Chapter 71

Driving to the academy, Jin Xiantai, as usual, picked up his neighbor, Demi. The little girl's bicycle was clearly not fixed, so she had to ride with Jin Xiantai for the time being.

But Jin Xiantai didn't know that Demi's bicycle had been fixed by her father last night. The reason she didn't ride it was to get a ride from Jin Xiantai.

Hehe, sometimes girls can be quite crafty.

On the way, Jin Xiantai and Demi chatted and laughed, and in just over ten minutes, they arrived at the school gate. At the gate, Demi got out of the car and made another appointment with Jin Xiantai to wait for him after school. After getting the answer she wanted from Jin Xiantai, the girl left happily.

After Demi left, Jin Xiantai parked his pickup truck in the school parking lot, locked the car, and then walked leisurely toward the school gate.

"Hey! Big Bird!"

Just as he reached the school gate, a greeting made Jin Xiantai feel depressed.

Come on, the nickname was just made up yesterday, how could someone already be calling him that today?

The one greeting Jin Xiantai was a boy he didn't know, but the question was, how did this guy know his nickname?

Jin Xiantai was puzzled.

"Good morning, Big Bird, have a nice day."

Another unfamiliar boy passed by, smiling at Jin Xiantai and greeting him.

Jin Xiantai could only respond with a bitter smile.

"Oh, good morning, and I hope you have a nice day too."

"Hehe, that's him, he's the boy from Class A," a few girls whispered to each other, holding each other's arms. As they passed Jin Xiantai, they all lowered their heads, blushing, and occasionally stole glances at him, then quickly looked away.

Even after the girls walked away, Jin Xiantai could still see them occasionally looking back at him, then quickly huddling together to talk about something.

What's going on?

Even the experienced Jin Xiantai couldn't remain calm in this situation.

"Hey, William, good morning."

Just as Jin Xiantai was about to enter the campus, feeling both amused and frustrated, someone gently patted his back, and a clear girl's voice greeted him.

Jin Xiantai turned around and saw it was his classmate, Yang Weiwei, a Chinese exchange student.

The girl was wearing dark blue jeans, canvas shoes, a red and blue checkered shirt, and a backpack slung over her shoulder. She was looking up at him with a smile.

Yang Weiwei had long, black, shiny hair, which she had tied into a ponytail, playfully swaying behind her.

"Good morning."

Jin Xiantai swept away his depression and greeted Yang Weiwei with a smile.

"Wow! You're so tall, I have to look up at you."

The petite Yang Weiwei, who was only 1.60 meters tall, indeed had to look up at Jin Xiantai. It was no wonder she was surprised.

After all, Jin Xiantai was now at least 1.88 or 1.89 meters tall, and he might even surpass 1.9 meters as he grew older.

"Ha ha."

Jin Xiantai laughed but didn't respond to the 'little countryman' comment.

Yang Weiwei then asked, "What are you doing standing here? Why aren't you going into the school?"

Yang Weiwei had seen Jin Xiantai from a distance and noticed that he had suddenly stopped walking toward the school gate.

She found it very strange, so she ran a few steps to catch up and greeted him.

"Nothing, I just feel a bit strange today."

Jin Xiantai showed a helpless expression and said to Yang Weiwei with a bitter smile.

"Strange? What's strange? I don't see anything unusual," Yang Weiwei looked around but didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. It was just like any other day.

Now, the school gate was bustling with students, and there was nothing wrong.

"Alright, you don't understand."

Seeing Yang Weiwei's curious and puzzled face, Jin Xiantai smiled bitterly and stopped her from looking around.

"Tsk, making it so mysterious. Is it because of the video Omar posted on Twitter that you feel this way?"

Unexpectedly, Yang Weiwei's eyes twinkled, and she figured out the reason for Jin Xiantai's feeling, so she looked up at him with a smile and said.

Video?

What video?

And it was posted on Twitter?

"What's going on?"

Jin Xiantai felt a sense of unease, especially since it involved Omar, the joker.

At that moment, a few junior high school boys passed by. One of them, a chubby white boy, saw Jin Xiantai and immediately exaggeratedly pointed at him, shouting to his companions.

"It's him! It's him! He's the guy with the big bird in the video. Oh my God, I can't believe that guy has such a big one...," the chubby white boy rambled on.

Then, he and his companions ran over, each taking out a notebook or a card and a pen.

"Give me an autograph, I heard that as long as I have your signature, I can have a big bird too!"

What the heck! What the heck!

This is all nonsense!

Jin Xiantai's mood was indescribable.

If this were a manga, his forehead would be filled with countless black lines.

Considering what Yang Weiwei said about Twitter and the video, and the antics of these junior high school boys, Jin Xiantai could easily deduce what had happened.

It must be Omar, who secretly recorded a video in the changing room yesterday and shamelessly posted it on Twitter to attract followers, resulting in this situation.

Omar!

You joker, I'll get you!

Jin Xiantai was extremely conflicted, but seeing the excited and eager faces of the boys in front of him, he couldn't bring himself to refuse.

So, Jin Xiantai reluctantly took their pens and signed their names.

"Rumors are not to be trusted. The size varies from person to person, so don't believe these things."

As an 'adult,' Jin Xiantai patiently told the boys not to believe in superstitions while signing their names.

Yang Weiwei was laughing so hard she was bent over, finding the scene very entertaining.

It seems I'm a 'celebrity' now, and people actually want my autograph.

While signing, Jin Xiantai had to use a very 'A-Q' mindset to hypnotize and comfort himself, just to make himself feel better.

"The Voodoo Master Omar is a descendant of the Voodoo religion. His words are very accurate, and we all believe him. He said that if we get your signature, we can have a big one like you. We even paid him 10 dollars on Twitter to get this prophecy."

The chubby white boy, who had been exaggerating his gestures and expressions, suddenly revealed some information, making Jin Xiantai almost burst out laughing.

Pfft!

Come on!

Omar has a religion?

And he boasts about being a descendant, tricking junior high school students into paying him 10 dollars for a nonsense prophecy?

"Don't be surprised. American kids are very innocent, much more so than their peers in China. So it's not surprising that they were tricked by Omar," Yang Weiwei explained to Jin Xiantai with a laugh.

The few boys who got Jin Xiantai's signature left excitedly, as if their future 'little birds' would really become as big as Jin Xiantai's.

Looking at the backs of the excited boys, Jin Xiantai's eyes were filled with complex emotions.

"What's going on?"

Jin Xiantai turned to Yang Weiwei, really wanting to know what was happening.

Yang Weiwei covered her mouth with her hand and said to Jin Xiantai with a smile, "Just check Twitter yourself, you don't need me to explain."

"Hey! Handsome, I'm Monica. Here's my phone number. Give me a call when you have time. I'm in 12th grade," a辣妹 (spicy girl) walked over, slipped a piece of paper with her phone number into Jin Xiantai's pocket, gave him a flirtatious look, and a flying kiss, then turned and walked away, swaying her hips toward her friends.

The girl had a great figure, a Latina, and when she reached her friends, they immediately let out strange 'oh oh oh' sounds.

Am I some rare animal?

Damn!

Well, Jin Xiantai had to admit, even if he didn't want to, he was really famous now.

But this kind of fame was not what he wanted.

"Ha ha," Yang Weiwei's expression was strange, "Looks like you're going to have a good night. That senior has a great figure, at least 36D, I estimate."

"Go away, you're bringing up the wrong topic. I'm not that kind of person!"

Jin Xiantai found that his 'little countryman' also had a bit of a joker's nature.

Yang Weiwei glanced at Jin Xiantai, "Don't act so pure, it's disgusting. I don't believe you're not secretly happy."

Clearly, Yang Weiwei didn't believe Jin Xiantai's reaction at all.

"Let's go, don't stand at the school gate. Who knows what else might happen," Jin Xiantai couldn't explain, so he urged Yang Weiwei to quickly enter the school.

Damn, Jin Xiantai felt like he was a rare animal now.

Perhaps because of her studies in the United States, Yang Weiwei had become much more outgoing, completely losing the reserved and shy nature of Chinese girls.

As they walked side by side into the school gate, heading toward the high school building, Yang Weiwei suddenly turned to him with a gossiping look, "You really have no interest? That senior has a great figure, even I, as a girl, am attracted. Could it be that you're 'gay' and like boys?"

Your whole family is 'gay'!

When Jin Xiantai heard this, a small, distorted version of himself appeared in his mind, with a face full of inner turmoil...

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