Chapter 15

After that incident, the whole school knew me.

With thousands of notaries, Du Hongting really lived up to his words.

Initially, my thoughts about being in a relationship were quite rigid, very stereotypical.

For example, shopping, eating, watching movies.

Shopping.

Speaking of me, I’m a bit peculiar.

I don’t like shopping.

If I need clothes, I’ll head straight to the store, pick one without trying it on, buy it, and go home without lingering.

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Eating.

Before, we always cooked at Fatso’s place.

So, I suddenly suggested going out to eat, making him think my sense of ceremony had kicked in. Consequently, he booked a table at a very high-end restaurant.

When I arrived for the appointment, I was wearing flip-flops, a tank top, and large shorts.

After being rejected at the door, we looked at each other with mutual disdain.

Me: “Look at your outfit… Are you here for a wedding?”

Him: “I think you look like you’re here to take a bath.”

After a few rounds of banter, we decided to go buy some clothes.

Suddenly, I remembered: “The dress that Zhou Taidi gave me last time was quite nice, something like ‘channel’ or ‘chanel’?”

Du Hongting: “It’s probably ‘chanel.'”

Then he coldly snorted with disdain.

Seeing him like that, I asked, “Do you have a better recommendation?”

Fatso: “Wait for me a moment.”

He came back shortly, having bought a dress and shoes.

Dior.

Awesome?

Indeed, it feels quite awesome.

Then I looked at the price—no label.

I asked Du Hongting, “How much is this dress?”

Du Hongting: “Not expensive.”

Me: “Oh.”

The shoes he bought were Roger Vivier.

The chubby guy knew that introducing brands and designs to someone like me was a complete waste. He simply said, “These shoes, cheap.”

I looked down at my flip-flops, “Cheaper than these?”

Du Hongting replied, “About the same.”

Now that I think about it, the chubby guy was really cute. Did he think I was like the female lead in a movie who would be innocently scared when receiving expensive gifts and then say, “No, no, I can’t”? He even intentionally threw away the tags to avoid me knowing the prices!

Let me tell you, if you told me this dress is worth twelve thousand and those shoes are worth five thousand eight, I definitely wouldn’t say no! I would happily call you dad!

So at that moment, I didn’t have much of a reaction. I just asked the chubby guy, “Is it nice?”

He said it was nice, as nice as that time we met again after a long separation. Are you sure you’re complimenting me? After all, in my own opinion, the tight dress I borrowed from my roommate made me look a bit like… a chicken?

Later, when we went to the restaurant, everyone was very reserved due to factors like attire and atmosphere. After finishing the meal and leaving, Du Hongting asked me, “How did it feel?”

I replied, “Feels like I didn’t eat enough.”

Then the two of us went to a roadside stall and ordered a bowl of beef noodles with two braised eggs.

It was so delicious that it brought tears to my eyes!

We watched a movie.

Many people say that it’s great for couples in love to go to the cinema together to watch a horror movie. Although I don’t really know what’s so great about it, since everyone says so, I went with the chubby guy.

To be honest, for someone like me who has watched countless horror movies, this film can only be considered child’s play. So, from the beginning, I was looking for an opportunity to pretend to be scared and then cling to Du Hongting.

However, the movie was almost halfway through, and I hadn’t found the chance yet. Finally, it got a little scary.

I was just about to turn around when suddenly my right hand was grabbed! At that moment, I thought the chubby guy was quite considerate, knowing how to seize the moment, comforting his frightened girlfriend…

But he leaned onto my shoulder, squinted his eyes, stared at the movie screen, and said, “Yikes~~ so scary…”

Me: “…”

After the movie, I realized that my right hand was broken.

Alright, alright, no more inviting me to shop, eat, or watch movies. Let’s break up again!

I understand now, the experience of being in a relationship varies from person to person. As long as you’re together, even if you do nothing and don’t say a word to each other, you can still be happy. For example, when he’s busy studying, I’m playing games on the side.

I am naturally optimistic and good at finding the bright side of life. When people inquire about what it’s like to have a chubby boyfriend, it’s often translated as, “What are you thinking? Are you so desperate that you have to date a chubby guy?” In response, I usually give a polite smile.

As the saying goes, how can a fish know the joy of another fish?

Do you know how happy it is when, during winter, he grabs your hand and places it on his soft belly for warmth? Do you know the feeling of leaning against him, not wanting to get up at all, just like having a case of osteogenesis imperfecta? Do you know how good it feels to rub his round face, poke his incredibly elastic belly, and pinch the fat on his arms?

I remember one time, my favorite author came to our university for a meetup. The small hall was crowded, and I was squeezed to the outer edge, unable to catch a glimpse of the literary idol’s true appearance even if I jumped. The chubby guy, towering at 1.95 meters, scooped me up and sat me on his broad right shoulder, instantly becoming a vantage point. It was really cool. That day, not only did we capture a panoramic photo, but we also received praise from the idol: “That male student has good physical strength.” I don’t know why the guys present were laughing so happily. I was also happy, saying, “Yes, my boyfriend has excellent physical strength!” I don’t know why the girls around me blushed.

I lowered my head and saw the chubby guy’s ears turning pink. Did I say something wrong?

Sometimes, being with a chubby guy can bring about danger. I remember that one weekend, the chubby guy and I went hiking in a nearby scenic area. There was a section of the trail that required passing through a cave. We went in one after the other.

Midway through, the moss on the rocks made them slippery, and I accidentally slid into a crack, fell, and twisted my ankle. I asked the chubby guy to wait a moment, let me recover, and then I would crawl out on my own. I don’t know why he was so nervous and impatient to come and help me.

The crack was narrow, and he was so chubby that I don’t know how much effort it took for him to squeeze in. When he helped me out, he had scraped his skin in many places.

Back at home, as I scolded him while applying medicine, I said, “What if one day we encounter a zombie attack, and the only thing in front of us is a ventilation pipe? What will we do? You’ll lose your only chance of survival!” He looked at me and laughed for a long time. I thought if he dared to laugh at my naivety, I would mix Yunnan Baiyao with rice for him to eat! But he said, “Looking at it from a different perspective, not only can I completely block the ventilation pipe, but I can also provide the zombies with plenty to eat, giving you ample time to escape. Not bad.” 

That dead chubby guy. He’s sweet with his words!

One day, after finishing dinner with the chubby guy, as we strolled along the street, I looked at the national highway near our school and had a whimsical idea.

I wanted to see what scenery lay ahead on this road.

It happened to be early summer, and the night breeze gently brushed our faces.

Just imagine, it’s 3 o’clock in the morning.

Driving a car on a deserted road, playing my favorite music—how romantic!

So, I told the chubby guy about it.

He listened without saying a word.

A few days later, he invited me out late at night, saying he had prepared a car and was waiting for me.

I was so moved that I practically skipped over like a thrilled teenage girl. When I took a look—

I said, “The moonlight is enchanting tonight, and the starlight is all over. Indeed, it’s perfect for cruising in a convertible. But did you have to go for an electric scooter? ▼思▼兔▼網▼”

Nevertheless, since we were already there, I had no choice but to sit in the back, hugging his waist, and off we went.

The chubby guy said, “I don’t have a driver’s license, and I don’t know how to ride a motorcycle. I just learned how to ride the electric scooter.”

You should have said that earlier, you novice!

I replied, “Yeah, yeah, I’m so touched!”

Five minutes later.

The scooter creaked and groaned, struggling to move slowly.

The night was dark, and the surroundings were pitch black.

The feeling of being a complete idiot grew stronger.

It was too awkward.

So, I took out my phone and started playing some music.

Three minutes later.

Okay, fine, I admit it—I am indeed an idiot.

Du Hongting: “Want to…”

Me: “Yes!”

The scooter turned around and headed back.

It’s rare to have such understanding, especially in moments like these.

As we drove, we encountered a pothole.

I quickly grabbed onto the chubby guy’s waist fat with both hands to stabilize myself.

Bang!

As we rode over it, I suddenly felt like I was holding onto a water bag, swaying and jingling.

Me: “Hahaha, that’s so much fun! Look ahead and see if there’s another pothole for another round, okay?”

Du Hongting: “Get lost.”

Soon after, there was another bang.

Me: “Hahaha!”

Then, I rubbed and played around on his waist.

Seeing his irritated and embarrassed expression, I suddenly found him so cute.

So, while he was turning around to scold me, I leaned over and gently kissed his face.

The scooter veered, almost tipping over.

Still recovering from the shock, I gave him a pat.

Suddenly, he landed both feet on the ground and stopped the scooter.

Me: “What are you doing?”

He turned around, his face full of black lines, “I got scared…”