Chapter 151 149. The Effect of Attributes
“They’re just bored with nothing better to do.”
An Han shot Chen Junjie a glance. “Why are you joining in their nonsense?”
Chen Junjie froze, then awkwardly turned his head away. A little flustered, he asked, “Uh… I’m leaving then?”
“Get lost.”
He hurriedly quickened his pace and moved away from An Han, feeling his heart beating faster.
If he didn’t leave now, he might really get bent by An Han.
No wonder An Han wanted to live off campus—she was way too bewitching now.
Meanwhile, An Han yawned, glanced at her departing roommate, and didn’t really care about the so-called “class beauty” title. To her, it was just classmates teasing because she was looking prettier and more delicate lately.
If we’re talking about looks, Lin Yi is way better than me—and she’s full of feminine charm.
If I got one more appearance attribute, I could probably go toe-to-toe with Lin Yi even without makeup.
So why am I comparing looks with a girl anyway~
Why doesn’t the system have attributes like “Strength,” “Agility,” or “Intelligence”?
If I maxed those out, I could become a mini-superhuman. How great would that be?
While she was still lost in thought, she noticed that the friendly match with Wang Yu’s class had already started.
But An Han didn’t understand soccer. If she were on the field herself, she might get excited and kick the ball around randomly, but watching from the sidelines, all she could tell was who scored and that it was impressive.
The match had only just begun, yet within a few minutes, Su Peng had already scored a goal.
“That guy’s basically here to bully newbies, isn’t he?”
Even though An Han didn’t know soccer, she could tell from Su Peng’s clearly more skilled ball control that he had trained before.
He seemed almost omnipotent—good at just about everything.
An Han watched the game with a hint of envy.
With Su Peng as a major force, his team quickly gained the upper hand over Wang Yu’s class. He could dribble past two or three defenders almost every time, and even when surrounded by multiple opponents, the ball would eventually be kicked away with force.
Their game didn’t have strict positional roles—often several people crowded around a single ball. An Han rested her chin on her hand, watching and imagining herself as part of it.
It actually looked kind of fun.
Too bad with her current small frame, even a slight accidental collision might send her flying.
She had completely become the form the system wanted…
An Han sighed softly, lowered her head, and gently pinched the soft flesh on her arm.
The next instant, pain almost twice as intense as before surged up, making her suck in a breath and straighten her back.
“So it really makes me less tolerant to pain!”
What the hell is the point of this attribute?!
Next time there’s a task, I absolutely can’t choose random attribute points again.
If the attributes get too high, I might really get remodeled into some adult-novel heroine…
An Han could clearly feel eyes landing on her. Following those gazes, she quickly spotted a small group of girls from her class in the distance.
Her sensitivity to being watched also seemed sharper.
In the past, she wouldn’t have noticed these occasional glances at all, but now she could almost feel every single look directed at her.
There’s a guy on the left staring at my face, two girls on the right seem to be talking about me, even the substitute PE teacher acting as referee keeps glancing over…
And you too, Su Peng! Just play your damn game—why do you keep looking at me?!
An Han quickly caught Su Peng’s gaze, looked up, and shot him an annoyed glare.
She noticed that Su Peng’s attacking became noticeably more aggressive afterward. He caught the opposing team off guard and scored another goal.
Su Peng jogged lightly, cheering with his classmates, and even waved at An Han from afar.
Show-off bastard!
An Han couldn’t even be bothered to look at him. He looked exactly like those males in nature documentaries—animals in heat flamboyantly showing off to attract a mate.
She could understand men’s desire to show off in front of girls, but seeing it from the perspective of being female herself just made the scene feel ridiculous.
A clown!
“And I’m a man!”
Fuming, An Han stood up and turned toward the dorms.
The school’s management wasn’t very strict. Dormitory doors weren’t locked during class hours, and during PE free activity, plenty of students just went back to their dorms.
Out of two or three classes totaling nearly a hundred students, only a few dozen were still visible on the field.
“An Han!”
Walking with her head down while playing on her phone, An Han was startled by a shout from afar. She lifted her head in confusion, looked around, and then spotted a soccer ball flying straight toward her from behind.
Her expression stiffened. Her brain froze, and she just stood there dumbly, watching the ball get closer and closer. It wasn’t until a fine, needle-like pain pricked her forehead that she snapped back to her senses, instinctively throwing her arms over her head and squatting down.
“Bang!”
The ball hit her squarely in the forehead.
A violent impact and pain followed instantly. Her body flew backward uncontrollably, and she landed hard on the ground on her butt.
“Hiss—”
An Han lowered her head, clutching her forehead with both hands, gritting her teeth and sucking in air, trying to ease the intense pain radiating from her forehead and tailbone.
“Holy shit! President, that kick was way too accurate!”
“An Han! An Han!”
Chaotic voices filled her ears. When An Han finally endured the initial wave of pain and looked up, she saw Su Peng, Wang Yu, and Long Xing already rushing over to her. In the distance, Wang Sheng, Chen Junjie, and several other familiar classmates were also hurrying toward her.
“Are you hurt anywhere?” Su Peng was the first to squat in front of her, asking carefully.
Looking at An Han’s tear-streaked face—those watery eyes and pitiful, rain-soaked expression—his heart nearly shattered.
“Other than hurting… I think I’m okay…” An Han sniffed hard.
“Then why are you crying so badly?”
Long Xing said anxiously from the side, “This is the first time I’ve seen Xiao Han cry. Should we take her to the infirmary?”
She was crying so hard simply because the sudden pain had overwhelmed her tear glands.
An Han felt utterly humiliated. A grown man, crying with snot and tears just from getting hit by a soccer ball.
On top of that, the surrounding crowd of onlookers was growing, and all those focused gazes made a surge of shame rise within her. She quickly lowered her head, her cheeks burning red.
“To the infirmary,” Su Peng said, grabbing her arm. “Let’s go.”
“I’m fine…” An Han weakly protested, lowering her head. “Who kicked that? Were they aiming at my head or what?”
“The president,” Long Xing immediately sold out the culprit.
Only then did An Han raise her eyes again to look at Wang Yu, but before she could say anything, Su Peng had already pulled her up from the ground.
She held her tailbone with one hand, staggering and baring her teeth. “It really hurts.”
Something like this had happened before.
But this time, the pain was absolutely excruciating.
An Han quickly swept her gaze across the people around her. Almost everyone was looking at her with concern and protectiveness, their eyes filled with worry.
She finally understood the effect and meaning of the sensitive attribute.
It made her more pitiable, more fragile—more like a woman…
Or rather, better at attracting men…
And also more “tea.”
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