Su Xuan before high school

“Brother Su Xuan, come play with me! I made a paper plane!”

A little loli, no taller than a radish sprout, waved at Su Xuan.

“Childish~ (；一_一)”

Su Xuan curled his lips.

Although he was only six years old now, inside he was still a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old youth.

He had no interest whatsoever in little girls who still had snot running down their noses.

Six-year-old Su Xuan began scanning the area with his innocent face, searching for the older girls nearby.

Looking at the rather average-looking girls around him, he couldn’t help but think of his neighbor.

‘Sister Lan from next door is still prettier.’

With that thought, Su Xuan started walking elsewhere, looking for the beautiful Sister Lan who treated him so well.

“What are you doing?!”

A childish voice rang out, making Su Xuan turn his head.

It was that same little loli again, but her situation didn’t seem very good—she was surrounded by a few rough-looking boys.

The leader, a boy with an “Ah Fu” buzz cut, was half a head taller than Lin Chenyu.

He grinned and said, “Heh, give me that paper plane to play with!”

Lin Chenyu quickly hid the paper plane under her arm and said in her milky voice, “No! I made it for Brother Xuan!”

The Ah Fu–headed boy shoved her, pushing her straight to the ground.

“Are you giving it to me or not?”

“No!”

Lin Chenyu shouted, her big eyes already brimming with tears, about to spill over.

“Hey! You guys really think it’s fun to bully a little girl?”

Su Xuan couldn’t stand it anymore, his emotionless eyes locking on the boy with the Ah Fu cut.

“You better not butt in. Believe it or not, I’ll beat you up!”

The boy sniffled and spoke through his gappy teeth.

Su Xuan’s face stayed calm as he said, “Heh~ I bet your next line will be: ‘If you don’t leave, me and my buddies will make you cry.’”

“If you don’t leave, me and my buddies will make you cry!”

The Ah Fu–headed boy pointed at Su Xuan, who had already stepped in front of Lin Chenyu.

Lin Chenyu’s bean-sized tears kept streaming down her cheeks when she saw Su Xuan come over.

“Stop crying already…”

Su Xuan frowned inwardly—what a hassle.

Seeing Su Xuan ignore him, the Ah Fu–headed boy—who had been acting like a tyrant in the neighborhood for days—couldn’t stand being looked down on.

He swung his fist straight at Su Xuan.

“Ah! Don’t get cocky!”

“Tch~”

Compared to these untrained brats, Su Xuan—armed with the memories and discipline of a young man—was leagues ahead.

Even though they didn’t look too different physically, their actual fighting power was worlds apart.

In childhood, fights were all about size—who was older, heavier, taller was the boss.

But that was just relying on physical advantage.

Against someone like Su Xuan, who had gone through real, strict training, they didn’t stand a chance.

In just a few moves, he had the boy flat on the ground, screaming in pain.

“Let’s go.”

Su Xuan pulled Lin Chenyu up without sparing a glance at the fallen boys, heading off into the distance.

“But… my plane is ruined~ wuuu~~”

“I can make one too. And it’ll be better than yours! It’ll fly even farther!”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

The little loli wiped away her tears and jumped for joy.

“Sigh~ what a pain.”

Seeing her so happy, Su Xuan knew he wouldn’t be able to shake her off before dinner today.

He let out a tired sigh.

The boy with the Ah Fu cut lay on the ground, his bruised eye following Su Xuan’s back.

No one knew what he was thinking.

Perhaps he had just realized what a true strong person looked like.

Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, Su Xuan had entered elementary school.

With his handsome looks and gentlemanly demeanor—completely different from the childish boys—he quickly became the dream crush of countless girls in his grade at Yucai Primary School.

On top of that, Su Xuan had the added bonus of being a straight-A student, and was also a core player on both the school basketball and soccer teams.

His reputation spread quickly—not only did all the girls in his own school know about the polite, top-scoring, athletic boy with a handsome face, even girls from other schools had heard of him.

By the time he entered middle school, after the exhausting “glory years” of primary school, Su Xuan had learned the wisdom of not standing out too much.

But that stunning face of his was still an unhideable beacon, drawing countless girls toward him.

In middle school, girls were no longer as shy as they had been in primary school.

Back then, they would only watch from a distance, secretly observe, or occasionally give small gifts.

Now, they were far more direct.

Once they found out their school had such a treasure boy, Su Xuan’s desk drawer was stuffed full of love letters.

Almost every other day, a girl would confess to him.

“Sorry, I’m not going to date anyone before college. You’re amazing—someone even better will come along for you.”

Su Xuan gently rejected them, and the girl would walk away crestfallen.

After she left, Su Xuan let out a quiet sigh.

‘These half-grown girls are such trouble. Their minds aren’t mature, their bodies aren’t fully developed—how are you supposed to date like that?’

So, despite being extremely popular, the proud Su Xuan never had a girlfriend.

In fact, as the confessions kept coming, he began to feel repulsed.

Though his face stayed gentle as water, inside, he’d already started cursing.

“Women are such a hassle.”

Every time he got home after being swarmed by girls after school, the fatigue was overwhelming.

He could only hope high school would come soon—by then, the girls would finally start to match his tastes.

The proud Su Xuan didn’t know… this was his last glorious chapter.

Once, there had been an opportunity.

He didn’t seize it.

So the heavens, unable to bear watching any longer, turned him into the opportunity itself.