Chapter 21: The Women Were Desperate for Me

As night fell, the four roommates of Dorm 404 wearily returned, like puppets drained of all strength, each collapsing onto their respective beds in unison.

“Ah, this is comfortable~” Chen Xiaobei sighed in contentment, sinking deeply into the mattress.

“Nothing beats being in bed,” Zhang Bailan agreed, too lazy even to move a finger.

After lying still for a while, Yang Shuang couldn’t suppress the doubt in his heart. He turned to the side and asked, “Old Wang, do you think me flattering the counselor today will make our classmates look down on me?”

Unease tinged his voice—after all, the class president position would ultimately be decided by the votes of their peers.

“I think you went a bit too far,” Zhang Bailan propped up his head and interjected. “That watermelon this afternoon—if Shuangzi had said he bought it himself, the classmates would definitely think more highly of him. But now, all the credit goes to the counselor.”

Wang Can chuckled softly, “You guys are just like Shen Hongge and Guo Wanwan. Just because Zheng Jun said ‘vote to elect the class president,’ you actually think this position serves the class?”

He paused, then said, “Please use your brain—the one that got you into a 211 university—and think carefully: who exactly does this position serve?”

Seeing their confused expressions, Wang Can sighed helplessly. “Let me put it this way: when it comes to electing the class president, imagine Zheng Jun as the emperor.”

Yang Shuang’s eyes lit up, and he quickly answered, “Then the class president is the chancellor?”

“Nope, he’s the eunuch in charge of the Imperial Household Department.”

Yang Shuang: ಠ_ಠ

But on second thought, though this metaphor was irritating, it was surprisingly apt.

The Imperial Household Department’s role was to assist the emperor by handling administrative affairs and drafting imperial edicts—just like the class president’s role in assisting the counselor with class matters.

With this realization, Yang Shuang felt enlightened and his admiration for Wang Can grew a little more.

“Enough, enough, no more boring talk,” Chen Xiaobei waved impatiently, showing no interest in the topic of the class president.

“We’re already in college; why waste our youth talking about serious stuff? Tell me, did you guys see any pretty girls today?”

“I think Chen Qianqian from our class is pretty good,” Yang Shuang suddenly sat upright on the bed, gesturing with his hands across his chest. “Even in military training uniforms, you can’t hide it—she’s definitely a good girl.”

“Oh ho!” Chen Xiaobei stared at Yang Shuang like he’d discovered a new world. “Never thought you, who always act so proper, are actually so secretly wild.”

“We’re adults now; a little wildness is normal,” Yang Shuang smirked slyly.

“Damn, why didn’t you say so earlier? This way, our conversation would be way more fun.”

Chen Xiaobei immediately perked up, his eyes sparkling as he said, “Today I saw a total knockout in the Economics and Management Class One—such a figure, those long legs—definitely not worse than Guo Wanwan from our class.”

Though Guo Wanwan had a bit of an arrogant personality, she had reason to be proud and was currently the belle of Economics and Management Class Two.

“Then what are you waiting for? Why not get her contact info during break tonight?” Wang Can raised an eyebrow.

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“Huh?” Chen Xiaobei was momentarily speechless; he hadn’t even considered approaching anyone first.

What he said before about “the girls always chasing me first” wasn’t a lie.

“Didn’t I show you how in the cafeteria?” Wang Can said.

“Damn! That was your cousin!” Chen Xiaobei recalled with frustration—he ended up treating Wang Can to breakfast for nothing.

“The tactics are all the same. Shenhai University isn’t your high school; it’s full of second-generation rich kids,” Wang Can said earnestly, like an experienced player in the game of love. “Dogbei, if you keep using your high school tricks to pick up girls here, you probably won’t catch any high-quality ones.”

Yang Shuang nodded repeatedly beside him. “Old Wang’s right. I overheard the instructor chatting today—there’s a guy in Economics and Management Class One who gave the instructor two packs of Zhonghua cigarettes at lunch. This afternoon, when our class was handing out watermelon and ice cream, that guy copied him and bought all three kinds for himself.”

“Also a rich second-generation? Looks like I have competition,” Chen Xiaobei seemed to feel a surge of fighting spirit.

“Can, you gave watermelon to all the girls in the class today; did you notice anything special?” Yang Shuang asked.

This afternoon, as soon as Chen Xiaobei brought the watermelon, Wang Can had taken it upon himself to distribute it to the girls.

“Nothing special, just average,” Wang Can replied.

“Tch, boring,” Chen Xiaobei pouted, flopping back onto the bed in disappointment.

“By the way, Bailan, what are you doing? Why aren’t you joining the dorm group activities?”

Yang Shuang, already elected dorm leader, was displeased with a roommate lacking a sense of collective honor.

Caught off guard, Zhang Bailan hastily turned off his phone screen. “I-I was just looking up some information…”

“What website? Share it with us.”

“Not what you’re thinking!”

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Before long, Yang Shuang was called by Counselor Zheng Jun to help check the dormitories. He left the room in high spirits, ending the dorm’s playful banter.

Chen Xiaobei seemed still bitter about his loss on Shake It last night and was now engrossed in his phone, clicking away.

Wang Can borrowed his MacBook to look up some information.

After a while, he picked up his knockoff Android phone and skillfully opened WeChat.

He found new messages from Xia Kewei, Qiao Huayang, and Qi Xia.

Wang Can tapped the screen and opened Xia Kewei’s chat first.

There was only a brief message: “Both companies have been registered.”

Wang Can quickly typed: “I’m deeply grateful beyond words; the only way to repay is to offer myself.”

After sending, he stared at the screen for a moment. Seeing no reply from Xia Kewei, he switched to Qi Xia’s chat window.

Qi Xia: “Junior, how’s university life these days?”

Wang Can: “Not bad. The mentor is responsible, the roommates are friendly, except…”

Xia seemed to be looking at her phone at the same time, replying almost instantly: “Except what? Tell me, maybe senior can help solve it.”

Wang Can chuckled, “You fell into my trap.”

“Except I can’t see senior and miss her a bit.”

Qi Xia’s reply came a few seconds later.

“That’s easy to fix. Tell me your military training location, and I’ll come see you when I have time.”

Wang Can promptly gave the exact location of the training site and quickly added, “Don’t forget to bring your sister.”

Qi Xia: “Bold pervert, trying to win over both sisters, huh?”

Wang Can: “Damn, you caught me.”

Qi Xia: “Prepare to suffer.”

Wang Can could almost see Qi Xia’s pouty face through the screen.

It was fun to banter with this lively senior.

Next, he opened Qiao Huayang’s chat and found a bizarre question.

“If I got sick and needed 19.99 million, and you happened to have 20 million, what would you do?”

Without hesitation, Wang Can replied, “I’d throw you a big party.”

The chat instantly popped up with “Damn,” followed by Qiao rambling about how boring military training was and saying he’d come visit after it ended.

Wang Can half-heartedly responded with a few “uh-huhs,” then noticed another message from Xia Kewei, immediately ending the chat with Qiao.

He had expected a blunt “go away” but was surprised to see a line appear on the screen:

“This is what you said—come to my house this weekend.”

“Something fishy is going on.”

Knowing Xia Kewei as he did, there was no way she would voluntarily ‘offer herself’ to her boss.

“Heh, trying to trick me?”

Wang Can sneered and began typing with the nine-key keypad.

“Okay, can I wear black stockings?”

Xia Kewei sent an emoji of a small bloody knife.

Heh, these women are all desperate for me.