"Ah! That's right, that's right! Shawn really does have what it takes!" Danny Dean shouted.
"Heh heh, no time to waste—Shawn, go get our revenge now! That Journalism Department stallion should be showing off his weapon right about now! Go take him down, and maybe the Journalism Department will finally stop looking down on us History guys! Damn it!" Alex Easton egged him on excitedly.
"Uh—hold on, hold on! What are you guys talking about? Journalism Department stallion? Who is that? How come I've never heard of him?" Shawn asked hurriedly.
"Oh! That guy just transferred here two days ago—from Inner Mongolia. They call him the Mongolian Stallion, and his name is Ge Tianritu. Just hearing his name, you know he's something else. Plus, he's huge and loves to show off his... thing. And honestly, it's not just big, it's gigantic! He claims he used to work as an escort in a Guangdong nightclub, went through some special 'Iron Bird' training, and can swing a little dumbbell from his thing!" Alex explained.
"An escort!? A gigolo!? Holy crap, how did someone like that end up at Southern University with us?" Shawn said, sweating.
"Pfft, what's so weird about that? The guy makes a living off his talent! If I had a weapon like his, I'd go to Guangdong and work as an escort during vacations too—enjoy life and make money, how awesome is that!" Danny Dean said longingly.
"Uh, Fatty, you want to be a gigolo? With your little pea shooter, forget it! Stop envying the guy. If you had a weapon as fierce as Shawn's, then maybe!" Jia Xiaoyu sneered, mocking Danny Dean.
"Babe! At least I have my fierce little pea shooter—what about you? Yours hasn't even been blessed yet, and honestly, I've never even seen where you hide your thing—heh heh, are you sure you're really a woman?" Danny Dean grinned wickedly, his beady eyes darting across Jia Xiaoyu's crotch.
Jia Xiaoyu's face flushed red, and she shrieked, "You jerk! You're looking down on me! I'll show you what I've got!"
As she spoke, she started to unbutton her pants to find her 'weapon,' but suddenly clutched her crotch, sighed, and said, "Ah—never mind, maybe next time!"
Danny Dean cackled and said, "Wahaha, can't pull it out, huh? Pretty boy, maybe you really are a woman?"
Jake Jewel's face turned bright red from the teasing, but he still didn't dare to whip out his 'treasure,' looking all conflicted. At this, Alex Easton stepped in to smooth things over: "Come on, you two, stop fighting. Even if you put your treasures together, they're still not as big as Shawn's! Only Shawn can get our revenge! Shawn, now's your chance—go for it!"
"Oh! Yes, yes! Agreed, agreed! Let's go to the Journalism Department and get our revenge now!" Danny Dean and Jake Jewel quickly joined forces.
The three of them chatted while dragging Shawn out of bed, their hands moving fast to help him get dressed.
"But—but I still have no idea what's going on!" Shawn cried out.
"Heh, it's simple—you'll get it once we're there. Let's go! That Mongolian Stallion should be over there doing his morning workout right now!" Alex said, dragging Shawn out of the dorm with Danny Dean and Jake Jewel.
The History Department dorm was right across from the Journalism Department dorm. Since both were all-male dorms, the students from each department often mingled, so most people knew each other. In less than five minutes, Shawn and his three roommates were already in the Journalism Department's hallway.
Just then, Shawn noticed something odd: most of the doors to the Journalism Department dorm were open, but all the guys were nowhere to be found. Curious, he asked Alex, "Boss, these guys are usually around—where did they all run off to so early in the morning?"
"Ah, it's all because of that Mongolian Stallion. They're all off watching him train," Alex sighed.
"What, he's training? What kind of training makes these guys so eager to watch?" Shawn asked, intrigued.