Chapter 22 - I Ain’t No Player

Chapter 22: I Ain’t No Player

Translator: Doris

There was no answer to the last question.

No, I should say, it was no answer yet.

But on the Anime Expo today, Ms. XXXX reiterated to me that my dad was scum and told me to be careful. Huh? From my point of view, it was a little funny.

And at that time, the scene was a little weird. Reminding of it now, I thought it was meaningful.

This morning, I was nervous and excited. So I woke up early. After all, it was the first time for me to play as a coser. I had a different feeling.

As I recalled what Ms. XXXX said to me, I packed my suitcase. In order not to let my grandma notice me, I went downstairs quietly, even I dared not to drive my car. I sneaked out.

Walking to the side of the road, my dad appeared when I was gonna book a car with my phone.

I thought I was mistaken about the license number, but he was indeed sitting in the car. I thought I made a mistake about the time, but it was indeed half past seven a.m. on my phone.

Why did he go home so early this weekend?

When I was wondering, he parked his car in front of me.

Did he come here for picking me up?

He lowered the window.

Oh My God! Was it true?

He said: “Get in the car.”

I said, “Huh?”

He said, “I’m your ride today.”

I said: …

I was speechless and confused. Maybe I lowered my hats or wiped my hands behind my hip. Anyway, I felt quite uncomfortable.

Noticing my anxiety, he got out of the car and put my suitcase directly into the car.

Then, he put me in the car too.

I thought I should have said something, then I said “Thank you”. Hearing it, he actually answered “You’re welcome”.

The atmosphere was a bit weird.

He drove the car for a while and turned at the crossroads.

I didn’t notice that he took the wrong road until he drove along the way for a while. I hurriedly said to him, “The Expo Center is on the opposite direction!”

He said: “Don’t fret. We are going to the dressing room first.”

…Well, he referred to the house, which specialized in storing his costumes. Well, I was not in a hurry anyway.

Then we went to his “palace”.

As soon as I went in, I found that there seemed to be more costumes although he said he had quit this circle.

My first reaction, of course, was surprise.

Now I could recognize the costumes of a lot of characters. I could easily identify them. So I wanted to ask him why he bought some new costumes.

Before I spoke out, I had an answer in my mind.

Didn’t he buy them for me?

Thinking of it, I didn’t want to ask anything. I was afraid what I thought was confirmed. Words failed to express my feelings.

Then he said, “Take another one costume of Flower.”

Flowers meantひがんばなHiganbana, another character in that game.

I asked: “Why?”

He said: “In case of a rainy day.”

I wore a pair of glasses today. Hearing that, I adjusted my glasses and looked at him with suspicion.

It seemed that he could read my mind, knowing what I was thinking immediately.

He said: “Don’t fret. You don’t need to wear it.”

That made me relieved. Otherwise, that kind of character, you knew, was not suitable for a rough straight man, I meant a rough gay, like me. I couldn’t wear that costume.

He’d better just take it as a backup.

Wait wait. Would he go with me?

I asked him about it, and he nodded and replied, “Yes.”

Then, after packing up the full set of costumes, he put them into a suitcase and took me away.

So… Now I was gonna let out a secret!

Today, if any of you went to the exhibition, in the row coser of the characters in that game you saw, Tamae no mae was me. And Higanbana, who was the most breath-taking, cool and had been photographed for the longest time, was my dad.

You must be surprised! I was surprised too.

When he finished wearing makeup and changing clothes, I didn’t recognize him at all.

If you knew him well, you should know his style and posture. And I was familiar with him too. But today he was not the same as he used to be. If I hadn’t known it was him, I wouldn’t dare to say that was him.

So, if you saw me peeking at my dad often. Yes, I was howling in my mind.

How could he look so good?! How could he be so charming?! How could he be so sexy?! How could he be so feminine?!

You could go to Ms. XXXX’s Weibo and see the picture tomorrow about my dad. Then you could see how charming he was!

It was really hard to describe how I felt when I saw him crossdressing in front of me, beautiful. I thought if I had a camera, then once the shot was aimed at him, it might not be moved away from him.

I must have seen him too many times, with an amazing expression and infatuated eyes. …Due to it, Ms. XXXX reminded me again during the break.

At that time, I just sat down difficultly, tiding the dress and felt tired.

However, my dad was unexpectedly still in good spirits, with exquisite makeup, although he had taken so many photos.

We sat together in a totally different state.

Then, Ms. XXXX said: “XXX (my dad’s name), why are you always so scum?”

My dad smiled, opened a bottle of sports drink and handed it to me. Then he asked her: “How?”

I didn’t know if it was my illusion. I thought he was a little provocative when he asked.

Mrs. XXXX curled her mouth. She didn’t want to argue with him, so she turned to me and convinced him: “XX, XXX is a player. Don’t be fooled by his sweet talk. If you wanted to cherish life, you’d better stay away from him.”

I was confused, even I didn’t know what I should say.

All the drinks in my mouth were about to be spitted out.

But I couldn’t do that. I had to hide my embarrassment with drinks.

At this time, my father was really like a scum man. You can imagine the image of a player or scum man in the idol drama.

He patted me on my back, as if he was coaxing a silly cute female lead: “Take it easy. I am not a player as they say. I will be responsible for you. Trust me!”

…If I didn’t spray this drink, I would be choked to death.

So I sprayed it.

In my mind, I really wanted to follow what my dad said. Then it seemed that I didn’t care of it. But I didn’t know how to reply. So I had to cough. He really patted me in a smooth way now. Ms. XXXX was sighing in a weird tone, and the others followed her.

But their sighs were different.

With the exception of Ms. XXXX, none of these friends knew that my dad and I were legally the father-son relationship. They thought we were friends or something.

Therefore, their sighs were jesting us to be together.

While, my dad was just smiling.

With his extraordinary beauty, his smile enchanted others.

I looked at him quietly, thinking of the couple between us, which were seemingly a good match.

So I had to ask once again.

Didn’t he flirt with me today?

At the moment, I was sitting on his bed and typing the last line.