Chapter 63 063. A Normal Person!
Just as An Han stepped back into the dorm hallway from the sports field, he spotted Long Xing chatting with Chen Junjie by the corridor.
He tiptoed quietly, hoping to sneak up and scare them—but overheard Long Xing say with concern,
“Ever since Wang Sheng came back, his mood’s been off.”
“Didn’t notice,” Chen Junjie replied, eyes glued to his phone game, voice indifferent. “Isn’t he always like that? Keeps to himself all day. I don’t even understand the games he plays.”
“But he never used to go a whole day without talking to us. And when gaming, he’s usually so quiet now.”
An Han paused, recalling Wang Sheng’s recent behavior—Long Xing was right. Ever since his return, Wang Sheng barely spoke, even during games.
CS:GO had built-in voice chat, and team communication was essential. Wang Sheng had always been quiet in the dorm, low-key and easily overlooked—but when gaming? His mouth never stopped running, chattering nonstop like a hyperactive parrot.
“The counselor said he took leave because of family stuff,” An Han suddenly interjected.
His voice startled the two boys—both jumped, since they hadn’t noticed him behind them.
Long Xing turned around and laughed helplessly, “Can you stop moving like a cat? Your footsteps make zero sound.”
“My soles are soft,” An Han shot back casually, then asked, “Junjie, you and Wang Sheng get along okay, right? Didn’t you ask him what’s wrong?”
“Nope,” Chen Junjie replied, still absorbed in his game. “He wouldn’t tell me anyway. You know how he is—bottles everything up.”
True enough. Wang Sheng was introverted by nature; he’d never willingly open up about personal issues.
An Han thought for a moment, then grinned and jabbed Long Xing lightly in the ribs with his elbow. “Then let’s get him drunk! He’ll spill everything once he’s tipsy!”
After all—between guys! Whatever they couldn’t say sober, they’d blurt out after a few drinks.
Long Xing, who loved drinking anyway, immediately nodded without hesitation. “Good idea! I’ll go buy booze. Wanna grab barbecue together later?”
“No problem!”
“But you…” Long Xing hesitated, glancing at An Han. He almost said, *“A girl drinking with a bunch of guys…”*—but caught himself. *…He’s a guy. Never mind.*
An Han’s appearance was just too misleading—it constantly tricked people into forgetting his actual gender.
“What about me? Your alcohol tolerance’s worse than mine!” An Han glared up at him.
“Fair point,” Long Xing chuckled sheepishly, scratching his head. Then he remembered something else: “Oh, the club president asked me to check—do you even plan on coming to the gym anymore? You’ve only shown up three times since freshman year.”
“…”
An Han froze. He’d completely forgotten about the fitness club.
Back in his first year, he’d joined the gym club alongside Long Xing. It was a legit student organization with an entire classroom full of equipment—and packed with absolute fitness beasts.
He’d thought he’d be inspired to build up his scrawny frame… but laziness had won out in the end.
Compared to running, weightlifting was just… boring.
“I’ll go next time—*definitely* next time!” he promised, slapping his chest dramatically.
“If you skip again, the president’s gonna be furious. You never show up to club gatherings either.”
“There’s barely anyone I know there…”
“That’s because you never go!”
An Han turned and slipped into the dorm, unwilling to continue the conversation.
Inside, Wang Sheng was, as usual, gaming—but his once-straight posture was now slumped forward. Even his rare voice-chat replies to teammates sounded listless and drained.
An Han walked over and gave Wang Sheng’s back a sharp smack. “Didn’t you say you wanted to go pro? Slouch like that, and your back’ll give out after two rounds.”
“It’s fine,” Wang Sheng muttered.
An Han plopped down beside him, propped his cheek on one hand, and stared fixedly at Wang Sheng’s face with wide, dark eyes.
This guy was easily the least conventionally attractive in the dorm—
or more accurately, the most unkempt. Hair unwashed for days, rotating between just two outfits, living only for games outside of class.
“Stop staring at me,” Wang Sheng mumbled, visibly uncomfortable. Introverts always hated being watched.
“It’s not just about failing the tryout, is it?” An Han smiled gently. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be acting so weird.”
“Leave me alone.”
Yup—just as stubborn as expected.
“There’s barbecue and drinks tonight. Finish this match and log off.”
“Mm.”
His sullen, silent demeanor was seriously grating.
Having someone mope around like a storm cloud all day really dragged down An Han’s mood, too.
So he doubled down—staring unblinkingly at Wang Sheng’s face. After a few minutes, Wang Sheng couldn’t take it anymore. With a shudder, he quit the game, dove under the covers, and yanked the blanket over his head to block An Han’s gaze.
“We’re dormmates! What’s so hard to talk about between guys?” An Han snapped, clearly irritated.
Wang Sheng still didn’t respond.
Annoyed, An Han stomped over and kicked the lump under the blanket before turning away to do his own thing.
Seriously! You’ve got *fifty points* of favorability toward me—and you won’t even share a single personal problem?!
This was exactly when the system *should* pop up—with options on how to help Wang Sheng snap out of his funk.
Not waste time tricking him into becoming even more feminine over trivial nonsense!
“An Han,” Chen Junjie called as he entered the room, stripping off his shirt. “Barbecue’ll be here in thirty. I’m hitting the shower first. Long Xing went to the supermarket outside to buy alcohol—go meet him at the fence later to sneak it in.”
“Why don’t *you* go?”
“*I’m* the one paying for the barbecue!”
“Tch…” An Han muttered under his breath, “Rich people are so annoying… still uses my shampoo when he showers, though.”
Chen Junjie was genuinely generous—but that didn’t erase their petty squabbles.
After resting briefly, An Han left the dorm and headed toward the school’s back gate to intercept Long Xing.
The school forbade students from drinking, so no alcohol was sold on campus—and security guards wouldn’t let booze through the gates.
But getting drunk was still easy. In An Han’s opinion, the school’s enforcement was all just for show.
Just as he reached the dorm stairwell, however, his feet skidded to a sudden halt. He instinctively tried to duck backward.
“An Han.”
An Han forced a strained smile, as if he’d just seen a ghost.
Wang Yu walked down the stairs expressionlessly, gave An Han a once-over, then continued upstairs without stopping. “Sorry. Mistook you for someone else.”
“…”
An Han stared blankly at his retreating back, scratching his head in confusion.
Wang Yu was the president of the fitness club Long Xing had mentioned—serious, meticulous, but cold as ice.
Out of a sense of duty to club members, he’d personally tracked down An Han *three times* over the years… which was precisely why An Han had only attended the club exactly *three times* in two years. Every time he saw Wang Yu, he felt like a mouse spotting a cat.
“Jerk. Won’t even let me quit,” An Han grumbled—then, struck by a sudden idea, called out mentally, “System, check Wang Yu’s education level.”
【……】
“…What’s Wang Yu’s favorability toward me?”
【Wang Yu: Favorability 13】
Wow. That was *low*. Clearly, his patience had run out over the past two years.
But oddly, An Han felt *delighted*.
Finally—a normal person! Someone *not* swayed by his +2 Charm or favorability quirks.
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