tight ballet pants that were as white as the tight vest!

It wasn't that Wen Ge had never seen his naked body, but this kind of tight clothing from top to bottom was even more shameful than taking it off cleanly.

And it was very extreme. No!

Comfortable!

Convinced!

The overall size felt two sizes smaller than the boxers he usually wore, and it also had to be bottomless …

God knows how much effort it took for him to put the tights on over his underwear, but the result was even more appalling.

At that time, he could still find some joy in the pain, thinking that it was no wonder that Superman could only be worn outside.

At this time, he just wanted to cry.

The uncomfortable feeling of being squeezed at any time was one thing, but the most important thing was — — how could he go out with such a clearly defined bloated bulge on his body …

Wen Ge withdrew his gaze from the mirror and looked down again.

This feeling of not being able to see the tip of his feet when he lowered his head might have been complacent in normal times, but at this moment, silence was better than words.

He wanted to cry, but no tears came out. It was not his fault that he was so strong.

His full lower lip was red from biting it.

Who would have thought that Wei Jie, that loser, would come up with such a crazy idea just to curry favor with the saint?

This kind of woman's tight stockings were completely devoid of morals and twisted human nature!

It was just a design that could make old women smile at the company's annual meeting …

"Bang bang bang!"

The knocking on the door became pounding.

Wei Jie yelled from the outside, "You're always so slow when you're changing maps!

Xiao Sun and the others! "

Wen Ge heard someone cursing and muttering outside, followed by the sound of footsteps and the sound of the door opening and closing.

They probably got impatient and went out first.

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Their boss, who had always been stingy, was especially generous this time. He spent a lot of money on the team.

Not only did he buy them clothes and equipment, but he also hired a professional ballet coach from the dance studio below the company's office building to coach them.

His request was simple and straightforward — they had to turn these ugly ducklings into male swans within a month!

Today was their first day of training.

For the first time, when it was time to get off work, they didn't have to work overtime. They were all rushed to the studio downstairs by Wei Jie.

Behind them, there was a group of women from various departments who had heard the news and came together.

The handsome guy from the design team, the most attractive person in the company, had to wear tight pants and dance ballet. From the receptionist to the cleaning auntie, they were all dancing with excitement.

This was one of the reasons why Wei Jie hated Wen Ge so much.

Not only was he outstanding in his work, but he was also young and handsome.

He took away the title of "Head of Department" as soon as he joined the company. This made Wei Jie, who was only in his early thirties and thought that he was rich and charming, bite his handkerchief countless times.

It was said that at that time, the design director Wei Jie had taken a fancy to a new girl in the company. After bombarding her with flowers and gifts for a while, he found out that she was madly in love with Wen Ge.

The enmity between them was completely formed.

Wei Jie couldn't find any flaws in Wen Ge's work, so he tried to make things difficult for him. This time, he had to humiliate him and make him the laughing stock of the company!

He leaned against the door of the cubicle and listened to the sounds outside. It seemed that everyone had left.

Wen Ge sighed helplessly. The boys under him didn't feel burdened. After all, they were all students who hadn't graduated yet, and they were all thin and skinny.

He turned his head to look at the mirror again. After walking around in a circle, he gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and pushed the door open resolutely.

The changing room was quiet.

This was the changing room of the studio. Usually, it was the female members, so the lockers were all occupied. There was no place for the men to put their clothes, so they just threw them on the benches.

Wen Ge frowned.

He swept away the underwear that he didn't know which boy had thrown on the floor. He hugged his neatly folded clothes and found a clean corner to put them away.

He took two steps toward the door, and all the discomfort came rushing up.

Not only the front, but the back was also very awkward.

The purpose of tight ballet pants was to show the beautiful lines of a man's muscles in detail. The effect was to have no gaps.

Usually, he didn't feel it, but now, the two strong gluteus maximus muscles were separated. As he walked, they were tightly wrapped, stretching, and contracting. They didn't feel like his own.

He also wasn't used to the practice shoes on his feet. Fortunately, they weren't the formal ballet shoes that girls wore.

Wen Ge raised his hand and scratched his hair in annoyance. His hair was standing on end because of the sweat from putting on the pants.

Standing still like this, he looked like a ballerina who had just finished a solo dance and was walking backstage.

The door of the changing room was suddenly pushed open at this moment.

Fortunately, Wen Ge reacted quickly. He stepped back and leaned back. Otherwise, his high nose bridge would have been in trouble.

"Ah, sorry!"

A tall woman with her hair tied in a flat bun stood at the door. She was wearing light pink practice clothes and a small gauze skirt.

"Are you done changing?"

She looked up and down at Wen Ge.

The apology on her face immediately turned into a smile. Her soft eyebrows and a pair of peach blossom eyes curved together. "I even said I would come in and help you."

Wen Ge didn't know why his face turned red.

Help, help me!

Wear tight pants!

His first reaction was very conflicted.

Should I quickly avert my damned gaze from the deep cleavage of her tight top?

Or should he cover his important parts with both hands?

So his brain was stuck.

He didn't tear his eyes away, and he didn't cover his unusual shyness.

The worst thing was that it was fine if he was embarrassed, but he actually grew stronger shamelessly!

He couldn't be blamed. Any man who was strangled like this would have a little stress reaction when a beautiful ballerina with an enchanting figure appeared in front of him.

"Good figure."

The woman smiled very openly. Her red lips pouted as if she was whistling.

Wen Ge didn't know why he had such an illusion, but he didn't hear a whistle. He only heard four big words rumbling around —

Good figure, good figure …

"Wen Ge!

What are you waiting for? Miss Su personally came to invite you. Don't put on airs! "

Wei Jie suddenly scurried over.

He scolded his subordinate with a stern face, then turned to the beautiful coach with a smile. "Miss Su, I told you to ignore him. He's so old that he can't even wear clothes properly."

"Since everyone's here, let's start."

Su Tang smiled and nodded at him. She turned around nimbly and walked to the middle of the practice room.

Wei Jie narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath. This was what the fragrant breeze meant!

Wen Ge stood behind her and pulled his pants. He looked away from the beautiful coach's short gauze skirt and saw his superior's expression. He rolled his eyes.

"Chairman Wei."

He coughed dryly and pulled his superior back from his wretched fantasy.

This director didn't allow others to call him Director Wei. He said it was troublesome, so everyone in the company called him Chairman Wei.

There was no need to talk about some of his hidden thoughts.

Wei Jie was usually shorter than Wen Ge, but now that he was wearing a suit and leather shoes, he was actually as tall as his subordinate who was wearing flat-soled practice shoes.

He seemed to finally be able to snort at people. He looked at Wen Ge's embarrassed appearance with a smug expression.

"Do a good job!"

He turned around and followed him with his hands behind his back.

Wen Ge raised his hand and scratched his head again. He had no choice but to step out of the door.

"Ah!!!"

"So handsome!"

It was as if he had been lying in ambush in advance. As soon as he appeared, the women in the practice room who had been told to "only watch from afar and not touch" began to scream frantically.

Wei Jie, who was walking in front of them, staggered.

He looked back at his subordinate in disbelief. His hair was messy and sweaty. He was wearing a white singlet, tight pants, and small white shoes. Stupid and funny. What was there to scream about?

Were those women crazy?

Of course, he didn't want to admit that his subordinate's body was really good and his accessories were also very good.

However, having a good size was a private matter. It was shameful to wear it like this. It was not decent at all!

Wei Jie had even specially styled himself today. He was dressed like a socialite to create a 'stark contrast'.

Although Wen Ge was embarrassed by such a scene, she was immediately frightened back by the momentum that she had accidentally raised.

He felt that his pants were a little looser and patted his soft little brother in his heart. Good job!

Even so, it was still very interesting.

Almost every step she took, the women raised a wave of sound. Wen Ge did not dare to look at those hungry eyes that were like wolves and tigers.

In their company, these women were not weaker than the fans in the entertainment industry. They all secretly claimed to be his wife fans.

"Cough, cough. Don't look. It's affecting their class."

Wei Jie put a fist to his mouth and pretended to cough loudly to drive them away.

He turned around and saw Miss Su's approving gaze.

He was electrified by the beautiful coach's small gaze. Suddenly, he felt better and was no longer in the mood to continue watching his subordinate make a fool of himself.

"Miss Su, I'll take them away. I'll leave them to you."