Yao was very surprised to find Arthur outside the infirmary, nursing a black eye and a sprained wrist. Beside him stood Im Yong-Soo, a first-year who had followed Yao, or rather Chun Yan, around like a puppy all semester. At this moment, he was trying to staunch a bloody nose with a handful of tissues and, when those were inadequate, his sleeve.

"What happened?"

"Your pet fresher here," Arthur hissed, pointing at Yong-Soo, "decided to take it upon himself to show me the error of my ways, and he's stronger than he looks."

"'Error of' ..." Yao looked at Yong-Soo. "What?"

"Well, he dumped you!" Yong-Soo said, muffled by a wad of tissues. "That's a horrible thing to do to a pregnant girl."

Yao rolled his eyes. "Kid, I dumped him ... wait, what?!"

"Well, I heard he was your last boyfriend. But I guess I got the timing wrong - sorry, Arthur. You look really good, though, Chun Yan, you're not showing at all!"

Yao gaped at Yong-Soo. "You think I'm pregnant?"

"I told him it wasn't mine if you were!" Arthur interrupted. "He just punched me harder!"

"You know, if you need any support, I'm here," Yong-Soo said sweetly, putting a hand on Yao's shoulder.

Yao ignored Arthur and shoved Yong-Soo away. "Why do you think I'm pregnant?"

"I heard it from Natalya who heard it from her sister, then again from my sister who heard it from Michelle, and they both say they heard it from Francis," the boy explained. A nasty gleam appeared in Yao's eyes. Yong-Soo shrank backwards and mumbled "I take it you're not pregnant? Um, in that case, you really ought to go to Chemistry Room 1, like, now. I was supposed to take you there, but I have to get this broken nose dealt with."