I'm Actually Kind of a Bad Person

At his words, the corners of Yu An's mouth, which he had been unable to suppress no matter what, froze stiffly.

"Who did you say?"

"This one! Senior He Li'an!"

Song Yuechi pointed at the muscular hunk on the phone case. "This looks exactly like the photo someone secretly took of Senior He at the swimming pool before! People went crazy fighting over this phone case back then. The most expensive one sold for five hundred thousand! And I got one for a hundred thousand—you're such a good person!"

Such a good person.

It was the first time anyone had praised him like that.

Yu An felt a little shy. "I'm actually kind of a bad person."

He had actually made this phone case himself.

He hand-drew the muscular hunk design, sent it to a manufacturer for mass production, and sold them for 9.9 each on an online shopping platform, still making three yuan in profit per case.

The one in his hand, however, was a sample he had made himself.

Though it was exquisite, its cost had been less than ten yuan.

The scene fell silent for three seconds.

Song Yuechi gave a dry laugh and waved it off. "Don't be so modest."

Song Yuechi's other lackeys crowded over as well and asked expectantly, "Do you have any more? We want them too."

Yu An boldly and shamelessly asked, "Still a hundred thousand each?"

They answered in unison, "Sure!"

"As many as you want." Yu An's lips curled up again, impossible to press down no matter what.

Everyone was delighted. They even paid Yu An deposits in advance and kindly helped him to the classroom for class.

Yu An was delighted too.

They looked a little dumb, but they were all very generous.

There really were more good people in this world.

Only after arriving at the classroom did Yu An learn that Song Yuechi was his classmate.

Remembering how aggressively Song Yuechi and his lackeys had appeared at first, he asked, "What did you want from me in the beginning?"

Song Yuechi slapped his thigh. "I almost forgot the important part! You're the first man in the whole school Senior He has ever carried in his arms, so I'm inviting you to be the vice president of the Happy Club!"

"What's the Happy Club?"

"You can think of it as Senior He's fan club. I came up with the name myself. Nice, right?"

"It doesn't sound very auspicious."

"..." Song Yuechi ignored that outright and revealed a grin like a wicked old wolf. "Come on. Log into your forum account and join our Happy Club."

Yu An shook his head. "It sounds weird. I don't want to."

Song Yuechi shook the newly replaced phone case. "Our Happy Club has 8,693 members, and half of them want the same phone case..."

"I'll join you!" Yu An sat up straight, his gaze as resolute as if he were about to join the Party.

The Happy Club had its own dedicated section on the campus forum.

After Song Yuechi set up Yu An's permissions, Yu An wandered around the forum.

There was a pinned poll on the homepage: The most suitable partner in your heart...

Yu An clicked into it.

First place: He Li'an

Second place: Sheng Xize

Third place: Qin Muqiu

The moment his eyes swept over the top three, his attention was caught by Sheng Xize in second place.

One of the two people arguing had been named Sheng Xize.

"Roll call is starting."

The teacher walked in from outside.

Song Yuechi poked Yu An, reminding him to stop looking at his phone.

Yu An put his phone away and attended class seriously.

He Li'an studied finance, so the classes Yu An attended were finance classes too.

He had taught himself some financial knowledge when he was bored before. Later, he had made a few investments and earned quite a bit of money, so he could understand everything perfectly.

Thinking of that, he could not help feeling a little sad.

He had painstakingly saved enough money to lie flat for the rest of his life, only to transmigrate into a novel the moment he went outside.

Although his phone had come with him, along with his account and personal information, none of the money had followed.

He hated it so much!

Yu An finished his morning classes in simmering resentment.

At noon, Yu An found a map of the school on the campus forum and, following He Li'an's directions, located a light-meal restaurant.

He used He Li'an's card and ordered a beef set meal.

The beef was fresh and tender without the slightest gamey taste. It was delicious, though a little worse than the food at He Li'an's home.

As he ate, he scrolled through the messages Song Yuechi had sent him.

After class, they had added each other on social media.

Yu An impatiently skimmed through them, until his gaze stopped on a photograph.

The man had probably just climbed out of the pool. His well-defined upper body was bare, and he was using a towel to dry his hair. The strands hanging over his forehead and his handsome brows and eyes were all lowered. Droplets of water ran intermittently from his cheeks, along his jaw, over his Adam's apple and muscular chest, all the way down.

Yu An's eyes widened as he unconsciously used his finger to enlarge the photo.

What a beautiful, powerful body.

He looked much stronger than when he was dressed, too.

It was exactly the same as the muscular hunk on that phone case.

Calling him a muscular hunk was not quite accurate. He was not exaggeratedly muscular; his lines were simply too perfectly beautiful, giving off an intense visual impact.

"Cough!"

A light cough came from behind him. Annoyed at being disturbed, Yu An frowned and continued enlarging the photo for a closer look.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

Who was it? So annoying!

Yu An turned around unhappily. The sharpness in his eyes caused by anger immediately softened. "Senior."

"Mm." Perhaps because he had coughed too hard just now, He Li'an's gentle, handsome face was slightly red.

He sat down opposite Yu An, his gaze drifting toward Yu An's phone. "How's the food? Does it suit your taste?"

Yu An nodded.

He Li'an looked as though he had come specifically to find him.

Yu An thought He Li'an had something to say, so he stared at him without blinking and waited for him to speak.

But He Li'an looked away, as if he did not dare meet his eyes. "That's good."

Yu An puzzledly stuffed a piece of beef into his mouth and picked up his phone again.

He suddenly remembered the unusual reactions He Li'an and Zhu Wen had had when they saw his phone case at He Li'an's house a few days ago.

Yu An finally understood what had been wrong.

They thought his phone case was He Li'an!

So Zhu Wen's change in attitude toward him was because Zhu Wen thought he liked He Li'an...

Everything made sense now!

Here, Yu An had to rely on He Li'an for everything, and He Li'an was a very good person too. He did not want there to be any misunderstanding between them.

So, he decided to explain things clearly to He Li'an.

"My phone case..."

"It's fine!"

The moment Yu An opened his mouth, He Li'an interrupted him.

His face turned even redder than before. "I know you all... don't mean any harm, so it's fine."

During that pause, he had replaced "like me" with "don't mean any harm," making himself seem modest and gracious.

Yu An suddenly felt that, in this flamboyant novel prequel, the fact that everyone liked He Li'an was the most logical thing of all.

Yu An felt something soften in his heart. "I was looking at your photo just now. I thought it looked especially good."

A server brought over a glass of water and asked He Li'an whether he wanted to order. He Li'an was drinking water at the time, and at Yu An's words, he suddenly choked and began coughing uncontrollably. "—Cough, cough, cough."