Will you still love me even if I'm a man?

Chapter 82: The Cowherd and the Weaving Girl

Translator: Angela
Original author: Angelina

Life returned to the way it used to be: get up, eat, go to school, bicker, and get tricked. Nothing seemed to have changed. Mai Ding cherished this feeling. Every day, he would not give up on the opportunity to love An Ziyan. He didn’t know why, but whenever he saw An Ziyan, he felt like hugging him and giving him slobbery kisses. However, it was only an impulse. If he really got a single speck of saliva on An
Ziyan’s face, An Ziyan could probably drown him with saliva.
But no matter what, your evil personality and my kind heart will never change, so let’s see who lasts the longest. Mai Ding felt that justice would win in the end.
Things started to get busy at school because the schoolwide celebration was in two weeks’ time and each class would prepare one or two performances. Right now, Mai Ding’s class was having a discussion to decide what performance they would do. They decided to do a play, but what would the play be about? The entire class was out of good ideas, but this kind of thing was Mai Ding’s specialty. He raised
his hand, wanting to express his opinions. The class president nodded his head, indicating Mai Ding to speak: “How about Cinderella, Little Red Riding Hood, and others like that.”

“We’re not kids anymore, we’re university students. Besides, the teachers usually don’t like it when we do foreign plays.”

“Then we’ll do Thunderstorm.” [note: it’s an old Chinese play from 1933]

“Thunderstorm is way too hard.”

After seeing his proposal get shot down, Mai Ding pursed his lips, sat down, and complained at An Ziyan, who sat with his legs propped up on the table while playing on his cellphone: “They think it’s either too simple or too difficult. They’re so hard to please.”

Someone suddenly said: “How about the story of the Cowherd and the Weaving Girl?” [note: This is one of the most classic folktales in China, where the two lovers can only meet once a year on the 7th day of the 7th lunar month.]

This idea gained the approval of everyone in the class; even Mai Ding thought it was a pretty good idea.

The class president touched his chin: “Xiao Yi can play the Weaver, but who will be the Cowherd?” Xiao Yi was the prettiest girl in their class. At times like these, in order to maintain the class image, they had to find someone who would match her beauty. Everyone in the class, including Mai Ding, turned their gazes towards An Ziyan. Mai Ding held An Ziyan’s hand: “The time has come for you to contribute your
strength to the class.”

An Ziyan slapped Mai Ding’s hand away and coldly swept his eyes across the entire class: “If you tell me to play the Cowherd, then I’ll strangle the Weaving Girl.” How could An Ziyan ever agree to take part in some play? Mai Ding began to feel restless and once again stood up and recommended: “How about
me?”

Everyone looked away and continued to discuss: “What do we do now? Who will play the Cowherd?”

“Why are you all ignoring me?” Mai Ding’s words were quickly drowned out by the heated discussions.

When things finally settled down, the class decided that a relatively handsome guy in their class would be the Cowherd. Mai Ding wanted to play the part too; he was usually very enthusiastic about this kind of thing. An Ziyan was becoming increasingly impatient. He picked up his bag and was about to leave when poor Mai Ding decided that An Ziyan was his last hope. Pulling on An Ziyan’s sleeve, Mai Ding
looked up at him with the expression of a cute kitten: “Hubby, I want to be a part of the play too.”

An Ziyan’s entire body numbed and he frowned, “I’m definitely going to have a nightmare tonight.”

After saying this, An Ziyan walked up to the class president and patted him: “Hey, let him play the old ox.”