Chapter 14

Alienware is indeed well-deserved of its reputation; it feels so great to touch. Weekend.

As usual, Du Hongting called, “Come to my place.”

I was busy installing drivers, caught up in the excitement, “Today is not possible…”

Du Hongting immediately responded, “If not, forget it.”

Then he hung up.

After setting up the computer, I told myself, “Meng Qiqi, study hard every day.”

However—

Studying emphasizes a balance between work and rest.

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Du Hongting: “It’s nothing.”

Then he hung up.

Weekend again.

Du Hongting called.

Between the game and the fat guy, I struggled for a moment, then answered the phone and chatted for a bit, but my heart wasn’t in it.

Du Hongting coldly said, “Meng Qiqi, if you don’t want to answer my calls, you don’t have to.”

I quickly explained, “The guild is raiding a dungeon, and I’m the main healer. I really can’t step away…”

Du Hongting paused for two seconds, “What guild? What dungeon?”

Oh, I forgot.

He’s a gaming noob, so he completely doesn’t understand what I’m talking about.

I said, “Let me explain. It means that when you called, it happened to be the most crucial moment in the game.”

Du Hongting asked, “Is the game more important, or am I more important?”

What a question.

Is it even a question?

Of course, it’s the game.

But before I could answer, Du Hongting hung up the phone.

I called back, he hung up.

Called again, it was turned off.

Weekend.

I went to his house.

No one.

Great.

Really annoyed.

But from what I know, Du Hongting is actually easy to find. A top student and the library are a perfect match, after all.

As expected, I found him.

I quietly approached him and asked in a low voice, “Why didn’t you answer my call?”

Du Hongting pushed away the paper in his hand, and I took a glance—

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! 

Eyes! 

My 24k titanium alloy dog eyes! 

Blind. 

Densely packed data, points, lines, and circles all in English, trembling the soul of a study slacker. 

Du Hongting: “I’m working on some topology problems.”

Me: “What chicken? What escape?”

Du Hongting: “Let me explain. It means that when you called, it happened to be the most crucial moment.”

Me: “…”

Understood.

He’s messing with me.

Hehe.

Thinking that he’s been a study god in my eyes for so many years, he thinks I won’t mess with him?

Me: “Since math is so much fun, you can play with it slowly. I won’t disturb you. Goodbye!”

Du Hongting: “Stop right there!”

With determination, I didn’t turn back. I ran away like the wind.

After running out of the library, I realized no one was following me, and my heart was still pounding.

Quite exhilarating.

Du Hongting is several years older than me, taller than me, fatter than me, smarter than me, more mature than me, and more sensible than me. He has been consistently overpowering me in every aspect.

So, deep down, I actually admire him and never dare to easily offend him.

Surprisingly, this is the first time I’ve formally shown him my attitude.

Unexpectedly, it feels a bit… satisfying?

I didn’t expect Du Hongting to be so resistant to being messed with.

Several weeks passed with no news from him.

I began to doubt, for a moment, that I had bid farewell to him forever.

Well, that’s fine.

Now I don’t have to worry about it. Who cares?

There are plenty of men in the world!

For example, this male classmate sitting in front of me, tall, slim, and handsome.

Unfortunately, the pinky finger on his right hand has nails that are three centimeters long!

Ugh, can’t stand it.

Guys should be like Du Hongting, with short, clean, and neat nails.

I encountered a guy buying cigarettes at the school supermarket who looked pretty good.

However, when he opened his mouth, yellow teeth, an old cigarette smell, and even spraying men’s perfume couldn’t cover up the smell of smoke.

Thinking of Du Hongting, who smiled with neat white teeth and only left a fresh soap fragrance after quitting smoking, I couldn’t help but compare.

Going to the cafeteria to get food, I sat at the same table as the school heartthrob.

Eating slowly, leisurely, not elegant enough, overly exaggerated, and picking and choosing, making it utterly unappetizing.

Suddenly, I thought of the fat guy.

He eats so happily, and his eating manners are good. He often finishes a portion meant for ten people all by himself with a face full of happiness.

My mom particularly likes watching him eat.

It’s like how some internet users are fascinated by watching a big eater named “Mu Xia” livestream eating.

Looking around the whole school, there isn’t a guy’s dressing style that I find pleasing.

But the fat guy, simply wearing a T-shirt and jeans, makes me feel very comfortable.

At that time, I was truly feeling desperate.

I thought of myself as a beauty in the eyes of my lover, believing even a sow could rival Diaochan. I loved the fat guy so deeply, yet I was completely unaware.

My heart was filled with confusion, thinking that perhaps one only appreciates something after losing it.

But the truth was, during Du Hongting’s time at school, he dressed exclusively in Dolce & Gabbana, Armani, Fendi, Gucci, Hermès, and Bvlgari…

A spicy hot pot restaurant opened near the school gate, offering discounts for the grand opening, with a special 10% off for beautiful girls.

Eating based on looks, how rare!

The hot pot was quite delicious, but a bit too spicy.

After eating and returning to the dorm, I realized that even my menstrual period was affected by the spiciness.

For the entire afternoon, my bed was shaking from the chill.

Liuli Juan asked with concern, “It must be because the spicy food contracted your uterus too much. How about drinking some ice water to balance it out?”

I said, “You go to bed.”

In pain and suddenly hearing my phone ring, I picked it up with all my might and checked—

It was the fat guy.

After enduring the pain for so long without shedding a tear, I unexpectedly cried when I heard the fat guy’s voice.

However, I value my pride, so I forcefully held back the tears, only managing to give a faint response before hanging up.

Du Hongting: “Why are you crying?”

Me: “!!!”

How did he know?

I quickly replied, “Menstrual cramps, haha!”

Du Hongting: “…”

I continued to use an indifferent tone to cover up the embarrassment, “The spicy hot pot had a grand opening, and with a 10% discount for beautiful girls, I couldn’t resist eating too much, hehehe.”

Du Hongting: “Serves you right!”

And then he hung up the phone.

Hung up?!

After such a prolonged cold war, finally making a phone call, and I’m still in the midst of menstrual cramps, yet you just hung up like that? Even if you had told me to drink more water, it would have been something!

Heartache intensifies the menstrual cramps.

A few minutes later, the dormitory door creaked open, and the dormitory administrator aunt rushed in, asking if Meng Qiqi was there.

In broad daylight and on a weekend, there shouldn’t be any reason for room checks, right?

I weakly raised my hand, “Here…”

The aunt threw a big bag of things onto my bed, “A chubby guy asked me to deliver this to you!”

Warm baby, hot water bag, brown sugar water, menstrual pain patches, painkillers…

My eyes became warm.

It seemed like I could see the chubby figure of the fat guy running anxiously around just a few minutes ago.

Liu Lijuan poked her head in, “Meng Qiqi, what fast delivery service are you using?”

Me: “Boyfriend’s delivery.”

After the full recovery, I called Du Hongting to meet up.

The haze of the cold war had not completely dissipated, and the residual warmth of the blood-sent charcoal still lingered.

There was a subtle awkwardness, a slightly unusual atmosphere flowing between us.

Step by step, we walked down the street.

A beautiful woman with a slim waist and raised hips came towards us, calling out directly to the fat guy, “Du Hongting! I almost didn’t recognize you! Why did you get so fat?”

Here we go again.

The eternal mystery.

Why is Du Hongting so fat, with such a bad personality, a cold demeanor, yet has such good relations with the opposite sex?

Sigh.

Feeling tired in my heart.

Only hearing Du Hongting looking at me, he calmly said, “My girlfriend feeds me too well.”

Boom.

A small firework quietly bloomed in my heart.

Du Hongting: “Got something to do, I’ll leave first.”

The beauty: “Don’t go! Let’s play a few rounds of pool together? Lately, I haven’t encountered an opponent as good as you. My hands are itching.”

Du Hongting: “Itching?”

Beauty: “Yes.”

Du Hongting: “Apply some Dermoplast.”

Beauty: “Really no time?”

Du Hongting said, “I have to accompany my girlfriend tonight.”

Beauty: “Can’t you spend one less night?”

Du Hongting: “My girlfriend won’t be happy.”

Then, holding my hand, he walked away.

One firework followed by another, exploding in my heart, making my heart bloom with joy.

Holding hands for the first time, we walked for a long time. The palms felt warm and a bit damp.

Neither of us had any intention of letting go.

It was too slippery to hold, so Fat Guy released my hand, wiped it on his clothes, and then came back to hold my hand again.

The mood—

It felt like rolling on a huge cotton candy.

Some say the sweetest part is the ambiguity before love, and the most exciting part is the teasing and testing before uncertainty.

Why do I feel differently?

Isn’t the sweetest thing when you realize you like me, and I suddenly discover I like you too?

Isn’t the most exciting thing when, under the title of a girlfriend, you domineer, rely on favor, and act arrogantly?

I regretfully said to Fat Guy, “Is this how it ends for us? No confession, no ceremony, no ‘I love you.'”

Du Hongting found me childish, “Tomorrow, I’ll invite a notary public to conduct a signing ceremony, make it public, and you’ll formally agree to be in a relationship with me.”

He teased me again.

Cold war!

Maybe after a few weeks.

Midterm exams.

One subject, Ordinary Differential Equations, was particularly difficult, a killer course with a 50% failure rate every year.

Many students gave up studying and instead prayed to the study god to bless them with a passing grade.

Instinctively, I thought of Fat Guy.

But due to the recent cold war, I didn’t want him to help me review.

So, I fought alone.

Liuli Juan was well-informed, saying that there was a study god in our class self-study room generously helping everyone with last-minute reviews. It was so crowded that even the most popular professor in our school couldn’t match the scene.

Upon hearing this, I rushed over.

Sure enough, it was a grand occasion.

Couldn’t even squeeze to the front.

The study god, whoever he was, was hidden deep inside, completely out of sight.

In the outer and inner layers, it was all the boys from our class, each holding textbooks and notes, fully focused on the lecture.

Finally, I faintly heard the voice of the study god.

Hmm, deep, resonant, richly magnetic, pleasant to the ears.

Hmm?

The taste was familiar, the same formula!

Jumping up to take a look, it was indeed Du Hongting.

I said, “Are you, an out-of-school graduate student, coming here to give a mini lecture for last-minute reviews disrupting the scene?”

Regardless, I left.

As I quietly turned around, I heard Professor Du raising his voice, “Could everyone please make room for that female student.”

All eyes fell on the only female student in the entire department – me.

Damn it…

I mustered up the courage to walk over and pretended not to be familiar with him, attentively listening to his explanation of the key points and difficulties.

After a few hours, it was almost done.

The study god looked at me with great arrogance and asked, “Do you still have any questions?”

Terrified, I shook my head vigorously, “No, none!”

The boys in our class were on the verge of collectively attacking me, “Meng Qiqi, are you asking for trouble?!”

Soon, it was time for the school to turn off the lights.

Classmates bid farewell reluctantly to the study god, with many trying to get his contact information.

Du Hongting only said one sentence, “If there’s anything, you can ask my girlfriend Meng Qiqi.”

A wave of whispers ensued, and the boys in our class erupted in cheers.

Me: “…”

After the exam, our class ranked first in the entire department for Ordinary Differential Equations.

I was called into the principal’s office for a conversation.

Oh no.

It must be because that arrogant fatty was too ostentatious.

I’m going to get a reprimand, maybe even a serious one!

I might be expelled, wuwuwu…

The result was the principal saying, “Can your boyfriend come here to give a few public lectures?”