Chapter 73 073. Gentle and Thoughtful?
It was the weekend. Chen Junjie had left the dorm early—of all of them, he was the biggest player, almost always getting invited out by friends or girls every weekend.
An Han had spent the past two days deliberately trying to get closer to Wang Yu. Every day at noon and in the evening after class, he’d go to the fitness activity room, pretending to work out. In reality, each time he saw Wang Yu, he’d pester him relentlessly, trying to convince him to organize a CS:GO tournament. He didn’t even demand a firm promise—just that Wang Yu make a sincere effort.
Sadly, after two whole days, Wang Yu hadn’t budged an inch. Worse, his favorability toward An Han had dropped all the way to 15.
Even though the system didn’t label specific favorability thresholds, 15 points… that was lower than what a random stranger would feel after meeting An Han for the first time—especially considering An Han’s base charm of 2 and his “Goodwill” trait.
“Looks like I’ll have to play my final card…” An Han peeked down from his top bunk toward Long Xing and Wang Sheng in the dorm.
He had to wear the chest binder when he left—and crucially, neither of them could see him putting it on or taking it off when he returned.
Otherwise, Long Xing’s favorability might just skyrocket past 90, and if Wang Sheng’s also climbed above 80… well, the dorm would turn into a full-blown harem warzone.
Leaving wasn’t the problem—it was coming back...
“I really do need to stop by that hotel again.”
Wang Yu was attending the fitness club’s weekly dinner gathering tonight. Truthfully, it was just an excuse for the club’s hard-drinking members to get together and guzzle alcohol.
Back when Wu Dongming had tricked An Han into wearing women’s clothes and sneaking back to the dorm late at night, Long Xing had been out at one of these very same fitness club parties.
“Long Xing probably won’t be back until at least midnight after drinking…”
So An Han figured—intercept Wang Yu on his way back from the gathering.
By then, Wang Yu would be staggering drunk, and with the chest binder’s charm effect plus An Han’s silver tongue…
Success was almost guaranteed!
At the very least, Wang Yu would agree to seriously consider holding the tournament.
But it was also incredibly risky...
Late at night. A tempting woman. A drunk man.
It practically read like a headline from a cautionary news story—with An Han as the unfortunate victim.
“Xiao Han, it’s already afternoon—still not up?” Long Xing turned around, as caring as always. “Haven’t even had lunch yet?”
“Not hungry. Gonna sleep a bit more—I need energy for tonight.”
“Tonight? You pulling an all-nighter?”
Lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, An Han paused deliberately before replying, “I’m meeting some friends to hang out tonight.”
“Oh~” Long Xing turned back to his computer.
Wait, wait, wait! The person you like is sneaking out late at night to meet “friends”!
Aren’t you supposed to lose at least 10 favorability points out of concern?!
An Han held his breath in frustration. He’d sworn to himself he’d lower Long Xing’s favorability by at least ten points—but at this rate, he was doing the exact opposite!
After a moment, unable to stay quiet, he called out, “Wang Sheng, how’s your team doing lately?”
“Two of them are still trash. Still training,” Wang Sheng replied with confidence. “We practice two hours every night. When a tournament comes, we won’t get eliminated in the first round, at least.”
“Your ambitions are way too low…” An Han groaned, then steered the conversation back to Wang Yu. “What’s Wang Yu like when he games?”
A lot of people had completely different personalities online versus offline. Take Wang Sheng, for example—silent as a ghost in real life, barely speaking ten words a day, yet he’d chatter nonstop during games.
Wang Sheng shook his head wearily. “He doesn’t communicate at all.”
“Cold even online?”
“I guess he’s just quiet?”
“You think that because you’ve never seen him in person.”
Wang Yu’s perpetually icy expression and flat, indifferent tone were infuriating—like everything An Han did was just meaningless theater in his eyes.
If it weren’t for the system’s quest, An Han would never willingly interact with him.
Wang Sheng always played games deep into the night. His mechanical keyboard had driven An Han crazy at first, but over time, he’d grown used to its rhythmic clacking—like the sound of rain on a quiet night. Just hearing it from bed would signal his brain: it’s time to wind down.
“Wang Sheng, I’m heading out to the dinner.”
“Mm. What time’ll you be back?”
“Probably around one or two in the morning.”
An Han dozed off again after their exchange. Later, faint voices outside roused him, and the sound of the dorm door opening and closing jolted him fully awake.
Rubbing his sore, sleep-heavy eyes and stretching, he asked, “Long Ge already left?”
“Yeah, just a moment ago.”
“Then I should get going too.”
An Han climbed slowly down from his bunk, opened his wardrobe, and fished out the system-provided chest binder hidden deep inside.
Compared to his full女装 outfit—wig, women’s shoes, and everything—he’d been lucky. That had taken up an entire large bag. The chest binder, though? Easy to hide—just tucked between winter coats.
His roommates still had no idea there was a chest binder in his closet.
He glanced toward Wang Sheng at his desk, then, just to be safe, boldly ordered, “Wang Sheng, go downstairs and buy me a bottle of sugar-free cola.”
“Sure.”
Wang Sheng paused his game without hesitation—after all, An Han had been tirelessly helping him out lately—and headed out of the dorm.
Now An Han had time. He took his sweet time finding a tote bag, slipping the chest binder inside, then covering it with a charger and a light jacket to avoid curious eyes if he ran into classmates.
After freshening up on the balcony, Wang Sheng returned with the cola from the vending machine downstairs.
“Going out?” Wang Sheng noticed the tote bag by An Han’s feet as he put on his socks and shoes.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Then why’d you make me buy you cola…” Wang Sheng muttered, placing the drink on An Han’s desk.
Once dressed and ready, An Han picked up both the cola and the tote bag and left the dorm, heart pounding with nervous anticipation.
Now, all that remained was to wait for midnight.
He’d already messaged Long Xing earlier, asking him to notify him once the dinner ended. That way, he could intercept Wang Yu on the road between the street food stalls and campus!
You think you can keep giving me that cold look all day?!
He only needed Wang Yu’s favorability to reach 70—roughly “close friend” level.
But once it crossed that threshold, he’d have to find an excuse to vanish immediately. It’d be far too dangerous to linger alone with him late at night.
Still… just imagining that icy, aloof Wang Yu becoming warm and attentive—gentle, even—made An Han’s pulse race with excitement.
Lost in that delicious fantasy, the corners of his mouth curled upward, and his steps grew light and cheerful.
But the moment he turned a corner—just about to head downstairs—he collided head-on with Wang Yu, who was on his way out for the dinner.
“In such a good mood?” Wang Yu glanced at him. For some reason, the instant he saw An Han, a chill ran down his spine.
“Eh… not really…” An Han forced a nervous smile, avoiding those cold eyes.
Wang Yu noticed his unease. After scanning him up and down and finding nothing obviously suspicious, he continued walking downstairs, muttering, “Am I really that scary?”
“Nope! Gentle and thoughtful!” An Han blurted out.
At least… you will be, tonight!
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