After arriving at Misaka Mikoto and Shirai Kuroko’s dorm, Lin Wuming stood up, pushed the wheelchair to a corner, and then transferred essential Item such as kim kong sand and steel balls from the storage compartment to his person.
Noticing this, Misaka Mikoto couldn't help but say, “Actually, you don’t need to be so vigilant. We probably won’t encounter a situation that requires combat today.”
“Don’t mind it, it’s just a habit. Better safe than sorry,” Lin Wuming said. “Misaka, you also carry coins with you, right?”
“Hmm, that’s true…”
Before Misaka Mikoto finished speaking, she heard someone knock on the door.
“Shh!” Misaka Mikoto immediately gestured for everyone to be quiet.
If Shirai Kuroko were returning with clothes, she wouldn't knock; she would use Space Movement to enter directly.
First, she checked the situation at the door with the video doorbell. Misaka Mikoto first breathed a sigh of relief, then showed an expression of annoyance.
Opening the door, Shokuhou Misaki, Hu Feng Homi, and Hokaze Junko stood at the entrance.
“I’m surprised you managed to find this place,” Misaka Mikoto said with a stern face.
“Because someone saw you and Lin Wuming coming in this direction,” Shokuhou Misaki said. “It wasn’t hard to guess you were in your dorm after asking around a bit.”
“Huh? We were discovered? I thought Our had been careful enough…” Misaka Mikoto said, surprised.
“Don’t worry, I’ve already taken care of the aftermath for you.” Shokuhou Misaki shook the remote control in her hand, then narrowed her eyes. “So… what do you intend to do by bringing Lin Wuming here?”
Upon hearing that Misaka Mikoto had taken Lin Wuming to her dorm room, Shokuhou Misaki and Hu Feng Homi naturally sought them out to investigate.
Once she understood that this was an attempt to change Lin Wuming’s clothes to allow him to explore “discreetly,” Shokuhou Misaki immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
“Why go to such trouble?” Shokuhou Misaki gestured with the remote control. “As long as I make a slight adjustment…”
“Please, don’t mess around at a time like this!” Misaka Mikoto said helplessly. “At least let Lin Wuming participate in the activities normally.”
Everyone present had witnessed Shokuhou Misaki’s psychological invisibility, which was both incredibly miraculous and bizarre.
Using that technique, Lin Wuming would easily be overlooked by people, thereby achieving the goal of “low-key action.”
However, to others—especially Misaka Mikoto—such a method was nothing short of a crooked path and would affect the sense of participation in today’s Summer Festival activities.
Shokuhou Misaki didn't insist: “Alright, it’s not bad to try a new image occasionally.”
As she spoke, Shokuhou Misaki looked Lin Wuming up and down: “Looking closely, Lin Wuming is actually an excellent model~ It’s just, I wonder if the Drama Club has men’s clothing in the right size.”
Shokuhou Misaki’s concern was not without reason. The Drama Club had men’s clothing primarily so that members could dress as men for performances.
But Tokiwadai Middle School was, after all, an all-girls school, and a middle school at that, which meant there couldn’t be particularly tall types among the students.
Shokuhou Misaki’s height of 1.7 meters already made her stand out, but when she stood next to Lin Wuming, she was still at least a head shorter.
Moreover, Lin Wuming also paid great attention to physical exercise—to better withstand the burden brought by “Nen acceleration,” a strong, healthy body was indispensable.
However, his usual impression of using a wheelchair gave people a misconception—they would mistakenly believe that Lin Wuming was of a frail build.
But in fact, only after he got out of the wheelchair and stood up would one realize that Lin Wuming’s physique was quite substantial.
Of course, he couldn't compare to a muscle monster like Komaba Ritoku, who had natural superhuman strength, but he was not much different from Heiqi Mianliu.
Shokuhou Misaki highly doubted whether the Drama Club’s men’s clothing would burst from Lin Wuming.
Just as she was speaking, Shirai Kuroko had already returned to the dorm with a large luggage bag.
Seeing her room packed with so many people, Shirai Kuroko was also slightly surprised.
Then she coughed lightly: “Anyway, I borrowed the men’s clothing. As a price, the Drama Club members know it’s for Lin Wuming. But they promised to keep it a secret.”
“It’s fine, as long as it’s not publicized,” Misaka Mikoto said. “Thank you, Shirai.”
“It’s nothing,” Shirai Kuroko shook her head. “Try it on quickly. Since it doesn’t perfectly match Lin Wuming’s size, I also brought fabric and a sewing kit so we can make emergency alterations.”
No wonder Shirai Kuroko brought back such a large bag of things.
The largest men’s clothing in the Drama Club was a “noble lord’s” banquet suit, which needed to convey the effect of being “pot-bellied,” so the garment was more than ample in width—during performances, Drama Club members would stuff cushions or similar padding into the abdominal area for disguise.
Now, on Lin Wuming, it happened to fit just right.
However, the sleeves and pant legs were noticeably too short.
Fortunately, Tokiwadai Middle School’s curriculum was quite rich, including needlework and sewing.
Except for Shokuhou Misaki, whose practical skills were slightly lacking, almost everyone present could skillfully use a needle and thread.
Even Saten Ruiko, who was not a Tokiwadai Middle School student, was very good at mending.
Not aiming for perfection, but as a temporary measure, if they extended the sleeves and pant legs with fabric of the same material, with multiple people working together, it wouldn't take too long.
“No need for such trouble,” Lin Wuming, however, refused the girls’ alteration plan.
After all, the clothes were already on him—otherwise, it would be difficult to confirm how much needed to be added—Lin Wuming was still not quite used to the feeling of being surrounded and handled by a group of people.
“I have a faster method, and it won’t damage the clothing,” Lin Wuming said.
With that, Lin Wuming observed himself in the mirror for a while. Then, driven by Nen, the fabric beside him was neatly cut to the appropriate size and directly attached to the cuffs and pant hems.
No needles, thread, or other adhesives were used; it was purely relying on Nen to connect the fabric.
Lin Wuming’s Nen had reached a state of mastery; adjusting clothing was a trivial matter for him, posing no difficulty whatsoever.
Unless it encountered Kamijou Touma’s “Imagine Breaker,” it would not tear, even if violently ripped.
Seeing this, the girls who had just been discussing the division of labor all showed complex expressions.
“Lin Wuming, this won’t do,” Shokuhou Misaki, who had observed the entire process, couldn’t help but shake her head and complain. “You have to give girls a chance to show off their skills.”
