"Uh—really? Boss, you got dumped by a girl? That... that's pretty tragic! But hey, you still have so many girlfriends. Losing one, at least you still have the others!" Shawn Young quickly tried to comfort him.
"Waaah—Third Bro, I'm serious this time, really serious, you know? I can't believe how miserable this is!!" Alex Easton kept wailing like a ghost.
"Oh! If you really meant it and she rejected you, that does hurt! But you know, love is just unpredictable. The next girl will definitely be better! I believe you'll be fine, Boss—" Shawn Young kept comforting him.
But Alex Easton just kept shaking his head with a sorrowful face. First, he pulled out a cigarette and took a deep drag, then reached under his pillow and produced a pink, exquisitely crafted LV Purse. Rubbing his eyes, he spoke to Shawn Young in a hoarse voice: "Third Bro, you know what? I scraped together money for a whole month just to buy this LV Purse for her. I even lied to my family to get over ten thousand bucks!"
"Huh! How much did this purse cost to make you go all out like that?" Shawn Young looked at Alex Easton's haggard face and realized he'd really lost a lot of weight.
"Sigh—this purse cost over twenty grand! Damn—it was only because I saw her like it while we were shopping that I racked my brains to buy it for her! I never thought—really never thought—she—she—cough—cough—" As he spoke, Alex got so worked up that he started coughing from the cigarette, tears streaming down his face.
"Uh—Boss, don't get so worked up. Here, drink some water and take it slow! There's no hurdle in life you can't get over!" Shawn Young quickly poured a glass of water and handed it to Alex.
Alex gulped down the water, wiped his mouth, and continued, looking gloomy: "Third Bro, you know what? I finally understand something now—money is the real deal! Only with money can you have the guts to go after any babe you want! Because most women in this world love money. Once they get real, they'll turn on you without a second thought, especially the pretty ones!"
"Oh! Sure, that happens a lot, but it's not always like that, right? If she really liked you, she wouldn't care if you were rich or not, would she? As long as you're sincere—eventually she'll be moved!" Shawn said this, but even he wasn't sure if it was true; after all, that's just how movies go.
"Third Bro—I believe true love might really exist in this world, but it's as rare as fleas on a bald guy's head! These days, everyone's chasing money. No cash, no skills! You're just looked down on, and that so-called sincerity is worth less than dog guts!" Alex Easton declared, taking a few fierce drags of his cigarette before tossing the butt on the floor.
"Hey—Boss, don't take it so hard. You know so many girls, you'll get your chance!" Shawn Young could only try to comfort him.
Alex Easton fell silent for a moment, then muttered, "Yeah—I do know a lot of girls, but this was the only one I really meant it with. Damn, I can't believe how badly I got burned!!"
Just then, the dorm room door swung open. Jake Jewel and Danny Dean walked in. Danny spotted Alex and immediately started shouting, "Boss, I heard you got dumped! And that girl's new guy even bullied you!"
"Uh—damn, how do even you guys know about last night's mess?!" Alex cried out, looking even more frustrated.
"Uh—it's not just us, man. Pretty much everyone knows now! Your story's all over the Southern University BB Forum, Boss, hang in there!" Danny Dean said, looking worried.
"What!? My story's already got a new version out there? Was it that jerk's doing?" Alex sprang up from his bed like he'd been shocked, and rushed over to turn on his computer.
It was only then that Danny Dean and Jake Jewel noticed Shawn Young was back. Jake exclaimed, "Whoa, Third Bro, weren't you supposed to be back home for urgent business? When'd you get back?"
"Oh, I—I just got back," Shawn Young replied quickly.
"Hehe—Third Bro, I heard you went home this time for something to do with Joanna Gong's family. So, did you and her... make any progress in that department?!" Danny Dean immediately leaned in, face full of gossip.
"Dude—Fatty, can you not be so creepy?" Shawn Young complained, exasperated.
"Uh—let's save the creepiness talk for later. We all know Joanna Gong's got a thing for you, and right now we just want to know if you and her... you know... hehe—" Danny Dean kept grinning, refusing to drop the topic.
"Ahem—ahem—well, someone like me, of course I wouldn't make things too hard for a beauty like Joanna!" Shawn Young finally admitted.
"Whoa—Third Bro, you really are a legend! Not only did you win over Lilian Grace, the Campus Queen, now you've got Joanna Gong too! Amazing—just amazing—" Jake Jewel shouted, eyes sparkling with admiration.
The three were chatting when Alex Easton stood up from his computer, slipped on his slippers, grabbed the pink LV Purse from his pillow, and headed for the bathroom.
"Uh—Boss, why are you taking the purse to the bathroom?" Shawn Young quickly asked Alex.
"I spent over twenty grand on this purse for her, and what did she do? She called me worthless, then ran off with another guy! What's worse, that punk mocked me just because he was loaded! Damn it, I've never been humiliated like this, it's killing me! I want revenge—" Alex snarled, grabbing a plastic bag from the desk and heading into the bathroom.
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"Uh—revenge? Boss, what kind of revenge are you planning?!" Shawn Young was totally confused by Alex's actions.
Alex didn't answer. He went into the bathroom and shut the door. A few minutes later, he came out, still holding the pink LV Purse, but now it looked stuffed full—he'd clearly put something inside.
"Brothers, let's go—help me get revenge!" Alex Easton said, his face twisted in a fierce grin.
"Oh! Sure! But Boss—are we really just going like this?" Shawn Young asked quickly.
"Yep, while it's still fresh! Give that punk something hot and steamy—damn, he dared to look down on me! I'm barefoot, why should I fear a guy with shoes? I'll serve him a real treat—hehe—" Alex shook the purse, his expression shifting from fierce to downright sleazy.
Shawn Young immediately caught a whiff of pungent urine, and was stunned. He blurted, "Uh—Boss—are you really planning to get revenge with your own pee?"
Alex nodded, his face suddenly serious. "That's right! You know what? That punk not only humiliated me, now he's posting on the forum saying I'm a broken chamber pot! Damn it, I'll show him what a real chamber pot can do!!"
Shawn Young was stunned, and he, Danny Dean, and Jake Jewel all crowded around the computer. Sure enough, the hottest "Campus Gossip" thread on the Southern University BB Forum had Alex's half-naked photos, a "personal resume," and a rundown of his "romantic history," all posted by a user named Misty Girl. Another user, Big Love, kept replying with endless mockery, drawing a crowd of curious onlookers.
"Hehe—Alex Easton, what an overconfident fool! Trying to compete with me for a girl? Unless your balls are made of steel!"
"Alex Easton, that broke loser actually thinks he's a playboy! My Big Love goes BOOM! That guy shrivels up like a limp worm—wahaha—"
"Tragic Alex Easton is a total broken chamber pot—wahaha—chamber pot, chamber pot! Shot full of holes!" On the Southern University BB Forum, Big Love just kept mocking Alex, his posts full of sarcasm and swagger.
"Sigh—Alex is just like that—I dumped him so he'd finally see himself clearly!"
"He kept saying he loved me, but come on—he couldn't even afford a purse, so what's he got to love me with? A woman needs a good man to spoil her—especially someone with my taste. Alex's style is way too outdated!"
"Alex—just give up! You and I are never happening. I'm at least a white-collar worker in a big company. If I'm going to date, it'll be with someone rich, not a broke college kid like you. Go cuddle your blow-up doll!" Misty Girl kept posting, her words full of mockery and scorn.
"Damn it, Misty Girl is that woman, and Big Love is that punk! Now those two bastards are treating me like a joke! I'll make them pay!!" Alex clenched his fists, furious.