Chapter 67 067. Clever as Me
After about an hour of grueling training, An Han lay sprawled on a bench in the activity room, eyes glazed over, mouth slightly agape as he gasped for breath—looking utterly wrecked.
Every inch of his body ached, and he must’ve sweated at least half a kilo…
He’d long since stripped off his jacket; his black tank top was soaked through, and his damp hair clung to his cheeks. He felt like he was on the verge of death.
“If only I could go back to freshman year—I’d never have joined this stupid fitness club.”
“I’m so miserable~”
He could feel people’s eyes lingering on the subtle rise of his chest. He’d normally cover it with his jacket, but right now, he was too exhausted to even sit up and grab it.
That’s exactly why he hated coming to the fitness club! Wang Yu was practically torturing him to death!
【Wang Yu’s affection toward you +4】
At least after gritting his teeth and enduring the workout, Wang Yu’s opinion of him had improved slightly.
But the other club members were whispering among themselves:
“Our club actually has a girl now!”
“Must be a freshman—we’ve never seen her before.”
“Could she be the president’s girlfriend?”
Whatever. They didn’t know him anyway. If they wanted to mistake him for a girl, so be it.
An Han sighed deeply, utterly defeated—until he saw Wang Yu approach with his jacket and casually drape it over him. Wang Yu sat down beside him, grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat off his face, then turned and asked bluntly, “Are you a girl?”
Come to think of it… Wang Yu had never actually asked An Han his gender before. Gender was usually obvious at a glance—but now, even Wang Yu was doubting his initial assumption.
“…”
Why do you think that too?! We’ve known each other for over two years!
An Han had no idea how to explain. He defaulted to the same excuse he’d used on Su Peng: “I’m just… a bit chubby, that’s all?”
He quickly changed the subject: “Why are there so few people left in our club? Including us, there are only five?”
Wang Yu’s eyes narrowed with suspicion and didn’t take the bait. He stood up and headed toward the treadmill.
“Hey!” An Han called after him. “Have you decided yet? About the tournament!”
He’d nearly killed himself trying to convince Wang Yu to join—now wasn’t the time to give up.
Seeing Wang Yu ignore him, An Han struggled to his feet and grabbed the hem of Wang Yu’s shirt. “It’s just a few matches! Wang Sheng’s your WeChat group admin—cut him some slack, yeah~”
Wang Yu yanked his shirt free without looking back and stepped onto the treadmill.
“Tch!”
Fine, forget it. As long as Wang Sheng got to play in some official matches, the system would count it—results didn’t matter. No need to fixate on Wang Yu alone.
An Han sighed heavily and was about to leave when suddenly, a system interface popped up before his eyes:
【Choice 1: Offer your body as payment to secure Wang Yu’s help. Reward: A luxurious downtown apartment.
Choice 2: Tempt him with your beauty. Reward: Aesthetic Trait.
Choice 3: Pester him relentlessly. Reward: Random stat point.】
He scanned the options and instantly understood what he should do.
Judging by the system’s usual tricks, “pestering relentlessly” was clearly the easiest path. As for offering his body—forget whether An Han himself could stomach it; Wang Yu probably wouldn’t accept it either, making that the hardest option.
So all he had to do was keep nagging? Was Wang Yu really the type who couldn’t handle persistent whining?
An Han thought it over. Helping Wang Sheng gather five teammates was hardly worth further feminizing himself.
【Task Two accepted. Please complete it soon.】
So he accepted Task Two—but planned to fulfill the requirements of Task Three instead!
That way, even if he technically completed Task Three, he wouldn’t get its reward.
System loophole exploited!
Pestering someone? Easy!
An Han had long since abandoned any sense of shame. After catching his breath, he dragged a chair right next to the treadmill and just sat there, staring at Wang Yu with pleading eyes.
Every now and then, he’d pipe up: “Just sign up for the tournament, okay?”
“It’ll only take a few days—won’t mess up your schedule.”
“You don’t seem that busy anyway.”
“Wang Sheng said you’re really skilled—you’re literally the best candidate!”
Once he started talking, he couldn’t stop—buzzing around Wang Yu like an annoying mosquito.
At first, Wang Yu ignored him completely, running on the treadmill with a blank expression. But An Han wouldn’t shut up. When he ran out of reasons to push the tournament, he switched tactics and started talking about Wang Sheng’s struggles and dreams.
About half an hour later, Wang Yu finally stepped off the treadmill, wiped his face, and walked straight out of the activity room.
An Han hurried after him—only to find Wang Yu’s pace steadily quickening from a stroll into a near power-walk.
“Hey! Wait up!” An Han jogged to keep pace. When he saw they were heading toward the campus cafeteria, his face lit up. “Perfect, I’m starving—let’s grab lunch together?”
Wang Yu halted abruptly—then turned sharply toward the dorms instead.
“Then I’ll order takeout. What do you want? There’s a discount if we order together.”
Seeing Wang Yu practically fleeing in panic filled An Han with glee.
It used to be him running from Wang Yu like a mouse from a cat—but now, the roles were reversed!
…Though he was still a little worried Wang Yu might snap and punch him if pushed too far.
Wang Yu rushed back to his dorm and, the moment he stepped inside, slammed the door shut—trying to block An Han out.
“Ah!”
Startled by the sudden scream, Wang Yu turned back—only to see An Han’s foot already wedged in the doorway. The door had just clamped down hard on his calf.
Knowing exactly how much force he’d used, Wang Yu immediately yanked the door open. Outside, An Han’s face had gone pale, his lips trembling as he slowly crouched down, clutching his leg, wincing in pain—but his eyes still locked firmly onto Wang Yu.
“You…” Wang Yu was baffled by An Han’s sheer stubbornness.
The sudden pain brought two tears to An Han’s eyes, but he forced a pained smile: “Wang Sheng just wants to play one proper match… It won’t take long.”
“If I say no, are you really going to keep hounding me like this?”
Wang Yu’s expression darkened, looking ready to explode—and An Han’s heart sank. He braced himself for an outburst.
But An Han swallowed his fear and nodded firmly: “Yeah!”
【Wang Yu’s affection toward you +10】
Wang Yu froze for a second, then waved his hand irritably. “Fine, fine! Stop bothering me already! You want me to help your roommate play a few matches? Just message me when it’s time.”
“Seriously?!” An Han leapt up in delight—then yelped in pain and stumbled backward, leaning against the corridor railing.
“Go to the infirmary.” Wang Yu stepped out of his dorm, his usual coldness softened slightly. “I’ll pay for the medicine.”
“Thanks.”
Wang Yu sighed and looped an arm around An Han to support him. “If you put even half this much persistence into working out, you wouldn’t be like this—you’d be a solid 170 cm of muscle by now.”
Well, the system never offered that as a reward, did it?
“Hmm… doesn’t sound that great either,” An Han muttered.
In his head, an image popped up: a muscular, chibi-faced Nezha.
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