As he spoke, the boy pulled out his overnight internet café pass and said to the new students, "Come on, I'll show you something."
He led the new students into the internet café and played them footage of Chi Ning competing in an amateur snooker open.
Smooth, elegant, with clear shot selection and properly fashionable clothes. Worse still, being outstanding was one thing, but his face was that good-looking too.
Seeing the students from other provinces staring in stunned disbelief, the No. 1 High School alumnus rubbed his nose with pride. This is nothing yet.
Chi Ning's legend was enough to fill a whole radio program. Get a host, add some BGM, and they could talk about him for three hours without running out of material.
But...
"Chi Ning is amazing, sure, but he does have one tiny, adorable flaw." The boy pinched his thumbnail, indicating the tiniest tip of it.
"What flaw?"
"Other than his rather niche sexual orientation, what else about him could even count as a minor flaw?"
The No. 1 High School alumnus looked like he wanted to say something but held back. "We're all from the School of Biochemistry. I'd rather not spell it out too clearly. You'll understand when you run into him."
University was a magical place.
Some people still couldn't recognize all their classmates—or even all the people in their department—by the time they graduated.
Meanwhile, some social butterflies could accurately name every single person in their year.
Chi Ning clearly wasn't the latter.
After the professor of Pharmaceutical Analysis appointed him class representative, he was utterly impartial when taking attendance before class.
Before long, everyone learned what Chi Ning's little flaw actually was.
He wasn't easy to talk to, wasn't very good at talking, and didn't particularly like dealing with people.