"Holy crap! Who's looking for Shawn this time?! I'm seriously freaked out today!" Danny Dean yelled, still shaken.
Alex Easton rushed out the door. Seeing who had arrived, his eyes widened and he stammered, "Miss, there's only one Shawn Young in our history department, he's our Shawn—are you sure you're looking for him?"
"Yep, that's right! I'm looking for Shawn Young from Southern University's history department. He told me he lives in Room 302!" the girl at the door replied.
"Oh—yep, Shawn Young lives here. Please come in, miss!" Alex Easton's voice suddenly turned warm—he was always friendly to pretty girls.
Just then, Shawn Young suddenly remembered who the woman outside was. He quickly stuffed his silver "iPhone 4S" under the pillow. As he turned around, he saw a flash of pink as the girl stepped inside, and his scalp tingled instantly.
"Hmph! You went missing on purpose! Do you know how hard it was for me to find you?" The girl's first words to Shawn Young were full of complaint. She rushed over in two quick steps, her pretty face flushed, her pouty lips glaring at him.
"Uh—Sylvia! How did you—how did you find this place?" Shawn Young asked nervously.
"Hmph! You dare say that? Did you forget our weekend date? This is the first time I've ever asked a guy out! And you vanished on me! I called your stupid number hundreds of times, and it never went through! I'm telling you, ditching me is not that easy!!" Sylvia snapped at Shawn Young.
That's right, the girl was Sylvia Snow. And today, Sylvia looked especially dazzling. She had a purple leather purse slung over her arm, wore a stylish pink V-neck mini dress that showed off her fair, lotus-like arms, and beneath the dress, a pair of long, snow-white legs. Her pink high heels made her figure pop—curves in all the right places! Her skin was naturally fair with a rosy glow, and her chestnut curls spilled down to her neckline, revealing a playful, snowy cleavage. She was cute, seductive, and her delicate face, though still youthful, promised that in another year or two, she'd be a true bombshell!
Sylvia leaned in close to Shawn, almost pressing against him as she spoke. Her breath was sweet and fresh, with a hint of musk—totally intoxicating. Shawn was quickly overwhelmed, leaning against the bed, fumbling for his dead old cell phone, and stammered, "See, I couldn't find my charger for this old phone, so—so—it died—"
"Ugh, what's with that crappy old phone? Just toss it! I came here today for this very reason!" Sylvia's expression softened as she tossed Shawn's phone aside. She reached into her purple purse, pulled out a box, and handed him a gleaming white smartphone. "Here! I just bought this iPhone 4S in Hong Kong. It's for you—so you can stay in touch. No more disappearing on me!"
"Oh my god! Another iPhone 4S! Today is insane, I must be hallucinating!!" The three roommates shouted in disbelief when they saw Sylvia give Shawn yet another phone.
"Huh? Another iPhone 4S? What's up with you guys?" Sylvia frowned, puzzled.
"Oh! Oh! It's nothing, really. We were just talking about how cool that phone is, and then you show up and give Shawn this huge surprise! We're—well, we're just super jealous!" Alex Easton quickly covered.
"Hehe—see? I'm pretty good to you, right? Now this iPhone 4S is yours, and you're not allowed to refuse! My number's already saved in it! This is our special phone for staying in touch! I don't care about other guys, but you better not give your number to any other girls, got it?" Sylvia beamed.
"Oh! Okay—" Shawn Young took the phone, looking helpless.
"Alright, I'm heading back. Tomorrow's Saturday—don't forget our date! I'll call you again!" Sylvia, satisfied, turned to leave.
"Tomorrow—what are we doing tomorrow?" Shawn asked curiously.
"Hehe—not telling! You'll find out tomorrow night! And don't stand me up again! I'm off! Bye, everyone!" Sylvia waved to the three roommates in Room 302, her cheeks flushed, and flitted out the door like a pink butterfly.
As soon as Sylvia left, the three roommates surrounded Shawn, eyes burning with jealousy. Alex Easton was the first to interrogate him: "Damn, Shawn! You've been hiding your skills! Spill it—how did you manage to snag such a knockout?"
"That's right! This one's really, really, really top-tier! Even though I've got May, I can't help but feel tempted! Shawn, you're amazing! I worship you! Come on, spill it!" Danny Dean drooled with envy, emphasizing 'really' three times—he was a huge fan of Sylvia's type.
"Damn, Shawn, you're a great actor! Things are this far along with that hottie and you still claim you're not getting any action? We've been totally fooled! Spill—how'd you hook up with her?" Jake Jewel thought Shawn's acting had surpassed his own.
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"I—I—" Shawn Young stammered, not sure where to begin.
*Knock knock knock* There was another round of knocks at the door, followed by a familiar, pleasant female voice: "Is everyone here? May I come in? I'm here to see Shawn Young—"
"Oh man! Another iPhone 4S delivery!!" The three roommates stared at Shawn like they'd seen a ghost, their mouths hanging open.
"Huh? How did you know I was bringing an iPhone 4S for Shawn? I had my relatives in Hong Kong reserve one, and it just arrived by express mail! You guys are really in the know—" The visitor at the door was none other than Joanna Gong, the department belle of the History Department.
Joanna Gong was dressed as a sporty beauty today—a light blue V-neck summer top, matching blue shorts, and cute blue sneakers. Her skin was naturally fair and smooth, radiating youthful energy. Her figure was both voluptuous and slender, her shiny hair tied back, accentuating her proud curves. Most dangerously, the V-neck revealed two round, snowy mounds and an impossibly deep cleavage! Jake Jewel couldn't take his eyes off her, wondering how he could get his own 'Miss Busty' to dress like that!
Joanna strolled in, pulled a box from her purple leather purse, and handed Shawn a shiny black iPhone 4S. "Here, this is for you! I can never reach you, but now, I shouldn't have any trouble finding you, right?"
"I—I—" Shawn Young stared at Joanna, speechless and a bit dazed, not taking the phone. His mind was in a whirl.
"Take it! I always knew you didn't have a proper phone. Now that I'm your girlfriend, buying you a phone isn't a big deal, right?" Joanna thought Shawn was just shy, so she stressed that she was his "girlfriend." She pressed the phone into his hand, her pretty face blushing as she sneaked a look at the other three roommates' reactions.
The three roommates were stunned. They howled together, huddled up, shaking their heads and gaping at Shawn in disbelief, totally dumbfounded!
Joanna hadn't expected such a reaction. Blushing, she whispered to them, "I—I just started dating Shawn, and giving him a phone like this—no need to freak out so much, right?"
The three roommates just stared at Shawn like he was a monster, ignoring Joanna's words. Shawn, embarrassed by their stares, quickly explained, "Uh—Joanna—they've never gotten gifts from a girl before, so they're a bit overwhelmed. Don't mind them!"
"Oh! Okay, I get it, hehe—I'm not feeling well, so I'm heading back to my dorm. If you want to see me, just call!" Joanna had just gotten her period, so after giving Shawn the phone, she was ready to leave.
"Okay! You go rest up! When you're feeling better, I'll come find you!" Shawn knew exactly what Joanna meant by "not feeling well." The thought of her recovering and finally getting together made him extra excited—his manhood was already reacting uncontrollably.
Joanna clearly noticed Shawn's reaction. Blushing, she leaned in and whispered in his ear, "You naughty boy, my number and photo are already saved in the phone! The photo's password is 5352xx—remember it! Only you can see it, don't show the others!"
With that, Joanna left Shawn, her face burning and looking especially alluring. She slipped to the door, waved, and said, "Bye-bye—" to Shawn and the three stunned roommates before hurrying off.
Once Joanna was gone, Shawn stared at the iPhone 4S in his hand, dazed. He realized that in just a short time, four gorgeous girls had come to give him four identical phones—he must've set some kind of record!
Sure enough, after a moment of shock and brain fog, the three roommates snapped out of it. The first thing they did was worship their new god—dragging over a stool, setting up an ashtray, lighting three cigarettes, and bowing to Shawn Young with utmost reverence!
"Please! Master Shawn! Teach us your secrets for picking up girls!"
"I bow! I bow! I bow again! Master Shawn, please bless us! Teach us the real tricks!"
"I worship you, from the bottom of my heart! Teach me a few moves, Shawn! Please! You can't hog all the beauties to yourself—leave a few for us! I'm begging you—"
The three roommates howled and worshipped Shawn Young like madmen, leaving him at a complete loss for words.