Chapter 2

The heartthrob hated me too.

I guess the moment when he found out I was his roommate, he started a series of curses in his mind with a long face. This kid probably wanted to beat me up as well.

I came up with this conclusion after my careful observation. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have known what was going on until I’m beaten up.

When our dormitory went out for dinner, the heartthrob always peeked at me and pretended to be considerate by handing me a napkin.

Either that or when I’m walking down the street, he indistinctly bumped me and tried to grab my hand. I backhanded his hand and pinched it. He cast a sidelong glance with a strange expression at me. I guess he was looking at me with total contempt, but at least he didn’t fight back. I was so angry that I pinched him harder, but he only laughed.

Laugh my ass.

There’s a public bathroom in the north, with naked bladders and big penises everywhere. Often when I was scrubbing myself, I could feel someone staring at me from behind. I turned around quickly and met the eyes of the heartthrob. This fellow had fires in his eyes and obviously wanted to come up and beat me up.

However, this time I no longer pretend I didn’t see him. I stared blankly back at him for a good ten minutes, imagining how I’m going to kick and punch him, violently trample him and watch him cry. The heartthrob suddenly smiled at my indifferent eyes and walked over to me. I had my defensive stance ready.

He looked down at me, “Do you want me to scrub you?”

“No thanks.”

What a cunning man.

Don’t think that I don’t know what you’re up to.