Chapter 68 068. A Chance Encounter
Successfully roping Wang Yu into the mess—and dodging the system’s “reward” at the same time!
I’m such a genius!
An Han couldn’t help but giggle out loud. But Wang Yu, who was still supporting him, shot him a strange look.
“Your calf’s already swollen—how can you still laugh?”
Not only did An Han’s build and figure resemble a girl’s, but his body was also soft to the touch. Leaning close, Wang Yu could even catch a faint, pleasant milky scent wafting from him.
If Wang Yu hadn’t known for certain that An Han lived in the boys’ dorm on the third floor, he’d have been absolutely convinced An Han was a girl.
An Han shrugged carelessly, straightening his back with exaggerated heroism: “It’s just a scratch! You go help Wang Sheng compete—better win the championship while you’re at it!”
Wang Yu was utterly baffled by this guy.
Did An Han really care that deeply about his roommate? Was he *that* loyal?
“I heard you’re crazy good. With you, Wang Sheng, and his online buddies, you’ve got three top players—winning a small tournament should be a piece of cake!”
“But the problem is… there *are* no tournaments right now…” An Han’s face fell again as he muttered under his breath, “I wonder if Wang Sheng can convince the Esports Club president to organize a CS:GO event…”
Wang Yu deadpanned, “You clearly have no idea how complicated it is to run a tournament.”
“Really that hard?”
“You need to book venues, handle promotions, find sponsors, set up stages… It takes at least a month to pull off properly.”
“You know a lot about this…”
The mere thought gave An Han a headache. His brows furrowed slightly, his face clouded with worry.
My PS5 is practically within reach… but the hardest part is still finding an actual tournament to enter.
His two Charm stats and Affection Trait made every expression he made radiate an otherworldly allure. To most guys, it felt like viewing him through a soft pink filter—but Wang Yu remained completely unmoved.
After years of hardcore fitness, Wang Yu found women without defined abs or muscle utterly unattractive—and this delicate, pretty boy in front of him? Even less so. Their “preference systems” just weren’t compatible.
At the entrance to the first-floor infirmary in the teaching building, An Han was seated on a bench outside.
“The doctor’s already off duty.”
“Well, it *is* evening…” An Han pressed a hand to his stomach and pouted. “I’m hungry…”
Wang Yu glanced at him, dialed the number posted on the door, and said flatly, “They left a contact. I called—just wait. If you're hungry, deal with it.”
“You’re such a straight-laced guy—you probably don’t even have a girlfriend, do you?”
“I do.” He paused, then added with effortless arrogance, “About three per semester, on average.”
An Han sighed enviously, “Total player.”
“They’re the ones who chase *me*. I just never say no.”
“What a noble attitude—‘never say no’ indeed!”
This level of sarcasm barely registered with Wang Yu.
Footsteps echoed down the corridor. Both turned to see Ren Chi approaching, briefcase in hand. He spotted them from a distance and quickened his pace, concern flashing across his face.
“Not you again—what happened *this* time?”
“Got my leg caught in a door…”
“At least it wasn’t your head,” Ren Chi teased, ruffling An Han’s hair.
“…”
Ren Chi turned to Wang Yu. “And you are…?”
“His club president,” Wang Yu replied casually.
“You’re not in my class.” Ren Chi had mistaken him for a dorm supervisor.
“*Club* president.”
“Ah.” Ren Chi nodded in understanding, then smiled at An Han with a warning: “Heads up—inspectors are checking dorms in a couple days. Tidy your bed, take out the trash, and hide any contraband—especially that electric hotpot of yours… and those clothes.”
“Got it.”
“Oh, and sign-ups for the sports meet are open. Decided what events you’re entering?”
An Han looked up at him—and suddenly his eyes lit up. He grabbed Ren Chi’s sleeve with both hands. “Bro Ren~!”
Ren Chi took one look at those sparkling, pleading eyes and that pitifully sweet expression—and shook his head firmly. “Changed your mind? Nope. Too late.”
He’d noticed An Han was getting scarily good at weaponizing that innocent, adorable face to get what he wanted.
Too bad Ren Chi was immune.
“No, no—can you help us organize a gaming tournament at school?”
“Huh?” Ren Chi blinked, thrown off by the abrupt topic shift.
An Han weighed his words carefully. Since Ren Chi was basically a peer, he decided to spill the whole story about Wang Sheng.
He’d never dare ask an older teacher—those forty-something instructors who still thought “esports” just meant “playing video games”—for help like this.
Ren Chi processed the info, then winced. “Problem is… I don’t handle that department.”
“But if *you* help, it’ll be way smoother than if we do it ourselves, right?”
“Fine…” Ren Chi sighed and ruffled An Han’s hair again.
He was starting to see An Han less as a student and more like a mischievous little sister next door.
“Has the infirmary staff arrived yet?” Ren Chi asked Wang Yu. “Did you call?”
“Yeah, but they’re tied up. Told us to wait.”
“Let’s just go to the clinic off-campus.” Ren Chi knelt down and rolled up An Han’s pant leg to check the injury.
It was the same left calf An Han had previously sprained—now vividly red and swollen from the door. The pain kept pricking at his tear ducts; despite his best efforts, his eyes were rimmed with red, making him look heartbreakingly vulnerable.
“How do you keep getting hurt like this?”
“He did it!” An Han immediately pointed at the culprit.
Wang Yu just crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, refusing to defend himself.
After a quick inspection, Ren Chi concluded: “Looks okay—probably no bone damage. Can you walk on your own?”
“Barely.”
“Then hop on.” He crouched down with a resigned smile.
Thanks to last time, An Han didn’t hesitate at all this time—he launched himself onto Ren Chi’s back, nearly knocking him flat on the floor.
Ren Chi hoisted An Han up by the thighs and turned to Wang Yu: “You can head back. I’ll take care of him.”
“Go on, go on!” An Han waved from Ren Chi’s back. “Don’t forget—find Wang Sheng and confirm you’re joining the team!”
An Han much preferred Ren Chi’s easygoing warmth. Wang Yu? Way too cold—just being around him was stressful.
“Noted,” Wang Yu said.
Ren Chi chuckled and started walking toward the school gate, still grumbling: “School’s been insane lately—endless meetings. Gotta hold a class meeting for you guys tomorrow.”
“A meeting?” An Han rested his chin on Ren Chi’s shoulder.
“Yep—to push you slackers to sign up for the sports meet. Nobody does anything unless we practically drag them there.”
“Who’d bother if there’s no reward?”
“First place gets 500 yuan,” Ren Chi said with a grin—then instantly stiffened when he turned his head and found An Han’s flawless skin way too close for comfort. He quickly looked straight ahead again.
“Then I’ll sign up for the sprint! I’ve got a shot at that!”
Wang Yu watched their retreating figures. It was a perfectly ordinary scene—teacher helping student. Yet for some reason, his brain automatically pictured them as siblings…
Or… maybe even a couple?
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