I'm Actually Pretty Immoral

At his words, Yu An's smile, which he had been unable to suppress no matter what, suddenly froze.

"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! Back then, people fought like crazy over these phone cases. The most expensive one sold for five hundred thousand! I can get one for a hundred thousand—you really are such a great guy!"

A great guy.

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

Yu An felt a little shy. "I'm actually pretty immoral."

He had actually made this phone case himself.

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

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

Though it was exquisite, its cost was still under ten yuan.

The scene fell silent for three seconds.

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

Song Yuechi's other lackeys crowded around as well, asking eagerly, "Do you have any more? We want them too."

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

They answered in unison, "Sure!"

"As many as you want." Yu An's lips curled upward again, impossible to suppress no matter how hard he tried.

Everyone was delighted. They even paid Yu An deposits in advance, then 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 were still more good people than bad in this world.

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

Remembering the aggressive way 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 matter! You're the first man in the entire school to have been hugged by Senior He, 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. Nice, right?"

"It doesn't sound very auspicious."

"..." Song Yuechi ignored that outright and revealed a smile like a wolfish old granny's. "Come on, log into your forum account and join our Happy Club."

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

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

"I want to 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: Who do you think is the most suitable partner...

Yu An clicked into it.

First place: He Li'an

Second place: Sheng Xize

Third place: Qin Muqiu

The moment he scanned the top three, his attention was drawn to Sheng Xize in second place.

One of the two people who had been arguing was 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 majored in finance, so Yu An was taking finance classes too.

He had taught himself some finance-related knowledge when he had been bored in the past. Later, he had made a few investments himself and earned quite a lot of money, so he could understand everything perfectly.

Thinking of that, he could not help feeling sad.

He had worked so hard to save 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 transmigrated with him, along with his accounts and personal information, the money had not come with him.

I hate this so much!

Yu An finished his morning classes in simmering resentment.

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

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

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

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

After class, they had added each other's social media accounts.

Yu An skimmed through them impatiently, and his gaze stopped on a photo.

The man seemed to have just climbed out of the pool. His well-defined upper body was bare as he used a towel to dry his hair. The strands hanging over his forehead and his beautiful brows and eyes were all lowered. Water droplets trickled from his cheeks, down his jaw, over his Adam's apple and toned chest, all the way downward.

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

What a beautiful, powerful body.

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

Exactly like the muscular hunk on that phone case.

Calling him a muscular hunk was actually not much of an exaggeration. It was simply that his lines were too perfectly beautiful, creating a powerful visual impact.

"Ahem!"

A light cough came from behind him. Yu An was somewhat annoyed at being disturbed. He frowned and continued enlarging the photo for a closer look.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem—"

Who was it? So annoying!

Yu An turned around unhappily, but the sharpness in his eyes born of 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 across from Yu An, his gaze seemingly casually flicking toward Yu An's phone. "How's the food? Does it suit your taste?"

Yu An nodded.

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

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

Yet He Li'an looked away, as though he did not dare look at him. "That's good."

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

He suddenly remembered He Li'an and Zhu Wen's unusual reactions 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 he thought Yu An 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 also a very good person. 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 began speaking, He Li'an interrupted him.

His face turned even redder than before. "I know you all... mean no harm, so it's fine."

During that pause, he replaced "like me" with "mean no harm," making himself seem humble and gracious.

Yu An suddenly felt that in this over-the-top novel prequel, He Li'an being liked by everyone was the most logical thing of all.

Yu An's heart softened a little. "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, and upon hearing that, he suddenly choked and began coughing nonstop. "—Cough, cough, cough."