enjoyebooks Chapter 137 is a dimensional reduction attack!
Chapter 137 is a dimensional reduction attack!
Shen Li paused, squinting as she looked ahead.
Good guy.
Under the streetlights at the crossroads, two girls were arguing face to face.
That posture, that aura, that tense, confrontational spirit—it was even more ferocious than when Zhou Tie was cursing earlier.
The woman on the left is wearing a white chiffon blouse with a delicate bow at the collar, looking extremely dignified and elegant, but her figure is simply too stunning.
The fabric was stretched taut, with faint gaps between the buttons.
She wore a black, form-fitting pencil skirt that was very tight, and her two long, straight legs were covered in thin, flesh-colored stockings. She wore a pair of black, pointed-toe stilettos with thin, long heels that looked like nails.
Her hair was styled into a meticulously crafted bun, revealing her delicate and smooth forehead and graceful, fair swan neck.
Not only are her features exquisite, but her makeup is also impeccable, with bright red lips, slightly upturned eyeliner, and a sharp look in her eyes that says, "I'm the most reasonable person, but I will never back down."
The gold-rimmed glasses rested on her delicate nose, adding a touch of refined academic elegance to her sharp features.
Then look at the person on the right; their style is completely different.
Wearing a black, tight-fitting short T-shirt with very little fabric, it tightly hugged her voluptuous breasts, which heaved violently with her rapid breathing, making Shen Li's eyes almost pop out.
The hem of the T-shirt revealed a section of her flat, toned waist with clearly defined abs; her waist was so slender that you could pinch it with your hands together.
He wore army green cargo pants, the pant legs tucked into black Martin boots, making his legs look long and straight. His buttocks were taut and rounded by the cargo pants, exuding a sense of power and explosiveness.
Her hair was dyed an exaggeratedly bright cherry blossom pink and tied into pigtails, revealing her smooth forehead and sharp jawline.
Her features had a mixed-race look, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose bridge, full lips, and black lipstick. Her eyes revealed a wildness that said, "I can not only argue, but I can also fight."
Shen Li's heart skipped a beat.
Holy crap... what the hell is this battle of gods?
On the left is an "academic mature woman", and on the right is a "punk hot girl". One is poised and elegant, and the other is explosive. Are these two acting out "Empresses in the Palace" or "Young and Dangerous"?
Shen Li unconsciously slowed her pace and pricked up her ears.
It wasn't that he wanted to eavesdrop, it's just that these two women were so loud that he couldn't ignore them even if he wanted to.
"What gives you the right to accuse me of objectifying myself?!"
The pink-haired stunner, hands on her hips, took a step forward with her long legs beneath her cargo pants, exuding a menacing aura.
"What I wear is my freedom! I like wearing tight clothes because I'm in great shape! If I don't show off my abs, why would I hide them from you?!"
"What you wear is of course your freedom."
The bespectacled woman adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, her tone unhurried, but every word carried a barb.
"But when you post those videos of yourself twisting and turning on Douyin with captions like 'Isn't her waist slim?', whose aesthetic are you pandering to? Who are you sending a signal to? Don't you know the answer?"
"Follow my ass!"
The pink-haired stunner immediately started swearing, and the scene erupted in another violent upheaval.
"I dance for my own enjoyment! I wiggle because I'm flexible! If you don't like it, then don't watch! Who's forcing you to watch my videos?!"
I didn't watch your videos.
The bespectacled woman's lips curled into a slight, sarcastic smile.
"You were the one who shared it on your WeChat Moments, saying 'I've gained another 3,000 followers,' and that's why I clicked to take a look. I regretted it as soon as I saw it... That wasn't dancing, that was just groping."
"Chop the edge?! Say that again?!"
"Chapter edge. Do you need me to explain the meaning of this word?"
Shen Li was stunned.
Good heavens, this is the ultimate showdown between "freedom of dress" and "anti-objectification"!
One said, "It's my freedom to wear whatever I want," while the other said, "You're dressing like that to cater to the male gaze."
Both sides felt they were in the right, and both sides wanted nothing more than to tear the other apart.
He was engrossed in reading when the bespectacled woman suddenly changed the subject, her tone becoming more earnest:
"I've seen plenty of people like you. You think that because you're young, beautiful, and have a good figure, the less you wear, the more power you have. Let me tell you, that's called self-objectification. You think you're in control of your body, but actually you're just contributing to the male gaze."
The pink-haired stunner laughed in anger, but it was a cold laugh:
"You think you have the nerve to lecture me dressed like that?"
She sized up the bespectacled woman, her gaze lingering on the stretched-out chiffon blouse and pencil skirt, her voice rising an octave.
"Aren't you wearing stockings, high heels, and a bodycon skirt yourself? Isn't that catering to the male gaze? You call your 'business attire' more elegant than my 'tight-fitting clothes,' right?!"
The bespectacled woman's expression changed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.
"It's a professional requirement. I'm interning at a TV station, and dressing appropriately is a basic requirement."
"Come on! What kind of job requires that? You're an intern at a TV station, right? Then why aren't you wearing trousers?... You're wearing a pencil skirt! Flesh-colored stockings! High heels! Isn't that the same? What's the difference between what you're wearing and what I'm wearing?"
The bespectacled woman paused for 0.3 seconds, then retaliated:
"The difference is that I didn't twist and turn in the video, and I didn't caption it 'Is her waist slim?'"
"That's because your waist isn't slim enough!"
Upon hearing this, the bespectacled woman's expression completely changed.
Shen Li gasped.
Holy crap, that stab was both accurate and ruthless.
The pink-haired stunner's statement skipped the theoretical debate and precisely targeted the other person's body anxiety.
The bespectacled mature woman's waist isn't thick, but compared to the pink-haired hottie's slender, boneless waist, it does pale in comparison.
This is a fucking dimensional attack!
The bespectacled woman took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently.
The buttons on the tight chiffon blouse groaned under the strain.
She was silent for a few seconds, then laughed, a laugh as cold as the winter wind:
"So you resort to personal attacks when you can't win an argument? That's a classic case of 'running out of arguments'."
"You're the one who's completely condescending! What gives you the right to define what 'conformity' or 'freedom' means? What gives you the right to judge me using your own standards?"
The pink-haired stunner's eyes were slightly red, and her voice carried a hint of grievance.
"Do you know how many crunches I did every day to get this waist? I'm showing off my effort, not just my physique!"
The bespectacled woman paused for a moment, seemingly touched for a split second.
But he quickly regained his calm tone:
"It's your business to put in the effort. But when you post it on a public platform, you have to bear the responsibility for its public impact. Your video was full of comments from men saying 'Wife' and 'I'm done.' Do you think that's recognition of your efforts?"
"I don't care what they post! I don't even know them! If you think there's a problem, report it!"