This? How can the plot be so melodramatically cliché? Everybody knows my sister isn't interested in ordinary guys, and although Fatty can't be considered ordinary, Zhang Xiaobo should still come off as utterly average among us all in this Time-Space Transfer Device; nothing about him shines brighter than the rest, rather he's just another regular Joe. Yet, look at the company inside this Time-Space Transfer Device.
But then again, even if Zhang Xiaobo is not ordinary, Blade Warrior has never considered him, and he's also a fatty.
Next, she forcefully shoves the fatty aside and slaps him hard, snapping him fully awake.
"Go wash your face and clear that fuzzy brain of yours."
That slap brings Zhang Xiaobo fully back to his senses. A bit dejected, a bit helpless, and somewhat out of sorts, he drags his weary body into the washroom; he hurriedly washes his face without even using soap, then pushes open the door and steps into the hall.
