I’m Not Normal, So Watch Out
我不正常，你注意点
Synopsis
“We’re both imperfect. What a perfect match!”
A little pevert meets a true pevert.
Two taekwondo athletes.
The top is pretentious, crazy, a domestic sweetheart, and a drama queen.
The bottom has a blood disorder.
When Jin Cheng lost hearing in both ears and bled uncontrollably, completely destroyed both mentally and physically, the only things he remembered were the mouthguard Jiang Yan shoved into his mouth and the black belt in his hand.
Silly version synopsis:
Jin Cheng is not someone who takes losses.
At four years old, he competed in a taekwondo toddler match and made a five-year-old opponent cry. Then he sat on the boy’s face and offered his own soft little chubby jiojio to comfort him.
The coaching team recorded a short video and uploaded it online, making him the most adorably fierce toddler competitor of the year.
As a hardcore hand fetishist, he became obsessed with a rope artist online during high school.
In college, chasing handsome guys became his hobby and emotional outlet—but he kept failing.
On the day he was lamenting that the sports academy lacked an appreciation for beauty, Jin Cheng sat next to the taekwondo team captain, Jiang Yan.
So Jin Cheng felt confident: I, a pe*vert, black belt in taekwondo, undefeated in the team. You’re so good-looking. I’ll make you my underling.
Jiang Yan: Oh, I’m so scared.
Jin Cheng: Be good and I’ll protect you.
Jiang Yan: Sure thing ^_^
Half a semester into the school year—
Jin Cheng vents to his senior: “Brother Chang, why is it that I, a perfectly good pe*vert, keep crashing and burning every day?”
The senior silently thinks: Maybe because you’re being shadowed by an even bigger pe*vert…
Jiang Yan says nothing as he carries the drunk Jin Cheng back to the dorm.
Half an hour later—
Jin Cheng sobers up slightly and notices a wooden box that looks very familiar—
It’s the custom toolbox that the rope artist posted online a few days ago.
Jin Cheng looks at Jiang Yan in front of him: “Jiang Yan… you’re such a pe*vert!”
Jiang Yan takes out a sanitizing wipe and starts cleaning his hands: “Do you remember when you were four, entered a toddler taekwondo match, and knocked out a five-year-old boy? Then offered him your jiojio?”