On the plane.
The man in the next seat jabbered away on the phone, making it impossible for Nan Zhou, who had stayed up all night rushing an assignment, to sleep.
Only a second before takeoff, after another reminder from a flight attendant, did he finally hang up.
With quiet restored, Nan Zhou relaxed and was just about to drift off when someone nudged his arm.
"No meal, no alcohol or drinks, nothing at all, thank you."
Even after that, the other person persisted.
Left with no choice, Nan Zhou lifted his eye mask.
But instead of a flight attendant, he saw the middle-aged man in a suit who had been on the phone ever since boarding.
The man leaned closer. "You look so familiar."
Nan Zhou: "..."
"Have we met in a dream?" the man asked before he could answer.
"...Oh, yes, yes, yes. Are you planning to pay back the hundred million you owe me in that dream now?" Nan Zhou tried irritably to put his eye mask back on.
But the middle-aged man in the suit paid his words no mind. "Don't close your eyes. Look at me. Look into my eyes."
...What a nutcase!
"Look into my eyes. Aren't they full of you? You can't hide it in your eyes when you like someone. My feelings for you..."
"You can't hide liking one person, but if you like two or more, you'd better hide it well." Nan Zhou impatiently interrupted his cheesy pickup line. "Also, I like handsome men. Keep oinking, you old pig, and I'm calling the police."
The middle-aged man deliberately raised his right hand, displaying the watch worth over a million on his wrist.
Watching him, Nan Zhou silently raised his own right hand and gave him the middle finger.
On the ring