Chapter 59 059. Leave your girlfriend to me!
Ever since his body became increasingly feminine—and as his friends’ attraction toward An Han steadily grew—he began to feel that every interaction with them had taken on a different tone.
Back in the old days, accepting snacks from roommates or friends was just casual banter among buddies—at most, someone might jokingly call him “so gay.” But now, even the slightest bit of physical closeness made him involuntarily think of words like “flirting.”
It was terrifying.
He was sure that others probably saw it that way too.
Right now, the most urgent matter was to *lower* Long Xing and Su Peng’s affection toward him. Everything else was unimportant.
*BANG!*
It was already evening. An Han was just about to pick up a package when the dorm room door suddenly swung open—and Wang Sheng walked in, dragging a suitcase behind him.
“Wang Sheng? You’re back *now*?” An Han asked in surprise. “You’re seriously late! I heard you took the day off.”
After living together for so long, Wang Sheng’s absence had made the dorm feel incomplete—even though the guy wasn’t exactly the most noticeable presence to begin with.
“You’re here?” Chen Junjie immediately rushed over. “We had hotpot last night and waited forever for you.”
Wang Sheng gave a stiff nod, his expression uneasy.
“Weren’t you supposed to go to that club tryout? How’d it go?” An Han chimed in.
Chen Junjie kicked at him. “Dude, are you *trying* to rub salt in the wound? He’s back—what do you *think* happened?”
An Han quickly dodged the kick and didn’t retaliate. He just chuckled awkwardly, “Yeah… guess that’s true…”
He felt a twinge of guilt—clearly, Wang Sheng’s rigid expression meant his dream had just been crushed *again*.
So An Han slipped out of the dorm, not wanting to add to his roommate’s distress.
Outside, the evening air was still warm compared to indoors, though the stifling, suffocating heat of peak summer had long passed.
The cicadas on campus had mostly fallen silent.
Leaning against the dorm corridor railing, An Han occasionally glanced at students passing by.
【+20 Affection from passerby】
Even complete strangers—thanks to his innate charm and now undeniably delicate appearance—would instantly feel drawn to him the moment they laid eyes on him.
He’d become the kind of person who, no matter where he went, was adored by everyone.
He’d gotten exactly what he’d once wished for when he first obtained that “Affection” trait…
But right now, An Han felt like crying.
*This isn’t friendly or brotherly affection—they’re all looking at me like I’m… a girl!*
Sure enough, he overheard some whispers from passing students:
“Who’s that girl doing in our dorm building?”
“Probably visiting her boyfriend.”
The comments made An Han want to cry even more. Head hanging low, he trudged toward the neighboring dorm.
Pushing open the door, he found the room loud and chaotic. Wu Dongming sat alone, absorbed in Dota, while two other, less-familiar classmates were shouting excitedly as they duo-queued in League of Legends.
No sign of Su Peng.
An Han sidled up to Wu Dongming. “Dongming, tomorrow—help me put fake cockroaches in Su Peng’s wardrobe.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“You even *hear* me?”
“Can’t you see I’m gaming? Go log on—we’ll duo.”
An Han took a step back with a look of utter disdain. “Forget it. You’re trash.”
Ever since being effortlessly carried to victory by high-level players, An Han had zero patience for Wu Dongming’s skills.
“You’re *mocking* me? You’re only ranked 500!” Wu shot back.
In League terms, 500 meant Iron—the lowest tier. In Honor of Kings, it was the absolute bottom rung.
But An Han didn’t care. As he always said: “Those obsessed with climbing ranks? They’re the ones getting played *by* the game. *I’m* the one actually enjoying it.”
*Just have fun—that’s all that matters.*
Just as he was about to continue plotting against Su Peng, An Han suddenly clamped his mouth shut.
Su Peng had just stepped in from the balcony.
Discussing pranks right in front of the guy would be too cruel.
Su Peng had just showered and was wearing nothing but boxers. The moment he entered, he froze—his eyes locking onto An Han’s face—and his cheeks flushed bright red.
Flustered, he hurried toward his wardrobe. Only after reaching it did he snap back to reality:
*Wait… he’s a guy, right?*
*Why do I feel like some girl just saw me naked?!*
An Han, long accustomed to seeing guys undressed, gave a casual wave and returned his attention to Wu Dongming’s game.
But out of the corner of his eye, he couldn’t help sneaking glances at Su Peng’s body.
*Damn… this guy really is “slim in clothes, jacked out of them.”*
He’d seen Su Peng naked before, but this time, he couldn’t help but marvel.
Broad, firm pecs. Sharp, clean waistline. And those V-cut obliques leading down to his hips—Su Peng’s physique was far more aesthetically pleasing than Long Xing’s bulky, bodybuilder-like frame.
Honestly, if a girl saw Su Peng’s “alpha waist,” she’d probably melt on the spot.
*If only I could have a body like that…*
An Han glanced down at his own figure—now undeniably petite and curvy—and let out a bitter smile.
Back when he first gained those physique attribute points, he’d dreamed of a body like Su Peng’s.
Instead, his wish had twisted in the exact opposite direction.
Su Peng, now fully dressed in a loose white shirt that hid his build and made him look like a scholarly gentleman, finally relaxed.
“Hey, Su Peng.”
“Hm?”
An Han picked up on the other boy’s lingering fluster—but didn’t understand why.
He shrugged it off and asked casually, “How’d you get that body? Long Xing hits the gym all the time too, but he looks like a pro bodybuilder.”
“I’ve trained in combat sports since I was a kid. Different focus.”
“Oh… lucky you. Bet girls are always swarming you.”
An Han’s tone dripped with envy.
Su Peng shook his head dismissively. “Not really.”
“You’re just *too* reclusive! Way too reclusive!” An Han scolded, rapping Su Peng’s head like a monk tapping a wooden fish. “Be more proactive! Ask girls out for walks between classes! Hang out with them during breaks!”
“You’re smart enough—why act like a clueless dork when it comes to this?!”
“When you’re at the gym, offer to help beginner girls! You’re not bad-looking, and you’ve got that killer body! Just be a little forward—how could you *not* get a girlfriend?!”
“C’mon! Call me ‘Master,’ and I swear—I’ll get you a girlfriend!”
*If I can hook him up, I’ll finally be safe…*
Su Peng finally pushed away An Han’s hand, which was still tapping his head, and shot back, “Like *you* have a girlfriend?”
“I just *don’t want one*! And I don’t have your advantages, okay?”
Wu Dongming cut in, smirking, “Ignore him—he’s all talk.”
An Han ignored the jab and kept pestering Su Peng. “Quick! Say ‘Master’! Let me have my moment!”
Su Peng smiled, watching An Han bounce around like an overexcited puppy, and played along: “Alright, alright… Master.”
“YES! Don’t worry—your girlfriend’s on me!”
An Han pounded his chest confidently, the sound echoing through the room.
bro swears he aint gay but starts tweaking when he sees su peng abs lmao
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