Just then, a cool breeze brushed across Shawn Young’s face and the sky suddenly darkened overhead. Looking up, he saw that storm clouds had gathered—rain was imminent. People on the street quickened their pace, searching for shelter. In the unpredictable heat of summer, Nanning City’s weather could change in an instant, and heavy rain was a common occurrence. Shawn hurried along with the crowd, heading quickly toward the university gate.
Before he could reach the dormitory building, the sky unleashed a torrential downpour. Shawn dashed toward a nearby classroom building, joining the many students who were scrambling to the corridors to escape the rain.
Shawn ran up to one end of the classroom building and ducked into a corridor. The hallway was already packed with students seeking shelter from the rain. Most of those huddled in the corridor were guys; the girls had already slipped into the classrooms.
Looking around, Shawn realized that many of the guys were people he knew—almost half were from the History and Journalism departments, the usual rowdy bunch. They crowded the corridor, leaning over the railings, chattering loudly and pointing excitedly, bursting into wild laughter from time to time, just like a bunch of male frogs croaking for attention on a rainy day.
Eavesdropping on their conversation, Shawn realized these guys were up to their usual antics—they were rating the girls dashing through the rain outside the classroom building. Today's hot topic: body shapes!
“Whoa, check out the northeast! Did you see that short girl with the bob haircut? She’s already soaked, but her face is cute. And look at her chest—packed and powerful! Damn!”
“Pfft! That’s your pick? She’s nothing to write home about. You’re drooling over her? Weak! Look southwest, fifteen meters out—see that girl with the straight hair? She’s soaked too. Her rack isn’t huge, but it’s perky and inviting. With that sheer white bra, she’s the MVP of the snack aisle—like a Twinkie among peaches! Damn, those curves! Whoa—I’m turned on!”
“Eh—her face is fine, and she’s got some shape, but her chest is tiny. Twinkie among peaches? More like a grape! What’s the appeal? That gets you going? Shame, dude!”
“Hey—look straight ahead, twelve o’clock, thirty meters out. That girl with the flowing hair, her face is delicate and charming, but she’s a bit skinny. Damn, this rain’s coming down so hard and she’s so far away, it’s hard to see clearly. Her chest doesn’t look big—maybe just a cupcake at best. What a pity, man, so frustrating!”
“Bah—what do you know, you nearsighted fool? Look closely! Based on my analysis—yeah, she’s pretty, but did you notice? Her long hair’s draped over her chest, and her hands are subtly raised to cover her front! You know why she’s doing that?”
“No idea—tell us your expert opinion!”
“Heh heh—she’s covering up on purpose because she’s not packing much! If you ask me, she’s barely bigger than a ping pong ball!”
“Seriously?! Ping pong ball? That’s tiny! Honestly, I think even as a dude, I’ve got more up top! Sigh—she’s nice to look at, but bigger is always better!”
“Right? I’m with you—bigger is always better! Gotta be at least a double D, right? Otherwise, what’s the point?”
“Come on, man—were you deprived of breast milk as a kid? That’s called the elegant type, she’s going for the artsy vibe, not acting in a movie! You always complain the girls at Southern University aren’t big enough! If you found one that big, you’d suffocate!”
Shawn recognized the voices behind him—it was Jake Jewel and Danny Dean. He squeezed through the crowd, wanting to say hi, but before he could reach them, a sudden commotion erupted at the end of the corridor.
The guys started whistling excitedly, and then Jake Jewel’s trembling voice rang out in a wild shout: “Oh wow! My god! It’s Miss Busty! Miss Busty is here!!!”
“Holy crap! So fierce! That’s one hell of a Miss Busty! I’m doomed, I—I can’t take it! I’m getting a nosebleed!” One of the guys clutched his nose and howled in excitement.
“Miss Busty?! Who’s that? Where? What does she look like?” The clueless guys crowded around, eager to find out.
“Whoa! Miss Busty is explosive! She walks and everything jiggles and shakes! My god—she’s radiating pure energy—my head’s spinning—I’m actually getting hard!” Jake Jewel wailed like a banshee, and anyone could tell he was completely turned on.
“Miss Busty? Pure energy? What the heck is that supposed to mean? Sounds awesome—” Shawn couldn’t contain his curiosity and joined the crowd to see what Jake Jewel was raving about.
Suddenly, the crowd parted, and Shawn looked over to the entrance of the corridor—there she was. A tall, athletic girl with short hair, wearing a white short-sleeved jersey and red sports shorts. Her skin was fair, her long legs were shapely but not bulky, and her face, though clear-cut, had a few pimples. Her eyebrows were bold and black, giving her an air of confidence and straightforwardness.
She held a basketball in her hand and strode fearlessly into the corridor, unfazed by all the hungry eyes on her. But the most striking thing—her bust was huge! Even Shawn, who considered himself an amateur observer, could tell that her chest was at least a double D—almost as big as the basketball she was holding! Her jersey, thin and clingy from the rain, stuck to her body, making her impressive curves stand out in a way that was both breathtaking and visually stunning.
In that instant, Shawn realized—Miss Busty wasn’t some senior brother! The ‘pure energy’ referred to the way her magnificent peaks trembled with every step! Clearly, he was behind on campus slang—his mind could only blurt out one word: ‘Damn!’ That summed up his feelings perfectly.