Chapter 3

"Really, do you think I'm that ugly?" The girl, seeing Wang Chun's serious expression, was taken aback. Clearly, she hadn't realized that her once exquisite makeup was now a mess.

"If you were pretty, would I dare to hit on you?" Wang Chun shrugged, pointing at his security uniform, a self-mocking look on his face.

"Ah... hahaha... let's drink, let's drink..." The girl was initially stunned, then burst into laughter, her body shaking with mirth.

"Drink, drink!"

The two of them drank cup after cup, thoroughly enjoying themselves. The girl found that although the security guard spoke crudely, he was also quite amusing, making her laugh uncontrollably. She didn't even notice how much alcohol she had consumed.

"I started mixing at twelve and became one of the three outstanding young men in City C. If I can't handle a brainless, big-breasted girl like you tonight, wouldn't I be a fraud?"

While continuously pouring drinks for the girl, Wang Chun kept a watchful eye on the private room. Some of the young men and women had already left in pairs.

Finally, it was time to pay the bill.

Wang Chun saw a group of women surrounding the handsome guy, who was stopped by the DJ and the young master to pay the bill. After a few words from Yingzi, the DJ and the young master shook their heads. Yingzi glared fiercely at Wang Chun and then the group escorted the rich second-generation to the bar to pay.

Damn it, no way I'm paying for this chick!

"I'll take you home."

Thinking about the oily, powdered guy spending a fortune, Wang Chun felt a strange sense of satisfaction. Now, he had to take advantage of the time while Yingzi and the others were paying the bill to take this drunk girl away. He hadn't forgotten his boast that he would handle this girl tonight.

"Don't you dare take advantage of me..." The girl, though already drunk and leaning on Wang Chun's shoulder, still retained a woman's caution.

"Do I look like the kind of man who would take advantage of someone in distress?" Wang Chun spoke with righteous indignation, a look of high moral integrity on his face.

"No... no... not really..." The girl opened her eyes and stared at Wang Chun's bearded face. Under the influence of alcohol, his face seemed to exude a sense of righteousness.

"Let's go." Wang Chun put his arm around the girl's slender waist, a fleeting, lecherous smile crossing his face.

"Um..."

The girl, already mesmerized by Wang Chun's righteous expression, leaned weakly on his shoulder and stumbled out of the private room...

...

The sky was bright, and the strong sunlight shone through the window, landing on the girl's flawless, snow-white body.

The girl felt a hand on her full chest and suddenly opened her eyes. She saw Wang Chun's bearded face.

"Ah..." The girl screamed, pulling the thin blanket over herself, exposing Wang Chun's naked body to the sunlight.

"Shut up." Wang Chun opened his eyes, glanced at the girl, and rolled over to sleep. The intense physical activity of the previous night had left him exhausted, and he needed sleep to recover.

"You... you... you raped me... I... I'm going to call the police..." The girl, looking at Wang Chun's naked body, gritted her teeth in anger.

"Rape?!" Wang Chun, as if pricked by a needle, sprang up naked like a spring. "Hey, are you trying to bully me because I'm illiterate and don't understand the law?! I'm going to sue you for raping me! Damn it, you took off your own clothes, and you were the one who was aggressive, not me. Look, you even scratched me all over... No, I'm going to call the police, I'm going to sue you for raping me... Hey... where's my phone... Oh... I remember, it's broken... Where's your phone?"

"..." The girl, seeing Wang Chun rummaging through the room for a phone, was momentarily stunned.

"Hey, is this 110? I want to report a crime... Yes, I want to report a crime. Last night, a girl took advantage of me while I was drunk and raped me... Yes... She was very excited and scratched me... I'm on Park Road..." Wang Chun found the girl's phone and immediately called the police with a righteous tone.

"This is my phone... Sorry, my friend is drunk." The girl suddenly reacted, pulled the blanket off, and stretched out her white arm to snatch the phone from Wang Chun.

"Not reporting anymore?" Wang Chun chuckled lecherously, his eyes fixed on the girl's exposed white body.

"If you touch me, I'll jump out the window!" The girl, her face flushed, glared at Wang Chun and ignored him, using the blanket to cover herself and quietly putting on her clothes.

"It was you who molested me last night." Wang Chun's face again showed his usual lecherous smile.

The girl ignored Wang Chun, put on her clothes, and took out a pack of wet wipes from her bag to tidy herself up in front of the mirror. She didn't speak to Wang Chun the entire time, her face cold.

"By the way, what's your number?" Wang Chun asked casually as the girl walked to the door. He didn't mind having another casual partner to practice with.

"How much do you have in the bank?" The girl, holding the doorknob, didn't answer Wang Chun but asked instead.

"..." Wang Chun was startled, a look of panic on his face. "A few thousand."

"Do you have a car?" Seeing Wang Chun's nervous expression, as if afraid she was going to borrow money, the girl's face showed a hint of disdain.

"No..."

"Do you have a house?"

"No..."

"Do you have any luxury items?"

"No..."

"Have you read Shakespeare and Nietzsche? Have you read 'A History of the World' and 'A Brief History of Time'? Do you know 'One Hundred Years of Solitude'?"

"No..."

"See, no car, no house, only a few thousand dollars, living in a cheap, pigsty-like rental. All your assets combined can't even buy the shoes on my feet. Well, let's be refined, not vulgar. A young man with ideals and ambition isn't ashamed of being poor, but you're not just poor, you're also ignorant. What makes you think you can get my phone number?"

"Yes, I have nothing, but I still got you into my bed." Wang Chun laughed.

"Ha, I knew you'd be smug about it. But the only thing you're good at is getting women drunk and into bed. I hope you keep getting dumped by your girlfriends. Goodbye!"

"Bang!"

The door closed.

"..."

Wang Chun stared at the door, the girl's words piercing his heart like sharp swords. The worst part was that his headache had returned.

"Tell me where you live!" Wang Chun leaped up, rushed to the door naked, and roared at the girl's retreating figure.

"Feeling humiliated, you want to get me back into bed?" The girl turned, a mocking look on her face, as if she could see through Wang Chun's soul.

"You're scared!" Wang Chun laughed.

"Fine, since you're so confident, I'll tell you. My name is Lu Jiao, I'm at Liu University. Ask anyone, and they can find me."

"Lu Jiao, I'll remember that."

"Good, remember it. By the way, don't blame me for not warning you. When you come to find me, make sure to shave. Your only asset now is your face."

"..."

Wang Chun was so angry he wanted to vomit blood but couldn't say a word, watching as Lu Jiao's figure disappeared down the hallway.

A wave of headache washed over him, and he quickly closed the door, leaning against it and taking deep breaths to calm down and ease the pain.

"Wang Chun." Suddenly, a deep voice rang out without warning.

"Who's there?" Wang Chun, startled by the sudden voice, looked around, but the room was empty.

For five whole minutes, the room was silent, not even a pin could be heard. The voice seemed to have never been there.

"Damn, is my headache causing hallucinations now?"

Whether it was traveling back to the Qin Dynasty or returning to his previous life, Wang Chun wouldn't choose his current life, because when his headache flared up, it was worse than death.

Unfortunately, he only had about 50 days left, and Liu University was already on break. Otherwise, with Wang Chun's personality, he would have gone to Liu University to find Lu Jiao and avenge his humiliation.

Wang Chun, lost in thought, ate a bunch of cookies, drank a lot of water, and went to work.

"The goal of a thousand conquests is getting closer..." Before leaving, Wang Chun glanced back at the bed, where a touch of startling red stained the sheet, a lecherous smile on his face.

At 4 PM, the hottest time of the day, the streets were almost empty except for the flow of cars.

With a few minutes left before his shift, Wang Chun slowly walked toward Greek Mythology KTV, passing many shops. As he passed "3D Styling," he habitually glanced inside the glass door.

"Wang Chun." A tall, thin young man waved at him.

The tall, thin young man wore a white short-sleeved shirt, light blue jeans, and light blue casual shoes, looking clean and fresh. He had a very feminine name—Wen Jing.

Wen Jing was the chief stylist at 3D Styling. Although he was from out of town, his skill and elegant demeanor made him highly respected among stylists. His fees were extremely high, and a simple haircut could cost thousands.

Wen Jing had many quirks. Besides his obsession with cleanliness, he was also indifferent to money. Although he held the title of chief stylist, he rarely worked with his hands. He only did so when he needed money. However, the brain-dead women in City C seemed to love this, and the more high-profile he was, the more they clamored for his services. It was said that over 200 ignorant women were waiting for him to do their hair.

Of course, the waiting list was just a gimmick, as Wen Jing worked based on his mood.

"Your phone is out of service." Wen Jing was giving a hairdo to a woman who looked like a mountain of flesh, adorned with gold jewelry.

"It's broken." Wang Chun didn't go in; he hated the smell in hair salons.

"Xiaobao needs to see you."

"Okay." Wang Chun, living the same 60 days repeatedly, knew why Shi Xiaobao needed to see him and didn't bother to ask.

"Let's have a late-night snack together tonight."

"Got it."

Wang Chun had only two friends: Wen Jing, who was from out of town, and Shi Xiaobao.

Shi Xiaobao was a thief, but he never considered himself one. He called himself a gentleman thief, revering Shi Qian as his ancestor. He tried to emulate Shi Qian's style and followed his own code of ethics—steal from the rich, not the poor.

Wang Chun, Wen Jing, and Shi Xiaobao rarely met, as their schedules were different. They only occasionally had a late-night snack together, exchanged tips on picking up girls, and then vented their frustrations before going home to sleep.