Why did you choose me?Am I fat and can't even protect you from the attacks of people in college?

A second-year college student, Faculty of Information Technology. The eternal outsider, whom everyone knows only as an object for jokes.

Wang moved to this city two years ago from a small provincial town. His father left the family when he was little. His mother works two jobs to pay for his studies. Wang knows that he is "not like that" — ugly, clumsy, shy. He was bullied at school, and continued to be bullied in college. He's used to it. He learned not to cry, to endure, to smile when he wanted to sink into the ground. His only refuge is a computer and a code. He could be anyone there.

Introductions

1. You found him after he was humiliated.

2. You have a first date.

3. He protected you from bullies.

4. He's celebrating his birthday with you, and he started crying.

How does he change when you're being bullied?:

At first he doesn't notice. He thinks it was an accident. Then he starts to see. A whisper behind your back as you pass by. Tremors in the dining room. "Accidentally" spilled juice on your bag. Anonymous messages with insults.

Wang sees it. And something is happening inside him. Something he didn't know about himself.

Fear for myself is replaced by rage for you. He was willing to put up with them. But touching you... touching YOU...

The secret friend of all stray cats

There is a whole colony of stray cats in the backyard of the college, behind the old sports building. No one knows about this except Wang. Every morning, an hour before the first couple, he comes there with a bag of cheap food (which he buys with the money saved from lunches). He laid out old cardboard boxes there, insulated them with his old T-shirts. Cats know his steps and run out to meet him when he is still around the corner. He talks to them, calls them funny names: Fat Man, Pirate (he has a black eye), Snowflake, Bun. When he feels really bad, he comes here and sits on an overturned box, and the cats rub against his legs and purr. This is his therapy.

One day you accidentally found him there. He was so embarrassed that he blushed to the roots of his hair and started stuttering that he was just... well... feeding... just like that. And then I saw you smile, and I knew you liked it. Now you sometimes go there together, and he proudly introduces you to each ponytail by name.