Chapter 2: I Have Something to Say
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On Saturday, it happened to be the Start of Summer, and the weather was a bit sweltering.
After taking a cold shower in the washroom, I was wearing only my underwear and carrying a washbasin as I rushed back to the dormitory.
As soon as I opened the door, I was stunned on the spot. Sister Lan was actually sitting at my desk, holding a book in her hand and staring blankly at me.
At that time, my underwear was wet and stuck tightly to my body, as if I wasn't wearing anything at all. I was extremely embarrassed, and Sister Lan's face turned bright red too.
My dormitory buddies were giggling non - stop, looking extremely lewd.
Sister Lan stood up angrily, holding a bag in her hand. "Come out for a moment. I have something to say!" With these words, Sister Lan left the room.
At this moment, the guys in the dormitory swarmed around me, asking one after another, "Who's this girl? She's really hot!"
I was in a hurry to put on my pants, frowning and telling them to get lost.
Sister Lan shouted in the corridor, "Wang Yu, are you trying to die? Come out quickly!"
In a rush, I didn't even fasten my belt and went out bare - chested.
The blush on Sister Lan's face hadn't faded yet. She looked at me resentfully and said, "Taking a cold shower. Aren't you cold? You've got goosebumps all over."
Although I had been thinking about her all the time, I still couldn't bring myself to show weakness. So I said coldly, "Don't act all caring. Whether I'm cold or not is my own business. It has nothing to do with you."
Sister Lan smiled, looking at me tenderly. "You're really childish. It's so funny."
I immediately snapped at her, "If you have something to say, say it. No one's in the mood to joke with you." I folded my arms and turned my head away, not caring what she thought.
Sister Lan stopped smiling. She gently extended her fingertip and lightly stroked my belly. Her hand was soft and cool, and it felt so comfortable. Subconsciously, I wanted her to touch me again.
"I really didn't expect you to have six - pack abs. Your figure is quite good," Sister Lan said, looking at me with a flirtatious look. Her eyes were really alluring.
I tried to stay calm and gritted my teeth, saying, "Just say what you need to say. Don't do all this unnecessary stuff."
Sister Lan was quite unconvinced. "Who's being inappropriate? You're walking around in just your underwear in public."
I said, "This is the boys' dormitory. Everyone's like this!"
Sister Lan said, "Why didn't I see anyone else like this? It's only you, an exhibitionist."
Just as she finished speaking, a guy came out of the washroom. He wasn't even wearing underwear, using a washbasin to cover his private parts. He walked with small, quick steps like a Japanese geisha and slowly disappeared down the corridor.
Seeing Sister Lan being put in her place, I thought to myself, "Dude, you're awesome!"
Sister Lan blushed and still insisted, "A bunch of exhibitionists."
"Here." Sister Lan handed me the bag in her hand. I asked her what it was. She said proudly, "Can't you see for yourself?"
I opened the bag and saw that it was a mobile phone, the latest model of Samsung, which was extremely expensive. At that time, there was only one rich guy in our class who used this model.
Seeing my surprise, Sister Lan was extremely proud. She said that Xia Yu had broken my phone, and this was to compensate me.
As soon as she mentioned Xia Yu, I got angry. I directly threw the phone back to her and said, "Don't try to humiliate me with this. I don't want it."
Sister Lan didn't expect me to refuse. She said, "Didn't you want to settle things? I return the phone to you, and from now on, we'll owe each other nothing."
When she said this, I softened a bit. If we really owed each other nothing, then I might never see her again.
She seemed to see what was on my mind and said that if I took the phone, we could still be friends in the future.
I almost agreed at that moment, but then I thought, if I accepted it, what would I be like? A person who covets small advantages? And would I be forgiving Xia Yu?
If that were the case, Xia Yu would surely look down on me even more, and so would Sister Lan.
So I had an idea and said, "This isn't the phone I had. If you want to settle things, get me the original one."
Sister Lan got angry. "You're so stupid. How can your original phone compare to this one?"
When I heard this, I got even angrier. I said, "Don't look down on people. That phone was bought for me by my mom with her hard - earned money from working. I wouldn't exchange it for a mountain of gold. I just want the original brand."
"Why are you so childish? All phones are more or less the same. This one has more functions."
"I am childish, and I just want the original one!" I deliberately tried to anger her. I really couldn't stand her arrogance.
Sister Lan pointed at me, fuming. "Then you wait. When I buy it, we'll be even!"
She said it very firmly, as if she was really angry. She turned around and left, clenching her fists.
When she reached the stairs, she seemed to remember something and shouted at me, "What brand was your phone?"
I said, "Rural Monsoon."
Sister Lan said, "Oh my god!"
Actually, the Rural Monsoon phone was a free gift when buying fertilizers at home. There was no such model on the market at all. I couldn't believe that a rich young lady like Sister Lan would go buy fertilizers.
Back in the dormitory, I was in a great mood because I knew Sister Lan would definitely come to find me again.
I had a good sleep in bed. In the afternoon, my classmate said that Professor Zhang was looking for me and complained that my phone couldn't be reached.
Professor Zhang was an old pedant in the School of Liberal Arts of Ocean University. He was a very learned old man and had nurtured many social elites under his guidance.
I had good academic performance, and Professor Zhang appreciated me. He even said that he would recommend a job for me when I graduated.
I respected him a lot, so I put on my clothes and went to his office.
Entering his office, Professor Zhang made tea for me and offered me fruits. He was a really nice person, without any airs. He was neither humble nor arrogant, and only submitted to the truth, which was highly respected by students.
Professor Zhang said, "In this National College Students' Advertising Creativity Competition, my work won the first prize again. In two years of college, I've won it twice. He said I was the only one like this in Haicheng University and a promising young talent."
I felt embarrassed by his praise and said that I still had a long way to go.
Professor Zhang said, "Young people should be modest. Modesty makes people progress." Then he started talking about his past, how awesome he was when he was young.
I had heard these stories before and was a bit absent - minded. Unconsciously, my mind wandered back to Sister Lan.
Sometimes I would ask myself why I always thought about her. What was so good about her? She was just beautiful, gentle, rich, and elegant. Besides these, what other advantages did she have?
Later, I thought it through. It seemed that apart from these, women didn't have many other advantages.
Several days passed in a row, and Sister Lan didn't come to find me or contact me.
She couldn't contact me either because my phone was broken.
Every night when I went to bed, I was filled with anxiety, afraid that Sister Lan would never come again.
I had really made her angry that day. I was acting like a little rascal. Maybe she really wouldn't come back? I really had gone too far.
I regretted it. If time could turn back, I really wouldn't make things difficult for her anymore. But time couldn't turn back, and missing her was an even greater torture.
Before I knew it, it was Saturday again. I couldn't get excited about anything. I was constantly thinking that Sister Lan might never come back. I was really scared, and my heart felt extremely empty.
I asked the love expert in the dormitory, "Am I sick?" He said solemnly, "This is the feeling of being in love."
I kicked him at that moment. I had only met Sister Lan three times. What the hell kind of love was this? Feeling...
There were no classes on Saturday. The guys in the dormitory invited me to play basketball, but I didn't want to go. I just didn't have the energy.
They said I was good at it and that they couldn't do without me. The students from the Physical Education Institute were also playing there, and they wanted me to go and teach them a lesson.
I couldn't refuse their kind invitation, so I reluctantly agreed. After all, they were just a piece of cake from the Physical Education Institute. It was a good opportunity to show off and boost my confidence.
A group of us rushed to the basketball court. There were quite a lot of people there. After all, when the students from the Physical Education Institute played basketball, there were always some infatuated girls watching.
A show - off guy in our dormitory pushed through the crowd, stood on the court, and started shouting. A group of infatuated girls cheered him on.
It was like a head - on confrontation, and sparks flew immediately.
As soon as the game started, our side was quickly crushed.
The dormitory leader kept scolding me, saying, "Did you have diarrhea today? Why are you so spineless?"
In the past, when we played basketball, our dormitory centered around me. But today, my mind was full of Sister Lan, and I couldn't concentrate at all.
The infatuated girls on the sidelines kept booing us, which made our morale really low.
Ten minutes into the game, we were trailing 0:20. I was so angry that I finally managed to score a goal with great effort. But the infatuated girls still booed us. I was really angry. I was about to shout at them when I scored a goal.
But when I turned my head, in the crowd, there was a girl wearing a pink T - shirt. She was beautiful and elegant. She smiled at me, gave me a thumbs - up, and shouted, "Wang Yu, you're awesome!"
It was Sister Lan. For some reason, my eyes became moist at that moment.
Perhaps it was because when everyone else looked down on me, Sister Lan still supported me without hesitation. I was really touched. There was gratitude and missing in my feelings.
After that, I was like a man on a stimulant. I roared and fought head - on with the guys from the Physical Education Institute, crushing them to the point of tears.
Every time I scored a goal, Sister Lan would shout, "Wang Yu, you're so handsome!"
Sister Lan kept cheering me on, and I was so excited that I felt like I was about to burst with energy. It was like someone kept feeding me stimulants. Too much of it was unbearable.
The guys from the Physical Education Institute were beaten to a pulp. After just two rounds, they refused to play anymore.
Back on the sidelines, I walked straight towards Sister Lan. The lecherous guys in my dormitory all squeezed into the group of infatuated girls.
The infatuated girls were offering them water and wiping their sweat. Sister Lan looked at them and said anxiously, "Wang Yu, I didn't bring any water."
I said, "It's okay. They're just a bunch of weaklings. I didn't even use 20% of my strength to beat them."
In fact, I was extremely thirsty and exhausted.
Watching them gulp down water, I was extremely envious.
I wiped the sweat off my face and looked at Sister Lan. She was acting like a little girl, deliberately pretending to be naive in front of me, and she looked extremely beautiful.
She wasn't as arrogant as before. Maybe she was conquered by my prowess.
Sister Lan blushed and said, "Wang Yu, I'm sorry. I couldn't buy your shanzhai phone."
My heart skipped a beat. I quickly pulled Sister Lan out of the basketball court, very forcefully. Sister Lan couldn't break free and kept shouting, "You're hurting me."
Seeing my cold face, she thought I was angry because she couldn't buy the phone. She was like a child who had made a mistake and didn't even dare to look at me.
Finally, when we got to a place where there was no one, I said, "There were so many people just now. Why did you mention the shanzhai phone? It's so embarrassing!"
Sister Lan was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, laughing so hard that she was doubling over. It was really exaggerated.
"Wow! Our Mr. Wang Yu cares about his face? Hahaha, this is so funny. I'm laughing so hard that my stomach hurts..."
I said, "What's so funny about that?"
She said it was just funny and that I was crazy. I didn't want a good phone but was ashamed of using a shanzhai phone.
I told her to stop laughing. She just laughed and said, "I won't stop. I won't stop! You're really crazy!"
I felt that her smile was full of sarcasm, and that innate arrogance appeared on her face again.
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