Chapter 108: How Dare He?

Amid Zhang Wuyong’s ramblings, Zhao Rong and Jing Lei couldn’t help but exclaim, “Big Fist Brother, you know so much!” “Is this from putting what you learn from classmate Yutong into practice every day?” “Big Fist Brother, you’re really amazing and so knowledgeable!”

Bathed in their admiring gazes and lavish praise, Zhang Wuyong felt a bit elated.

But he quickly restrained himself.

He could no longer be sure whether they truly meant what they said or were just putting on a professional act.

“These clothes are all fantastic!” Jing Lei said, eyeing the bizarre lace lingerie hanging at the far end of the wall.

“Surely a lot of people would like them!” Zhao Rong chimed in.

“Big Fist Brother, can we try them on?” Jing Lei asked.

“Definitely not!” Zhang Wuyong replied. “But don’t worry, each piece is very elastic, so you’ll have no problem wearing them. The quality is good too, but just a little force and they’ll tear easily!”

In the end, each of the two women picked one item and also bought a box of labor protection products.

They pressed close to him, jokingly asking if he wanted to try them on.

They said it was just playful fun among friends and that as long as he was happy, they wouldn’t charge him.

“Big Fist Brother, have you ever tried it with two people?” Zhao Rong giggled.

“Don’t worry, Big Fist Brother, we would never let classmate Yutong know,” Jing Lei said obediently, like a well-behaved student who hadn’t yet graduated from high school.

Zhang Wuyong didn’t want them to keep testing him, so after they paid, he hurriedly sent them off.

He even warned them not to come back again!

He returned to watching the shop and browsing cosplay costumes on his phone.

Originally, he thought the clothes in the store, though not novel to him, would be fun to see Yutong wear and embarrass her a little.

But seeing those two buy them out completely dispelled that notion.

Better to let their scholarly genius show off some pretty and cute anime-style costumes.

After all, this is how the anime world is!

Yet, all those various anime outfits looked beautiful and interesting.

Which one to pick? Zhang Wuyong’s eyes were overwhelmed.

That said, these cosplay outfits were different from the elastic store clothes that fit all sizes; here, he needed to know the measurements to avoid mistakes.

So he opened WeChat and sent Yutong a message.

They used to mainly chat on QQ, but after he bought a smartphone, they added each other on WeChat and now talked mostly there.

“Hey! Yutong, give me your, uh, those measurements.”

…

Zhao Yutong sat at her desk, holding a thick physical book, flipping through its pages.

The book was titled The Fall of Hyperion.

She had read the previous book, Hyperion, when she graduated from middle school, and it had left her amazed.

But after entering high school, she hadn’t had time to read the sequel.

Recently, after researching dreams and brainwaves, she became even more interested in sci-fi themes.

A few days ago, while browsing the library, she found this set of The Fall of Hyperion and decided to buy it.

At that moment, her phone softly buzzed.

It was the WeChat notification sound.

Unlike QQ, which had many contacts but all notifications turned off, WeChat contacts were mostly family, teachers, or a very few close friends.

She casually picked up the phone, glanced at it, and then widened her eyes.

How dare he?

Who asks a girl for that kind of data outright?

But soon her cheeks flushed red.

She remembered the promise she had made before.

Although he hadn’t brought it up lately, she didn’t believe he had forgotten.

And because he hadn’t pressed her to fulfill the promise, it had been weighing on her.

She didn’t know exactly what he intended.

But if it was just to buy clothes, all he needed were style and size, right?

Really!

She wondered if she had grown a bit over the past half-year—she wasn’t sure.

So she put down the book, went to her mother’s room to find a tape measure, took some effort, and measured again carefully.

Then she sent the measurements back!

Next time he dared to make such an unreasonable request, she would ignore him.

She sat back down, picked up that thick sci-fi masterpiece, and curled her lips with a hint of pride.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Zhang Wuyong chuckled for a good long while after receiving the chest, waist, and hip measurements.

No matter how he thought about it, she was still his childhood sweetheart!

At the same time, he resolved how he would “dress up” her.

After reviewing the data a bit more, he was further convinced that Yutong had truly matured!

That night, the rain lessened somewhat.

The next day, the class group chat remained silent.

The neighboring province had already begun releasing exam scores.

Their own education bureau announced the official time to check results was 10 a.m. the day after tomorrow.

But historically, scores often leaked before the official time on the website.

This made everyone increasingly anxious.

Each province’s college entrance exam system and papers differed, so the score release times naturally varied.

The rain fell on and off all day, never quite letting up.

Zhang Wuyong sat in Yutong’s room for a while.

She sat at her desk reading, while he lay on the bed browsing Bilibili.

Now with a smartphone, he found those strange short videos quite entertaining.

They chatted occasionally, glanced at the class group chat, and checked if the exam scores had come out.

“Yutong, when the scores come out, do you have any plans to go somewhere?” Zhang Wuyong asked, leaning against the folded quilt on her bed.

“This rain will probably keep falling, right?” Zhao Yutong sat at her desk and turned a page. “I have a feeling the water will rise.”

“We’ll wait until it stops raining!” Zhang Wuyong said.

“We’ll see then,” Yutong responded.

“How about learning to drive together?”

“I still have two months!” Yutong thought for a moment.

She didn’t mind practicing or learning to drive with him.

It was just that the timing didn’t line up—by the time she could apply for a license, summer vacation would be over.

As they chatted, another day passed.

That night, Zhang Wuyong continued playing Baldur’s Gate 3 until the end, feeling the game started strong but ended weakly.

The first chapter was excellent, the second decent, but the third clearly suffered budget cuts and had major story cuts.

And so another day went by.

The morning was overcast and quiet.

“Will they really wait until 10 a.m. tomorrow to release the scores?” Zhang Wuyong lay on his bed in the afternoon, checking the official website for scores, but nothing was posted yet.

Other provinces were nearly done releasing theirs.

Forget it—he’d keep playing with his virtual sisters Shangxiang and Xiao Qiao.

Around five in the evening, his mother returned and started cooking outside.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang; his mother, in the living room, went to open it.

“Yutong, come in!”

Zhang Wuyong knew it was Yutong. He wanted to quit the game but felt it unnecessary.

Although he was playing a patched version of Xiao Qiao, Yutong probably wouldn’t mind.

“Where’s Wuyong?” Aunt Zhu’s voice followed.

“He’s in the study playing on the computer!” his mother replied.

Zhang Wuyong was startled and hastily shut down his game.

“Wuyong! The scores are out!” Zhao Yutong came toward the study, immediately noticing his flustered, clumsy attempts to close the game and computer.

She glanced at him—what were you playing this time?