The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits
Chapter 298 - 302 Boasting Through the Roof (3)

Chapter 298: Chapter 302 Boasting Through the Roof (3)

Cui Jian always flattered Xin Yue in the dormitory, and when he heard him speak like that, he immediately echoed, "Right, just now he was still full of shit, saying that he could afford a car, a house, and everything..."

"Wang Xiaochuan, you probably have no idea about the price of homes in Shanghai, they’re nearly tens of thousands per square meter now. I bet even if you sold your kidney, you couldn’t afford a bathroom."

Wu Yifan said, "From now on, let’s call him Bullshit King. Zihan is just too naive, she believes anything someone tells her."

He ingratiatingly said to Xin Yue, "Xin Yue, since you and Zihan are neighbors, you must keep a good eye on her and don’t let her get scammed so easily."

Wang Xiaochuan’s fists were clenched tight. He really wanted to throw caution to the wind and smash them onto the heads of the people in front of him, but the last bit of reason left in him told him he couldn’t do that.

Xin Yue had a complicated background, and he feared that before his fist could even reach him, Xin Yue would kick him out of the university.

It hadn’t been easy for him to get to this university.

No one knew that after receiving his acceptance letter, he had to grovel and trample his own dignity just to scrape together the tuition fee for university.

His father, Wang Zhiguo, had said, "Why bother studying so much? No matter how much you read, you’re still the son of a street vendor."

"And you’re talking about repaying the money your old man spent on you... You’d do well just to support yourself, let alone talk big."

His aunt said, "Stop blowing smoke, do you think you’ll be able to pay back the money you’re borrowing from me after you graduate from university?"

"I’ve got you all figured out now, a rat’s kid knows how to dig holes... You’ve always been full of big talk since you were a kid. Be practical, find a job, at least you’d be able to support yourself and your dad."

His other aunt also mocked him as she looked at his kneeling knees, "You didn’t actually believe that shameless mother of yours, did you? Believing that she went out to earn big money for you?"

"As a child, I heard you boasting to classmates that your mom would send you Transformers toys... Now why don’t you contact that rich mother of yours..."

"We certainly don’t have any money to lend you."

Although, in the end, his two aunts still cobbled together a few thousand yuan in tuition for him, they also made a game out of it, amusingly making him give them a verbal promise that he would buy them houses and cars in the future.

Then everyone burst out laughing, no one really expecting the nephew to keep his word, just making a joke out of it.

Nobody thought about the deep shadow it cast over his heart.

When he was younger, in middle and high school, in his vanity, or perhaps not wanting his classmates to look down on him, he made a lot of tall claims.

Eventually, his lies were exposed by everyone.

Everyone said he was a big talker, he, he just didn’t want to be too far apart from everyone...

They had mothers, cool Gundam toys, fancy lunchboxes... They talked about TV shows, Hong Kong celebrities.

He just wanted to pretend he had it all, too.

Later, he realized his mistake, but the nickname Bullshit King had followed him from elementary school to middle school, and from middle school to high school...

And to think that in university, he still couldn’t shake it off.

Why is the world so unfair?

Xin Yue watched Wang Xiaochuan being ganged up on by several people, his face red and neck thick with anger, fists clenched, but he kept his head down and endured silently.

Xin Yue, who had intended to deliberately infuriate him, suddenly felt it was all so dull.

Was a grown man really so devoid of self-respect?

Xin Yue waved his hand dismissively, "Forget it, let’s not talk about him anymore. He’s like a pig that’s not afraid of hot water. He’s been called Bullshit King for so many years now, he’s probably used to it."

"Come on, I’ll treat you guys to Starbucks..."

Xin Yue had his arm around Cui Jian’s neck and the other draped over Wu Yifan’s back; he took a few steps and then, as if he’d remembered something, he turned back to Wang Xiaochuan and said, "Xiao Chuan, I won’t invite you for a drink. Chances are you’ve had better coffee somewhere else...."

"Your classmates have said it, your rich philanthropist mother wouldn’t think much of Starbucks... It might not suit your style."

Xin Yue’s words left behind in the dormitory made Wang Xiaochuan so embarrassed that he wished he could find a hole to crawl into.

Those words were what he had said back in the first year of junior high, when people mocked him for not having a mother.

He had lied that his mother had gone abroad to make money, that she was a loving person who donated all her earnings to help kids in greater need, which was why she had not yet returned; she hadn’t earned enough money yet.

Xin Yue seemed to have done his homework; he knew thoroughly about the embarrassing past that Wang Xiaochuan had almost forgotten himself.

Actually, when they first entered college, Wang Xiaochuan got along pretty well with the other people in the dorm.

Although Xin Yue was a second-generation rich kid, he didn’t act superior or annoyingly arrogant.

But after Zihan expressed her clear affection towards Wang Xiaochuan, he noticed that Xin Yue’s attitude towards him changed.

Wang Xiaochuan was suddenly regretting it, wondering if he should have accepted Zihan’s feelings, given his current situation.

But... Wang Xiaochuan wavered again soon after.

Zihan was the most wonderful person he had encountered since he was five years old.

She was the only one who cared if he was well fed and warmly dressed.

She didn’t care that he came from a poor family, and she was willing to eat steamed buns dipped in water with him.

He thought he had met an angel.

Forgive his selfishness, but he really didn’t want to give up that little bit of warmth that was left.

Sometimes, he couldn’t help but blurt out promises that didn’t fit with his current circumstances, but Zihan would just smile and then encourage him.

"I believe you can do it."

That was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.

Wang Xiaochuan didn’t know about the relationship between his roommate Xin Yue and Zihan.

But now, seeing Xin Yue’s obvious targeting and considering the gap between them, Wang Xiaochuan knew that there was an insurmountable gulf between the two.

Zihan, the most adorable girl in the world, deserved to be cherished in someone’s arms, spared from hunger and hardship.

Wang Xiaochuan sat there, hunched over, feeling an increasingly bitter taste in his mouth and heart.

But reality didn’t even give him the time to taste the bitterness; glancing at his digital watch, he had only half an hour before his part-time job started.

Unable to sort out his feelings, Wang Xiaochuan grabbed his cloth bag and headed out.

After leaving the home of the private tutoring client, his rumbling, hungry stomach reminded him that it was already past nine in the evening, and he hadn’t eaten dinner.

He walked, and then his steps gradually slowed down....

A girl with a warm smile, both soft and silly, stood under the street lamp of the residential area holding a thermal food container.

Wang Xiaochuan quickened his pace, a mix of happiness and heartache as he approached the girl and pulled her into his embrace.