Holy crap That's my wife

The nights in October were beginning to carry a hint of chill.

Outside the window, the autumn wind howled through the darkness, stirring the withered leaves on the branches into a lonely, rustling chorus.

Lin Yu sat shirtless at his computer desk.

His left hand gripped the mouse, while his right held the cigarette he had only smoked halfway. Squinting at the screen, he waited for the moment when he could choose his champion.

The dorm room was thick with smoke. The smell of cigarettes mingled with the various aromas of instant noodles, along with a sour tang reminiscent of fermentation.

“Who the hell ate pickled cabbage noodles?”

A man sitting with his back to Lin Yu shouted loudly.

“Pour me a mouthful of the soup!”

“That’s the good stuff!”

“Brothers!”

Little Fatty took off his shirt. With a build that put most girls to shame, he looked like a great general delivering a speech before battle as he declared passionately, “We have to push our rating past 2,300 today.”

“I checked.”

“The scores between tenth and seventh place are only a little over 2,200.”

“As long as we can break 2,300, our spot in the city tournament is guaranteed!”

“We have to make it!”

“We have to make it!”

The people in the dorm echoed him like a squad of eager underlings.

With a cigarette dangling from his lips and his head tilted slightly to one side, Lin Yu stared through the rising smoke. A hard-to-read, icy gleam shone from his narrowed eyes, making him look like a taciturn, aloof master in the style of Ye Gucheng.

“Lin Yu, hurry up and pull out your Nautilus this game.”

“Your enchanter support is way too useless!”

One sentence from Little Fatty was enough to bring Lin Yu back to reality.

Among the six people in the dorm, Lin Yu was the weakest player of them all.

Top lane, jungle, mid, ADC—

He could never get any of the four important positions. The only role he could somewhat handle was support Nautilus, whose hook was both steady and accurate.

Of course, if that accuracy were applied to other champions, such as Thresh or Blitzcrank, it would take a considerable discount…

“Whoosh, whoosh…”

The chaotic footsteps and excited shouting outside suddenly burst into full bloom, like flowers opening all at once.

It sounded as though something incredible had happened outside.

Perhaps their counselor had suddenly sent them a message saying that, due to circumstances beyond their control, they were getting an entire week off.

“Bang!”

The door to Lin Yu’s dormitory was suddenly shoved open by a guy from the neighboring room whom they knew fairly well.

He jogged all the way to the balcony, then stood at its edge and peered outside.

“What happened? What happened?” Little Fatty asked curiously.

“Holy crap!”

“I heard someone at our school got a girl from A University pregnant, and now she’s come here to demand an explanation.”

“She’s right downstairs!”

“Holy crap!”

“Holy crap!”

“Holy crap!”

The dorm room erupted in an endless chorus of exclamations.

When faced with gossip this explosive, who cared about the city tournament? They had to get downstairs and enjoy the spectacle first!

All six of them rushed to the rooftop together, gripping the railing as they looked down.

Lin Yu’s room was farther away from the rooftop.

By the time he made it there, the rooftop was almost completely packed with people.

After struggling through the crowd, Lin Yu finally squeezed out a spot and craned his neck to look down.

His gaze quickly landed on the girl downstairs who had supposedly come to demand justice.

But the moment he caught sight of her figure, Lin Yu froze on the spot as if he had been struck by a petrification spell.

“Holy crap!”

“She’s gorgeous!”

Little Fatty stared at the girl below and let out a heartfelt exclamation that was difficult to tell apart from either envy, jealousy, or pure admiration.

Because of their angle, the seven of them could not get a good look at the girl’s entire face.

But some things did not require a clear view for one to reach a conclusion.

The girl standing outside the dormitory wore a plain white cotton dress and stood at the boundary between light and darkness.

The howling cold wind swept past her, pressing the soft fabric tightly against her slender, delicate body and outlining the faint, hazy curves unique to a young woman.

The dormitory entrance’s cool-toned lights spilled across her luminous skin, while the wind brushed through her jet-black hair.

In the bitterly cold night, the girl seemed to feel the chill.

She wrapped one hand around the opposite arm and hunched her shoulders as though trying to embrace herself.

That only added another perfect layer to the fragile, slender girl’s aura of helplessness and vulnerability, making her seem as though she desperately needed protection.

That skin, that figure, that presence!

Even if the girl’s looks had been merely ordinary, there would still have been a long line of men at the school pursuing her.

And her appearance was anything but ordinary. Even beneath the dim light, her small, delicate face and her three-dimensional, gentle features were impossible to conceal.

What kind of animal had done this?

How could anyone find a girlfriend like that and not hold her in his arms every night?

And he had supposedly gotten her pregnant?

What a bastard!

What a complete bastard!

“Holy crap!”

“She’s really beautiful!”

Unable to tear his eyes away from the girl’s slender figure—less than half his own weight—Little Fatty sighed again.

“Holy crap!”

“She’s a beauty!”

The bespectacled guy beside Little Fatty joined in.

“Holy crap!”

“She’s a stunning beauty!”

The roommate beside the bespectacled guy followed up, as though they were playing a game of four-character idiom chain.

When something like this happened among a group of male students, it was one thing if only one or two people chimed in. But once three people had joined the conversation, the idle chatter somehow seemed to transform into some kind of sacred and glorious mission.

Everyone present began rubbing their fists and flexing their fingers, eager to participate.

“Holy crap!”

“She’s a bona fide campus belle!”

The guy from the neighboring dorm beside the bespectacled student continued.

“Holy crap!”

“She’s a goddess!”

The skinny guy who had just asked for some of the pickled-cabbage noodle soup added his contribution.

“Holy crap!”

“A celebrity-level beauty…”

“…”

One after another, they traded lines like poets reciting verses in a coordinated performance.

At last, the final line fell to Lin Yu, who was standing at the edge of the rooftop. He could not help raising a hand to cover his face as he said,

“Holy crap!”

“My wife!”

????????

Six heads instantly filled with question marks as everyone turned around in unison, wanting to see which shameless bastard had decided to call her his wife.

When they saw that it was Lin Yu—the blond-haired one—they had not even had time to roll their eyes and mock him before a bone-chilling, low voice sounded from behind them.

“Is Lin Yu in this dormitory?!”

Lin Yu shrank his neck.

He turned around and met the counselor’s eyes, which seemed ready to spew flames like a dragon’s. He nervously hunched his shoulders and gave an awkward smile.

“Y-yes. That’s me.”

“Come downstairs with me.”

The counselor, a man in his thirties, wore a face so dark it looked as though water might drip from it.

Lin Yu followed him downstairs with his head lowered.

A moment later, as the six people on the balcony stared in disbelief, Lin Yu walked out of the dormitory building and stopped in front of the girl.

Then he extended his guilty, pig-like hand and took hers.