Chapter 87 087. An Han’s Little Scheme
“Long Ge’s birthday, huh…”
An Han strolled through a boutique store just outside campus, lingering as he browsed small gifts on display.
If Wang Sheng hadn’t reminded him, he would’ve completely forgotten that Long Xing’s birthday was coming up this Friday—just a few days away. The past two weeks had been so hectic that his mind had been entirely occupied with tasks and responsibilities.
“What about a pair of dumbbells? That way he can work out even in the dorm,” he murmured to himself, thinking about Long Xing’s usual hobbies.
Fitness, video games, anime, Japanese dramas… and girl groups.
The first set was entertainment; the latter was all about girls.
Most guys were interested in these two things. An Han used to be, too—but ever since his “manhood” took a nosedive, his interest in girls had waned considerably.
After hesitating for a moment inside the store, An Han finally decided it was better *not* to give Long Xing something he’d genuinely like.
Otherwise, he might accidentally push Long Xing’s affection level past 90.
It was already dangerously high—over 80—and Long Xing hadn’t argued with him even once recently. Every one of An Han’s little schemes had been effortlessly defused by Long Xing’s endless patience. If this gift pushed the affection meter to 90 or even 100… An Han feared Long Xing might just confess right then and there at the birthday party!
“Better get something cheap and totally uninteresting to him,” he muttered, picking up a cute pink thermos cup and spinning it in his hands to inspect it.
It was a light-pink thermos, decorated with a chibi-style, two-headed girl character. The whole thing practically oozed girlish charm.
Perfect for Long Xing!
An Han nodded in satisfaction.
Just imagine: Long Xing—the muscular, buzz-cut, tattooed guy who looked like a mob enforcer—sipping water from this girly thermos.
The sheer incongruity of the image made An Han burst out laughing. Without another thought, he headed straight to the checkout counter.
“How much?” he asked the clerk.
This gift was guaranteed to make Long Xing scowl in disgust! Maybe even lower his affection a bit!
And if Long Xing questioned it, An Han already had a solid excuse ready: “It’s great for staying hydrated during workouts—makes total sense!”
After paying, he looked up at the cashier and added, “Could you wrap it in a gift box? It’s a present.”
“Sure thing,” the clerk replied, standing up to pack it.
As she turned, An Han’s eyes inadvertently dropped to her denim shorts.
If I wore those, my long legs would probably turn every guy on the street heads~
He snapped back to reality instantly, cheeks flushing, and quickly lowered his gaze to his phone, refusing to look at her again.
“What the hell’s wrong with me?!”
An Han’s expression darkened with confusion—completely baffled by that sudden, intrusive thought.
“Here you go,” the clerk said, handing him the neatly wrapped gift bag.
He nodded hastily, grabbed the bag, and hurried out of the store.
It was early afternoon, and the food street outside campus was teeming with young, stylish girls. On his way back to the dorm, An Han’s eyes, as usual, occasionally flickered toward those dressed in summer outfits.
In the past, admiring them would’ve lifted his mood—but now, strange thoughts kept barging into his head:
That outfit would look amazing on me~
That hairstyle would suit my face perfectly~
She’s got such short legs—why wear ultra-short shorts? I’d do it way better~
These thoughts kept popping up, only to be forcefully suppressed by An Han, leaving him increasingly irritable.
“Is this some kind of… aesthetic shift?” he wondered.
He deliberately shifted his gaze from girls to guys walking by.
At least his attraction to men seemed intact—he still wouldn’t call a guy handsome unless he looked like Hu Ge or was as good-looking as Huang Xiaoming. He certainly didn’t get all fluttery like a fangirl.
Even though his roommates Su Peng and Wang Yu were both undeniably good-looking, An Han had never felt anything toward them… except during those rare times when the system’s items forcibly triggered… *urges*.
“At least my sexual orientation’s still normal,” he muttered under his breath.
Back in the dorm, Long Xing immediately turned around as soon as he saw An Han enter—and spotted the gift bag in his hand.
His face lit up with delight. “You remembered my birthday?!”
“Wang Sheng reminded me. I’d totally forgotten,” An Han admitted openly.
“A gift?” Long Xing leaned in curiously.
“I’ll give it to you on your actual birthday,” An Han said, quickly hiding the bag behind his back with a mischievous grin. “No peeking—it’ll ruin the surprise!”
Yeah, let’s wait until your birthday party, when the whole dorm and all your friends are there... and then I’ll present you with this pink monstrosity!
There’ll be shock—but zero joy. And your dignity? Gone!
He beamed even more sweetly at the thought.
That flower-like smile completely disarmed Long Xing, who—without a second thought—nodded eagerly. “Alright!”
“Where are we celebrating? You’re treating, right?” An Han asked as he walked over to his wardrobe, deliberately avoiding the mirror, and shoved the gift bag inside.
“How about KTV? Some of my other friends will come too.”
Wang Sheng suddenly spoke up in protest: “An Han and I hate KTV—it’s too noisy, and we don’t even know your other friends.”
Being introverted, he always felt awkward around strangers.
“Well…” Long Xing began to reconsider—
“No, KTV sounds great!” An Han cut in. “Invite all your friends—it’ll be more fun with a big crowd!”
The bigger the audience, the more embarrassing it’ll be for you!
He even suggested, “You should also invite Wang Yu, and our neighbors Dong Ming and Su Peng. The more people, the better!”
Long Xing narrowed his eyes slightly. “But… Xiao Han, you usually don’t like big gatherings?”
Though An Han was lively, he wasn’t exactly the social butterfly type.
“No worries—your birthday’s about your happiness,” An Han said with exaggerated sweetness. “Oh! Should we record a video too? It’s our junior year—let’s document some college memories!”
“Do we really need to?” Long Xing asked hesitantly.
Oh, we absolutely do!
That black-history footage will definitely tank your affection level toward me!
An Han pressed on: “Next year we’ll all be scattered. Can we really just leave behind a few photos?”
“He’s totally planning to prank you on your birthday,” Chen Junjie suddenly interjected.
He’d been quietly observing the whole scene and saw right through An Han’s overly innocent smile.
An Han whipped his head around and shot him a death glare, even miming a throat-slashing gesture with his hand.
But Chen Junjie was utterly unfazed—in fact, he found An Han’s “fierce” expression utterly adorable, like a kitten trying (and failing) to look scary.
“He even threatened me!” Chen Junjie called out loudly.
Long Xing, who hadn’t noticed any of that, just sighed and sat back down at his desk. “Stop messing around. Xiao Han’s not that kind of person.”
“You just never believe me, do you?!” An Han groaned in frustration.
He really didn’t get it—why did Chen Junjie always see through his schemes so easily?
Ugh… We’re clearly astrologically incompatible!
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