Chapter 40: As Heavy as a Pig

“Are you really going to make a move?” Qin Xuan stood calmly at the front.

“Do you think I’m afraid of you?” The tall guy, towering at one point nine meters, spoke arrogantly, but suddenly, his phone began to ring.

The other basketball players all stopped in their tracks, unwilling to act rashly. Even the tall guy himself looked puzzled—who could be calling him at this moment?

Zhou Xiaoyu shrugged. “Once he picks up the call, won't he run off again?”

Liu Qianqian covered her mouth, laughing softly. “It’s possible.”

The tall guy glared at Zhou Xiaoyu, then answered the phone.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Yang Guang.”

“Where did you run off to? Don’t tell me you chickened out already?” The tall guy cursed.

“Captain Chen, listen to me. That guy has quite a background…”

“To hell with his background! No matter what, we’ll teach him a lesson first. Otherwise, what face does our basketball team have left?”

Fuming, the tall guy hung up. Now, it wasn’t just Yang Guang’s personal grudge anymore. It was about defending the honor of the Jinling University basketball team!

“Go!”

He waved his hand.

“Ah, people who ignore advice never have a good ending…” Qin Xuan sighed, preparing to defend himself, but suddenly, the tall guy’s phone rang again.

“Damn it, is it ever going to stop?” He picked up and cursed.

“Captain Chen, bad news! Our guys got beaten up, right on the school field. Damn it, those arrogant students from the Land of the Rising Sun are causing trouble…”

Hearing this, the tall guy’s face darkened immediately.

“Japanese exchange students are stirring up trouble. Let’s deal with them first. Move!”

He shot Qin Xuan a glance.

“My name is Chen Yuchen. Make sure you remember it. I’ll let you off for now, but I’ll settle accounts with you later.”

A group of basketball players stormed out of the private room in a huff.

Zhou Xiaoyu and the others exchanged bewildered glances, surprised that the situation had resolved itself—at least for now.

“Japanese exchange students?” Qin Xuan frowned.

His master’s teachings had always left him with little fondness for Japan. It wasn’t just about history; it was about how they repeatedly denied it. As a descendant of China, how could he bear it?

“Boss, our university has plenty of foreign students. Those brats from Japan actually dared to cause trouble—should we go check it out?” Zhou Xiaoyu said, full of resentment.

“We’re all here already, so we might as well eat first, don’t you think?” Qin Xuan narrowed his eyes, speaking easily. After all, they were all in the same university—there would be plenty of chances. No need to join the basketball players’ commotion.

“Heh, boss is right. Owner, can we finally get the dishes?” Zhou Xiaoyu called out, and the chubby restaurant owner hurried over with the menu.

While ordering, Zhou Xiaoyu introduced the classmates who were with them.

“This is Shi Gang—we all call him Xiao Gang.” The muscle-bound Xiao Gang flexed and nodded at Qin Xuan.

“That’s Gao Tie. We call him Xiao Tie. He was the one who found a chance to call my dad just now.” Zhou Xiaoyu pointed to the tall, skinny guy.

Gao Tie? That’s a good name. Qin Xuan couldn’t help but smile, and Liu Qianqian burst out laughing.

The tall, skinny guy sighed gloomily. “My name always gets laughed at, every time.”

“No, no, it’s a great name—easy to remember and sounds good,” Liu Qianqian protested, though she couldn’t stop laughing.

He scratched his head. “It’s okay, I’m used to it.”

Soon, Zhou Xiaoyu finished introducing everyone.

“And this is my boss, Qin Xuan. From now on, I, Zhou Xiaoyu, will follow his lead.”

He patted Qin Xuan on the shoulder.

Everyone greeted him respectfully. Not only had Qin Xuan just shown impressive fighting skills, he’d already won their admiration on the basketball court.

“Boss, shouldn’t you introduce this lovely lady?” Zhou Xiaoyu grinned at Liu Qianqian.

“She’s just an ordinary friend, Liu Qianqian,” Qin Xuan replied.

“She’s from our university, right?” Gao Tie’s eyes lit up.

“Yes, but she doesn’t know which department or class yet,” Qin Xuan nodded. It had only been half a day, and Professor Hua hadn’t sent any news. Even Liu Qianqian didn’t know what class she belonged to.

“Miss Liu, let me toast you!” Gao Tie stood up, his eyes shining.

“Sure, sure!” Liu Qianqian was delighted, quickly pouring herself a drink.

Qin Xuan was surprised. “Girl, you can drink now?”

“Why not?” Liu Qianqian pouted, glaring fiercely at Qin Xuan, then downed a glass of red wine in one gulp.

“Miss Liu is so forthright! Have another glass!”

“Another glass!” Everyone cheered.

“No, she can’t handle it,” Qin Xuan interjected quickly.

“You’re wrong! I’m happy today—what can you do about it?” Liu Qianqian ignored him, poured more wine, her cheeks beginning to flush.

“All right, but if you get drunk, I’m not responsible,” Qin Xuan shook his head helplessly. How could he not know her limits?

Two years ago, Liu Qianqian’s master brought her to visit Qin Xuan’s master. She sneaked a couple of drinks when no one was looking and got drunk after just two sips, earning Qin Xuan’s contempt for quite a while.

Soon, the waiter started serving dishes. The cuisine here was authentic Sichuan food, and the flavors were excellent. Qin Xuan was used to it, being from Mount Shu.

But Liu Qianqian wasn’t. Especially the dishes piled high with chili peppers looked terrifying—she didn’t dare try them. So she kept drinking, and before long, her cheeks were rosy and adorable.

“That’s enough. You’re drunk,” Qin Xuan advised.

“I’m not drunk,” she retorted, then hiccuped and promptly collapsed onto Qin Xuan’s shoulder.

Everyone at the table was speechless.

“See? I knew this would happen,” Qin Xuan shrugged.

“Boss, she really can’t drink? She looked so happy,” Zhou Xiaoyu wondered.

“It’s fine. She’s just excited to finally leave the mountain and enjoy some freedom,” Qin Xuan explained. That’s why he hadn’t stopped her too forcefully. Even he was overjoyed when he’d first left.

“You all keep eating. I’ll take her to rest. Is there a guest room nearby?”

“Guest room? Boss, you mean a hotel? There’s one just across the street,” Zhou Xiaoyu said suggestively, “When you get back, we’ll have to interrogate you properly, haha!”

“Interrogate what?” Qin Xuan laughed. “If you want to know, just ask. I’ll be right back.”

He lifted Liu Qianqian’s delicate form, stood up, and left the private room under everyone’s ambiguous stares.

“When boss comes back, we definitely need to grill him about his relationship with Miss Liu,” Zhou Xiaoyu whispered.

“And the new campus beauty, that Dongfang girl…” Xiao Gang flexed his muscles.

“Dongfang Qingwan! You can’t even remember a beauty’s name—no wonder you’re still single,” Zhou Xiaoyu retorted, adding a note of scorn.

Xiao Gang was left in tears.

…

“She’s as heavy as a pig…” Qin Xuan muttered, supporting Liu Qianqian at the hotel front desk. Along the way, her graceful figure drew attention, and she occasionally wriggled, giving Qin Xuan a rare advantage.

Luckily, the distance was short—otherwise, it would have caused quite a stir.

“One room, please,” Qin Xuan said to the receptionist.

The young lady glanced at Qin Xuan, then at Liu Qianqian in his arms, her face full of disdain. Midday, broad daylight, booking a room?

Qin Xuan realized immediately—she’d misunderstood…