Chapter 4

His allergy symptoms approached like a raging torrent. Fortunately, it was not that serious. We even registered for a doctor’s consultation, and I was called out by the doctor, “Did you search Baidu after you realized something was wrong?”

“……”

The doctor then continued, “Who told you guys to search Baidu when you fall ill? You should see a doctor immediately!”

I pushed the rim of my glasses, “We’re here to see you, aren’t we.”

“…….”

The doctor prescribed an anti-allergy ointment. In conclusion, the heartthrob’s looks were ruined. There were rashes all over his face, and I think his fangirls would definitely come after me with a banner saying, “Never ruin someone’s face when harming them. But we’ll ruin your face when hitting you!”

The heartthrob was not comfortable applying the ointment on his own. As the main culprit, I had to help him. I suddenly became the sinner in our dormitory. When Lao Er and Lao Si came back and saw the rashes on the heartthrob’s precious face, the two angrily scolded me for ruining their meal ticket.

I sneered, “Did you hear that? You’re just a meal ticket.” Lao Er cried out in alarm, “Lao San! How can you be so mean!” Lao Si then hugged the heartthrob’s thigh and bawled, “Your Highness! Don’t listen to this traitorous man! We are forever loyal and devoted to you!”

After I finished applying the ointment, I patted my hands and kicked Lao Si, “You’re loyal and devoted to your female junior’s thighs, right. Get out of the way!”

The heartthrob had been staring at me quietly, and I was afraid that he might raise his hand to beat me at any moment. He learned mixed martial arts and TaeKwonDo before. I personally saw him beat up three gangsters by himself. I was definitely a little scared.

It’s a good thing that the heartthrob was pretty civilized that not only he didn’t hit me, but also said thank you.

What a well-mannered guy.

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That night, I dreamt of his fangirls and fanboys scolding me until my name went down in history as a byword for infamy and put me on the top of the university’s BBS like a red flag waving.

(BBS: Bulletin Board System)

The next day when we went to campus, the heartthrob took out a mask from nowhere. He looked tall with long legs, deep eyes, and eyebrows when he put it on. His high nose bridge stuck out the mask in an elegant arc. He looked even more stylish than before.

And even more pretentious.

I was astounded by how the heartthrob used his misfortune as an advantage.