The Meeting

Approximately half an hour later, a big boy charged right through the front door. He was about thirteen or fourteen years old, decked out in a basketball tee and was fiddling around with a basketball on his hands. Sweating profusely, he stared at Yan Xiaosu for a good while before asking Elin, who was right behind him, "Sis, so he's your boyfriend?"

"Yes, you can call him Brother Yan."

"Yikes, no thanks. That's disgusting."

Zhao Youxiong turned and whispered in Elin's ear, "Sis, isn't he a little ugly?"

"Hmm, don't you think that being chubby is extremely cute?"

"Okay, I get it. We have too many handsome guys here. And suddenly one chubby fellow comes along, and when something is rare it becomes precious." Elin's brother shook his head in disappointment. He smiled at Yan Xiaosu, "Hey, it's such a waste for my sister to be a pair with you. You'd better treat her well and cherish her, if not I'll definitely be coming for you."