Chapter 017 - Misses in Student Uniforms

In unison, the three asked, "To sign up for the army?"

Ye Xia smiled lightly and answered with a straight face, "Yes. Each of us wants to join the army, and within two years of military service get the chance to be granted a Knight of the Holy Light; after another two years, strive to be able to become an angel. Once you become an angel, you have a thousand-year lifespan. As a civilian with a lifespan of about a hundred years at most, who wouldn't want to get a thousand years of life?"

Natasha nodded, "Yeah! It's a pity that our girls' bodies aren't as strong as you boys'. I used to enroll with Varya and the three of them, but when the physical fitness test came down, none of the girls in our Tasco Town could meet the requirements. Since then, the four of us gave up."

Tolya swallowed a large mouthful of milk tea and chimed in, "I went to enroll the year I turned eighteen and failed my physical fitness. The next year, I went to enroll with Ye Xia and Andrei, and both Ye Xia and I failed, and only Andrei met the standard. After that, I also gave up."

Andre sighed a little and said, "Although I was physically qualified, I was only good enough to be an ordinary soldier, and in two years' time, the merit value had accumulated enough to be two hundred percent, but when I bathed in the holy light, I was unable to absorb the holy light to save it as a seal, and I didn't have the physique to become a knight of the holy light, so after two years of service, I retired and came back." ...

The skinny Uncle Boria sat in a seat in the far corner of the tea store, sitting with apprehension and anticipation, as he slowly sipped a cup of pearl milk tea that he had seen for the first time, while looking out of the door, checking on the three Genya people for a moment, and then checking on the three Ye Xia lads for a moment.

Uncle Borya thought contradictorily in his heart, "If it weren't for my lack of money, if it weren't for the fact that you three little bastards had prepaid for six sets of clothes to get me through paying the rent, I wouldn't have helped you guys to make these oddly shaped sets of clothes! What a new designer, Ye Xia, designing clothes that don't match the aesthetics and habits of our people, I really don't understand why Father Gainer agreed to his designs. After an afternoon's display, no one even asked questions about these clothes, and they even said that someone would surely buy them, and they even signed a contract saying that they would charge me royalties! Why did I sign? Ye Xia, you have no future! But don't ever tell anyone that I made the clothes, or I'll be really embarrassed!"

Uncle Boria took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, it was 4:30 p.m. He poured the last of the "black pearls" in his glass into his mouth with indignation, wiped his lips with a handkerchief and got up ready to leave.

At that moment, a group of people came around the corner of the street, some parents with a group of twelve and thirteen year old boys and girls. The children were students in the choir of the Fiore church and had just come out of rehearsal and their parents had come to take them home.

The teenage boys and girls slowed down as they passed the Augustloff Tea Shop and began to talk, then one after another looked up and said to their mothers, "Mom, those three young ladies are wearing such pretty costumes!"

The housewives looked in the direction to which the children had pointed, and, indeed, there were three young girls, probably about sixteen years of age, dressed in new and beautiful garments, which, though not made in accordance with the customary requirements for gowns, skirts, or pants, did not show the arms and thighs of the girls, but rather added to the florid vigor of the young girls.

"Let's go over there and ask where to buy it, by the way." The housewives led the children over.

"Huh? If it isn't Genya. Don't you hide, I recognize your deep one-sided dimple. Come over here, auntie has something to ask you!" A housewife shouted at the dodging Genya.

Seeing that she couldn't avoid it, Genya had no choice but to run over with a smile and a laugh, hug the middle-aged woman around the waist, kiss her face, and say in a pouty manner, "Hello! My dear aunt. I didn't finish my homework and sneaked out. You must not tell my father, or he will scold me."

The middle-aged woman gave Genya a kiss as well, removing the paper blindfold she'd used to cover the upper half of her face to make sure it was her niece all right before putting it back on her, chiding her with a smile, "It's not a matter of writing or not writing homework. Girls can't be recruited to work under the age of sixteen, they'll be fined."

Genya kissed the other side of her aunt's face again and continued to pout, "No, Auntie, Tolya and the others only invited Masha and Lisa to come part-time for half a day, not me, and I did see that the dress was so beautiful and that they made really good milk tea, that I begged Tolya and the other three of them to let me come and cheer on the show as a friend! You know what? When I get off work at five o'clock, this outfit will be given to me for free, as compensation for my half day's hard work!"

"Yes?" The middle-aged woman swept over to the four Tolya's over there where the three men and one woman were chatting, "I know Tolya, he's generous. Alright, I believe you, I will help you keep your secret and never tell your father."

At that moment, a little twelve-year-old girl next to the women tugged at Genya and said, "Cousin, come on, let me get a good look at your outfit!"

Genya let go of her aunt and stretched her arms out slightly, showing them to her cousin, then deflected her body slightly to the left, then slightly to the right, and finally turned gently in place.

"Wow! It's so pretty!" A dozen or so twelve- and thirteen-year-old girls applauded and exclaimed, and one or two of them tilted their heads to their own parents and shouted, "Dad (mom), I want to buy a set of clothes like this, too!"

Before the parents could reply, an old man's voice suddenly burrowed in from the side next to Genya at that moment, "Aha! Dear ladies and gentlemen, girls and boys! I am the owner of Borisov's tailor store on the next Victory Street, you may call me Boria. The dress that our beautiful Miss Zhenya is wearing is the latest product of our store, and today for the first time we are showing it to the public on the street. If you like it and are interested in buying it, please move with me to our store and my wife, Judina, will fit you right away. Let me see how many of you there are, one, two, three ... Thirteen beautiful little girls in all, so that if you put down a deposit today, we can finish six dresses tomorrow, and all thirteen the day after that!"

Genya's aunt shifted her gaze from Genya to Boria, "Boria, has this new design of clothing been reported to the Fiore church?"

"Yes!" Boria sharply pulled a design out of his pocket, opened it, and said as he circled around to give the women a general look down, "As you can see, this design is the one for Genya's costume, with the signature of the newcomer to the design, Yecha, at the lower right, as well as the signature and stamp of the person who agreed to it, Father Gaynor, and the signature and license stamp of the Trade Office as well."

Another woman asked, "How much is this suit and is it expensive? If it's expensive, we won't look for you, we'll go to another store."

"Aha!" Boria sharply put away the design and sharply opened another piece of paper, "You see, here is the designer Yersha's autograph - Yersha . Yerofeyevich Konstantinov. Konstantinov, who has authorized our tailor's store to be the only manufacturer of his garments in our town of Tasco who can use his design and trademark, so that in our town of Tasco such garments can be bought only from me. Anyone who uses the design and trademark illegally will be investigated by the Trade Office. As you know, if anyone buys a garment produced with the knowledge that it is a stolen design and trademark, there is a possibility that they will be fined by the Trade Division."

What Boria said was true, the clothing styles and laws of the people of the Holy Land first originated from the designs and regulations of the angels thousands of years ago, then were overseen and enforced by the Temple, and evolved to the present day, enforced by the churches and trade offices around the world. After thousands of years, those laws and regulations may be outdated or not strictly supervised and enforced, but the written laws still exist.

Boria, the old fart, would not let the scene get serious and awkward as he continued to mouth off, "You know what? This outfit has a very beautiful name, it's called a student outfit. Come, come, come, beautiful Genya, Lisa and Masha, side by side and show them off together."

Genya, Lisa and Masha stood side by side, then turned sideways, Genya crossed her fingers and pushed down diagonally; Lisa put her palms on Genya's shoulders; Masha put her palms on Lisa's shoulders.

We all saw a logo embroidered on the side of the right cuff of the blouse, a K sub-mother surrounded by a circle; vaguely, we also saw this icon on the upper part of the sunscreen sleeve; the same logo was embroidered on the corner of the right skirt; the logo was on the bow; and the socks, near the ankles, also had this logo.

It wasn't important to see the logo, what was important was that the three Genya's, who were already neat and fresh in the same uniform, now looked great in their collective pose.

The three Genii neatly raised their right legs and angled them down thirty degrees.

"Gee, gee, gee," Uncle Boria asked the women and girls, beaming and bending slightly in deference, "How's it going, dear ladies and young ladies? How's the costume? Is it beautiful? Is it beautiful?"