The Beauty Said She Has A Secret Crush On Me - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

“Dead fatty, are you going to die in bed!” Room 501 was getting lively again. The girls’ sharp voices were full of dissatisfaction. The small two-person dorm room was crammed with five girls, and outside, female students from the same department, hearing the noise, gathered to watch the excitement.

Leading the group was Sun Rui, the class monitor of Beijing University’s Class of 2015 Chinese Language and Literature, Class 1. Behind her were the deputy class monitor, the Youth League branch secretary, the study committee member, and the life committee member, respectively. In college, each class only had seven or eight cadres, large and small, and half of them were present now.

With each shouted “dead fatty,” Sun Rui’s voice was uniquely laced with a vulgar tone. As this vulgarity lingered in the air of the dorm room, a disheveled girl emerged from a bundle of blankets on the bed. Her features were mercilessly squeezed together by fat, her eyes were tiny, and her skin was very dark. Seeing the five people, she was startled, “Class Monitor, how did you get in?” Her voice was hoarse, clearly from just waking up after a long sleep.

Sun Rui’s face was full of disgust, and she cursed without hesitation: “You dead fatty, you kicked Tao Ru out of the dorm and slapped her. Even the Vice Secretary of the department knows about this! Do you think we want to come here! The head teacher ordered us to resolve the issue of disharmony among classmates! Dead fatty, get down from that bed right now and go apologize to Tao Ru, beg her to come back to the dorm!”

The girl on the bed still spoke in a hoarse voice, but there was no emotion left in it, sounding very cold. “She wanted to move out herself. What does it have to do with me!”

This girl, who was called the dead fatty, was not weak. After saying this, she ignored Sun Rui’s shouting, directly covered her head with the blanket, and turned her back on everyone’s varied gazes.

After all, she had experienced such gazes too many times to care anymore.

Sun Rui felt she had been disgraced. Her face flushed, and in one or two steps, she climbed onto the bed, grabbing the blanket, intending to throw it on the floor. The girl inside, a plump 180-jin (90 kg/198 lbs) wearing only thermal underwear and small panties, naturally resisted. She quickly yanked the blanket back. Sun Rui hadn’t expected the usually silent, transparent person to resist, and she also underestimated the strength of a fatty. Sun Rui couldn’t hold onto the blanket with both hands and lost her balance, actually falling off the bed.

The university dorm bed was more than a meter high off the ground. With a loud snap, everyone was so stunned that they forgot to help her up!

“Ah! Zhuang Lu, you dead fatty!” Sun Rui shouted through gritted teeth.

“You fell off yourself. Don’t blame me,” Zhuang Lu poked her head out from the blanket again and said coldly. “Also, if you call me a dead fatty again, I’ll call you Four-Eyes Frog.”

“You!” Sun Rui was furious.

People came and went. Sun Rui was helped out of the dorm by the deputy class monitor and the Youth League branch secretary, planning to go to the campus hospital. As she left, she kept muttering curses, saying this wasn’t over.

Finally, the small dorm room was left with only the study committee member, Wu Nianxi. Wu Nianxi was the first person whose name Zhuang Lu knew in this class, for no other reason than that she was too beautiful! Her face was tiny, fair, and tender. Her eyebrows were delicate, her eyes large, and her mouth was small but had a beautiful lip shape. Especially her nose, it was perfectly shaped. When she wore a pure white dress, she was like a moving light spot in the crowd and was soon voted the most beautiful freshman of this cohort.

And now, the great beauty looked at Zhuang Lu with her wet, kitten-like eyes and said gently: “It is a fact that you hit Tao Ru, and you should apologize. Sun Rui is impulsive and speaks harshly, which is her fault, but she is also doing it for the class, especially since there are end-of-year evaluations. Besides, if we weren’t class cadres, who would bother to manage you? I apologize for disturbing your rest today. I’ll leave now.”

Zhuang Lu felt that Wu Nianxi made a lot of sense. After all, Chinese universities focus on strict admission and lenient graduation. Everyone is busy dating, with student activities, and socializing. Who would care about whom? But Tao Ru wanted to move out to live with her boyfriend. To avoid criticism, she publicly claimed to have been slapped by her roommate as a cover-up. Should she really be blamed for this? Sorry, she wouldn’t take the fall. Zhuang Lu sneered coldly, but a plan to deal with Tao Ru formed in her mind.

She got up and stood on the floor, a mountain of flesh. She was 175cm tall and weighed 180 jin, plump and well-proportioned from head to toe, like a giant water barrel. It was already late autumn, but she didn’t feel cold at all. A small pair of panties pitifully squeezed into her flesh. A red thermal top encased layers of sponge-like excess fat. She stretched, then quickly threw out her right fist. Feeling the air being sliced by the punch, she contentedly threw a few more punches, her body dodging left and right nimbly. After completing her wake-up routine, she stopped punching. After several rounds, Zhuang Lu wasn’t out of breath at all, nothing like a typical fat person.

Zhuang Lu’s punches were particularly powerful. She had severely beaten everyone who mocked her physique since childhood.

When she was a child, she had natural great strength. The little fatty sat on the boys who bullied her in kindergarten. When the teacher came, she wouldn’t move her butt. When the teacher called the parents, she still wouldn’t move her butt, until she heard the little boy under her butt crying weakly like a quail, shouting “dead fatty” while crying. Then Zhuang Lu raised a hand and slapped his butt. “Waa!” the boy cried loudly.

Later, Zhuang Lu’s uncle, who was a street fighter, arrived. After much persuasion, Zhuang Lu finally moved her esteemed butt. Because Zhuang’s father, who was small, promised Zhuang Lu she could learn boxing from her uncle, Zhuang Lu happily stood up.

Later, Zhuang Lu, who had learned to fight, became even more formidable. She fought from primary school all the way to junior high, beating the boys who bullied her to the ground. If they dared to shout another insult, she would use her large, fan-like hand to spank their butt. Who knew that spanking was the least noticeable? That way, it wouldn’t involve the parents’ level! Feeling proud of herself, a sweet smile appeared on Zhuang Lu’s face, which was darkened by exposure to wind, rain, and sun from practicing boxing.

In high school, Zhuang Lu didn’t need to beat people anymore. She was admitted to a key city high school, full of bookworms. They wouldn’t use physical force to attack others but preferred cold violence. Zhuang Lu always maintained her lady-like demeanor and never hit girls, but the female students in high school always had strange, unpredictable expressions while whispering among themselves. Zhuang Lu felt they must be gossiping, but since they weren’t explicit, she couldn’t fight back and felt inexplicably frustrated.

Forget it. Zhuang Lu didn’t feel lonely being alone. On the contrary, she didn’t have much time to feel sentimental. She was delightfully tortured by studying every day, and her free time was filled with practicing boxing.

She spent three years in high school amidst what her classmates perceived as the highest level of exclusion, and she was admitted to the prestigious Beijing University with a rank of 10th in her grade, effectively slapping the faces of some self-righteous classmates. Looking at the admission letter, Zhuang Lu declared that she was not just an ordinary dead fatty; she was at least a dead fatty with both brawn and brains!

She was confident. Her appearance wasn’t beautiful, but her mind was smart.

She was proud. Her figure wasn’t slim, but her fists were powerful.

So, before Sun Rui and her class cadre team could pay their second visit, a post on the campus forum exploded with its rich content and strong sensationalism, spreading like the Panda Burning Incense virus. Then, Wu Nianxi came to find the bedridden Sun Rui with an iPad.

“Class Monitor, look at this.” Wu Nianxi handed the iPad to Sun Rui. “We wronged Zhuang Lu.”

Sun Rui put on her glasses and quickly browsed the contents of the post.

The post used lively and friendly language, a humorous and relaxed style, clear pictures with appropriate lighting and clever composition, and logically reasoned arguments. It not only aligned with Chinese Marxist historical materialism but also hit the sweet spot of current keyboard warriors who enjoy a good spectacle. If the content hadn’t directly contradicted her, Sun Rui, as a student of Chinese Language and Literature, might have applauded the writing.

She then scrolled down to the comments, startled by the over three thousand replies. The post was titled: “Thanks for asking, today I’m going to expose the inhumanity of the school.”

At first glance, this post had little to do with Sun Rui and Wu Nianxi, as the poster was exposing the school, making the school leaders the direct targets. However, one point read: “Is the school’s forceful linking of honorary evaluations with student dormitory residency truly more beneficial than harmful? If students who don’t live in dorms are stripped of the right to participate in honors such as ‘Three Merits Student,’ ‘Outstanding Youth League Member,’ ‘Outstanding Class Cadre,’ ‘Top Ten University Student,’ ‘National Scholarship,’ ‘National Encouragement Scholarship,’ ‘National Student Aid,’ ‘Top Ten Student Cadre,’ ‘Outstanding University Student,’ ‘Outstanding University Student Cadre,’ and ‘Outstanding Graduate,’ isn’t that a bit heartless? This forces students to resort to means that are either ridiculous or contemptible. Does this align with the essential purpose of education?”

“First, there was a student named Zhang from the 2012 Civil Engineering department who fell from a height of two meters while trying to sneak out of the dorm at night to go to his rental house. Now, there is a student named Tao from the 2014 Chinese Language and Literature department who, to live with her off-campus boyfriend, used the excuse of being slapped by her roommate to escape this terrifying prison. Leaving aside that the former harmed himself and the latter harmed others, their emphasis on honor is the same as any of us. But who forced this little inner darkness out? We can only blame this heartless system. Here are the pictures and the truth—[Tao girl and boyfriend returning to rental house.jpg] [Zhang student’s miserable state in hospital.jpg] [Tao girl’s ‘slapped’ truth.gif]”

Sun Rui watched the animated image where Tao Ru first lightly tapped herself and then slapped herself a bit harder. She was shocked. Although she had a quick temper and a poisonous tongue, she wasn’t an idiot. Tao Ru had cried heartbreakingly in front of her, speaking forcefully. Was it all a lie?

Wu Nianxi refreshed her WeChat Moments and found that the post was being shared by many people. The post listed twenty unreasonable things about the school, including the annual great north-south migration for dorm changes, the school never announcing water and power outages in advance, the mandatory morning running check-in system, the forced participation in school club activities, and so on. The language was calm yet sharp, naturally attracting attention and sharing. On Weibo, someone even started the hashtag #HelpJingDaGetOnTheHeadlines#.

“Nianxi,” Sun Rui climbed off the bed with a grimace. “Let’s go. Come with me to find Tao Ru! That liar!”

Wu Nianxi smiled slightly, as if spring had arrived and a hundred flowers were blooming. Her eyes were still wet and dewy, and the upturned corners of her mouth held no aggression. “I think you should call her instead of dragging your sick body to go fight her.”

Sun Rui viciously pulled out her phone from her pocket. “If I can’t tear down this white lotus, I’ll change my last name from Sun!”

Wu Nianxi looked at Sun Rui gently with her dewy eyes again, “Turn on the recording.”

Putting aside how Sun Rui’s explosive temper would clash with Tao Ru, after Zhuang Lu posted the thread using her daily check-in account, she immediately turned off her phone. The misery of racking her brains to write the short essay was finally over. Fortunately, when she accidentally saw Tao Ru slapping herself, she thought it was funny and recorded a few seconds, which served as genuine evidence.

The sense of injustice regarding Tao Ru also vanished without a trace after she turned off her phone. Zhuang Lu slept for a few more hours. Near lunchtime, she decided to go to a Korean restaurant in the city for a satisfying meal.

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