Chapter 049: Last Year, I Bought a Watch

Lying on his bed, Li Huan was still replaying the intimate scene that had unfolded at Sun Feifei’s home not long ago. The warmth and softness of that delicate hand, brushing against his body, sent shivers through him; the unfamiliar sensation was enough to make him lose himself completely.

Though he had avoided the embarrassing fate of being too quick, what made Li Huan truly want to bang his head against a wall was that, at the final moment, he couldn’t help but hold Sun Feifei’s head close, and his milky essence spilled forth, sticking to her exquisitely beautiful face. At that instant, Li Huan felt he could die of shame!

Fortunately, after her initial shock, Sun Feifei rushed into the bathroom and scrubbed her face four or five times. The only comfort was that she did not blame Li Huan; yet the awkwardness between them hung heavy. Li Huan lasted barely ten minutes before he could no longer bear it and left Sun Feifei’s apartment.

Returning to his rented flat, Su Dieyi was already asleep. Li Huan took a shower, hung up his suit in the closet, and lay in bed, recalling Sun Feifei’s face smeared with sticky liquid—even remembering how, in her panic, she opened her mouth and a drop slipped inside...

“Damn, that’s humiliating!” Li Huan slapped his face in frustration, unable to sleep. He hesitated, then couldn’t resist sending Sun Feifei an apologetic text message, but she never replied. At around three in the morning, Li Huan finally drifted into sleep, plagued by dreams of desire throughout the night.

The next morning, after Su Dieyi finished her morning routine, she went to make breakfast. Li Huan sneaked into the bathroom with his underwear clutched in his hand, showered, washed his damp underwear, and after breakfast, the two set off together for school.

Su Dieyi was still somewhat reserved; she was a conservative girl, especially around boys, and even though she lived under the same roof as Li Huan, she preferred not to walk too close to him in public. However, after yesterday’s experience, she instinctively stayed a bit nearer to Li Huan on the bus, lest she encounter another transit pervert.

Su Dieyi’s beauty was the kind that stunned people. Standing next to her, Li Huan could feel the eyes converging from all directions. Even he couldn’t help stealing glances at her—having such a gorgeous woman by his side, if he remained indifferent, he’d be betraying the spirited ambition of young Li Huan!

Walking onto campus, Su Dieyi hesitated for a moment but did not run off alone this time. She walked side by side with Li Huan, instantly drawing the attention of other students. Li Huan’s vanity was greatly satisfied, while Su Dieyi blushed, head lowered, looking like a shy newlywed.

“There’s a martial arts performance on the field this afternoon. Want to go watch?” Li Huan remembered the club activity scheduled for Wednesday afternoon and glanced at Su Dieyi, hoping to invite her along.

“Mm, I know,” Su Dieyi raised her head and thought for a moment. “I have no classes this afternoon, so I’m free.”

“Then I’ll come find you at lunch, and we can eat together!” Li Huan felt a surge of happiness, suddenly recalling the scene when Su Dieyi kicked open the door and caught sight of his behind—he wondered what she’d felt at that moment!

Su Dieyi wasn’t sure whether to refuse or not, hesitated for a while, only to find that Li Huan had already walked off, not giving her a chance to decline. She pouted, let out a humph, and headed toward her department.

Entering the classroom, the Fatty stood up and let out a roar. Li Huan walked over, embarrassed, head lowered. He sincerely wondered how this guy who spent all day watching anime and playing games had so much energy; his record of getting up at seven every morning had lasted three years, making Li Huan feel utterly inadequate.

“Hehehehe!” As soon as Li Huan sat down, Fatty couldn’t help but cackle, his lewd expression making Li Huan want to hurl something at his face.

“I think you look better when you cry. Don’t laugh anymore,” Li Huan shot him a glare and flashed a middle finger. Whenever Fatty made that laugh, Li Huan knew he was about to get fleeced.

“My rotund figure has its own style, okay? Have you ever seen a fat man as classy as me?” Fatty never saw his size as anything to be ashamed of; in his view, only the overweight could appreciate such unique joys.

No heart, no lungs, no stomach! That was Fatty’s self-proclaimed classic motto.

Li Huan wanted to say, if you have no heart, no lungs, no stomach, does everything you eat go into someone else’s belly?

“Starting your freeloading routine again?” Li Huan knew Fatty’s finances inside out—at this point, he probably didn’t even have a fifty-yuan bill left in his pocket.

“Pfft, what do you take me for? I’ve had no appetite lately, saved a lot of money!” Fatty boasted, waggling his eyebrows, then mysteriously leaned close to Li Huan’s ear. “I’ve got good news and bad news. Which do you want first?”

“Bad news,” Li Huan frowned. If even Fatty called it bad news, it had to be truly awful. All he could do was silently hope that the so-called good news wouldn’t disappoint him, because usually Fatty’s good news was bad news for Li Huan.

Fatty paused, quickly slapped on a smile. “No, no, let’s start with the good news!”

“You scoundrel, why ask me then?” Li Huan shot Fatty a glare and another middle finger.

“I’m afraid if I start with the bad news, you won’t want to hear my good news!” Fatty was very self-aware, and who knows what crossed his mind. He cackled again, “Little Yang Yang accepted me! Hehehehehe…”

What followed was a series of self-absorbed, villainous chuckles that made Li Huan’s skin crawl. If there’d been an egg nearby, he’d have shoved it in Fatty’s mouth, shell and all.

“Doesn’t feel quite right,” Li Huan frowned. Yang Yang was an attractive, lively girl—surely many excellent guys pursued her. How did Fatty manage it?

“Look down on me, do you?” Fatty was displeased, glaring at Li Huan. “I invited her to Chessboard Mountain this weekend, and she accepted!”

Li Huan rolled his eyes, feeling the urge to strangle him. “And the bad news?”

“The bad news is, I’m out of money!” Fatty cackled again.

Li Huan finally lost patience, grabbing Fatty’s neck—he was just short of stomping him to the ground.

After a bit of horseplay, Li Huan agreed to lend Fatty some money. One thing made Li Huan respect him: since starting college, Fatty had never taken a penny from his family—he’d said so himself. Li Huan didn’t know his family’s situation, but Fatty earned nearly two thousand a month selling game items. He was just a bit extravagant, so he spent money fast.

During the break, Li Huan and Fatty went to the campus ATM and he withdrew a thousand yuan for him. Fatty, upon receiving the money, declared with excitement, “I can’t repay you, so I’ll have to offer myself in return,” which earned him a round of disdainful looks from the girls nearby.

They headed to buy drinks, and Fatty, still exuberant, was fantasizing about his weekend with Yang Yang. Not paying attention, he bumped into someone.

Luckily, Fatty’s own elasticity saved him, but the other person staggered. “Hey, can’t you watch where you’re going?”

The accent in the speech was odd—he spoke somewhat broken Mandarin, with a heavy accent. Li Huan looked up and recognized the man: a Korean exchange student named Park Jung-ho. Rumor had it he was a third-degree black belt in Taekwondo, and when he first arrived, he joined the Taekwondo club. Later, he organized his own club, and with his good looks, quickly recruited a large group of students. He became rather full of himself, swaggering around campus.

Li Huan belonged to the Chinese Martial Arts Club, which wasn’t officially registered but consisted entirely of locals, with a few promising members. Park Jung-ho had often shown interest in challenging traditional Chinese kung fu.

But as a foreign student, most people avoided conflict with him to prevent any international incidents. Such matters weren’t trivial, and department heads usually gave special reminders, so foreign students tended to swagger around without consequence.

Of course, not all are as arrogant as Korean students; most are easy to get along with. It’s just those with deep-seated inferiority complexes who must prove their strength through extreme behavior, seeking approval from others.

“Damn!” Fatty was never one to shy away from trouble. Looking at Park Jung-ho, he sneered, “Oh, it’s President Park. Are you alright?”

Others nearby laughed at Fatty’s quip, making Park Jung-ho embarrassed. His face flushed as he glared at Fatty, spitting, “Are you a pig? So fat and still dare to show yourself?”

“I bought a watch last year!” Fatty hated being mocked for his size. Though he often proclaimed that the future of the overweight was bright, even aspiring to be a plump man women would envy, he still lost his temper when someone maliciously insulted his S-shaped figure.

“What’s buying a watch got to do with me?” Park Jung-ho, feeling triumphant at having called Fatty a pig, thought Fatty wouldn’t dare retort and was even showing off his purchase to him—what a coward!

“Being ignorant is scary. Let me translate for you: I bought that watch for your mother!” Fatty never held back with his words when insulted. Even Li Huan had to suppress a laugh, though he kept an eye on Park Jung-ho in case Fatty’s thick layers couldn’t withstand a beating.

ps: The phrase “I bought a watch last year” is a well-known euphemism—if you don’t know, try piecing together the initial letters... For the record, I’m always quite innocent!