At eleven that morning, in Dormitory Room 520 at Jinling University.
The door creaked open, and Jun Wangchen walked in carrying three takeout meals.
After leaving Jinling Central Hospital, Jun Wangchen had returned straight to campus. He had planned to call his roommates downstairs to order a few dishes together, but those three lazy bums had refused to budge, insisting that he bring takeout up to them instead.
Damn it, as a man so handsome he was wanted by the authorities and sentenced to life under the "Handsome Is a Crime Act," how could someone of my refinement deliver takeout to three lazy bums who couldn't even roll over?
What Jun Wangchen had not expected was that, for the sake of a takeout meal, those three lazy bums would shower him with compliments about his looks.
Oh, these three shameless bastards. My good looks are plain for everyone to see. Do I really need you idiots spouting off about them?
Everything happens for a reason. The reason I'm so handsome is that I've been handsome since I was little.
Ah, how hard do I have to work before people stop naming my looks as my greatest strength?
Given their admirable sincerity, and his own willingness to share his handsomeness with the world, Jun Wangchen had ultimately granted their wish and brought them takeout so that even more people could learn how handsome he was.
Reader (Shen Wenhua): One day, I went to a fortune-teller to resolve the doubts in my heart. He poured a bucket of gasoline over me, struck a match, and asked what I had learned. I took a deep breath. "If I don't blow... I'll die?!"
"Huh? Where did those three go?" Jun Wangchen looked around the room, but none of his roommates were there.
He called