This Overlord Doesn't Care About Anything

Book 2: Chapter 11: You Are My Crossdressing Bigshot

After Little Huangs analysis, I came to a conclusion.

It was that Little Huangs spot as champion was stable.

So long as she carefully studied and didnt fool around, her chances of taking the title of Queen of Flowers was very high.

Finally, Little Huang told me:

Actually, theres still one more person. A person born with the best looks, but doomed to not be the Queen of Flowers.

I inquired:

What the heck? Hidden details? Rigged election?

Little Huang shook her head:

Its because the person in question is said to be a man.

Crossdressing bigshot??

Little Huang tilted her head:

Im not too sure on this matter. Its what I heard from my big brother. That person is from a brothel and always performs by the river. If youre interested, you can go and experience it for yourself, but you wont be able to buy him. The people at the brothel set his redeeming price as 9,999 gold coins and threw him into this times auction for the same price.

Ah, so theres even this thing. Its probably just them hyping it up.

I shrugged my shoulders, then continued teaching Little Huang how to pronunciate.

Your voice needs to be a bit more childish, but not to the point where itd make someone feel sick upon hearing it. It needs to be a bit more charming, a bit more energetic; this is your advantage. Men like those women who are cold and aloof on the outside, but charming in bed; they like those women who refuse to talk to others but become very warm and talkative to them; they like those girls who are pure and understand anything. Coincidentally, your age just happens to tally with all their delusions; act a bit more mature and youll be an onee-san, act a bit more childish and youll be a loli. Therefore, the timbre of your voice relies mainly on your energy with a 30 to 40 percent ratio of charm. Come, copy me, big brother De Li~

Big brother De Li~

One more time!

Big brother De Li~

Big brother De Li~

Big brother De Li~

After practicing for roughly 700 to 800 times, I nodded:

Almost. Go back and practice a bit more tonight, tomorrow Ill teach you how to dance.

Little Huang directed a doubtful gaze at me:

You can dance?

I unhappily retorted:

At least Im better than you, who cant even dance at all. Really, I dont know how you were able to live with your girl power being 0.

Seeing this guy once again pick up the pillow, I shouted:

Stop! Bye!

Little Huang put down the pillow then said:

Wait a minute, what do I do with the makeup on my face?

I oh-d then returned and replied:

I wouldve forgotten if you didnt mention it. The makeup needs to be removed otherwise itll be bad for the skin.

Little Huang hastily covered her face and pleaded:

I dont want to remove the makeup!

I evilly laughed:

Mwhahahahaha, too late! Your Cinderella experience has already expired, now obediently return to your previous appearance!

Little Huang kept waving her hand:

No! Nowuh wuahnah!!

All the makeup on her face was wiped clean with the power of the wet towel in my hand.

Little Huang lied on the bed crying, making it seem like I had done some misdeed.

I said:

Dont worry, Ill put your makeup back on when it comes time for the dinner party the day after tomorrow.

Little Huang leapt off the bed and hugged my arm as she tearfully begged:

Teach me! Teach me how to do it

I thought for a bit, then felt around my chest, took out the half-writtenJunior High Chemistry Theory and threw it before her eyes.

Youngster, do you want to become stronger? Do you want the power to turn beautiful? Then seek it out! Ive hidden all my secrets within this book. Learn it and youll become even stronger.

Little Huang picked up the book with great anticipation and while she was doing so, I took the opportunity to tell her:

Remember to come here and wait for me tomorrow morning!

Then I escaped.

Behind me, I could hear Little Huang reading aloud:

Trinitro, methyl, benzenewhat are these symbols? Mmcome back!!

Come back, come back my ***, its time for me to escape.

I knew that she wouldnt be able to make sense of it and I also didnt feel like explaining it to her. It couldnt be better if I were able to arouse her curiosity since it could also be counted as taking revenge for her beating my head with the pillow dozens of times.

After leaving the hotel, I found that the color of the sky had already darkened considerably.

I slowly and unhurriedly wandered by the river bank. I wanted to take a look at the night scene, but didnt expect that Id hear the voice of someone performing an opera in the distance.

Quite the vast crowd.

The roars of laughter could even be heard from here.

My interest was also piqued. Didnt Little Huang there was some popular crossdressing opera singer?

It just so happened that I had nothing to do right now, so I might as well go over and take a look.