Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 231

Hype was like a fire.

It didn’t grow on its own.

You had to keep adding fuel to make it bigger.

At this point, the public still had no idea that the fight was scheduled for next May.

So from now on, it was time to stir things up and build a proper narrative.

And in that sense, today’s remarks from the current WBC Heavyweight Champion, Edward Maxwell,

were practically the starting gun for this story.

"I’ve watched all his fights. The Olympics, the Asian Games... They were all against weaklings."

Since boxing split into four major organizations,

not a single Asian fighter had ever held the heavyweight title in any of them.

So when an Asian fighter won the heavyweight division at the Olympics,

people called it a miracle or history in the making—

but Edward found those words downright laughable.

"A so-called ‘Asian miracle’... a ‘symbol of hope’... Give me a break. He’s never even fought on the pro circuit."

Did he have an insane record?

An absurd number of TKO wins? Sure.

But.

"Look, how many so-called ‘undefeated’ fighters have come and gone?

How many guys have set insane records and still flopped in the pros?"

To him, it was all meaningless.

Especially because it was happening in Asia.

"Nobody’s ever won before, so now they’re making a huge deal over a fluke win.

Blah, blah, blah."

It was utterly pathetic.

Edward openly trashed Kim Donghu.

The interviewer, caught off guard, looked nervous.

"Uh, d-do you really want to say all that on record? Maybe tone it down a little..."

"Nah, it’s fine. Write it all. Exactly as I said it."

Initially, the interview was meant to be just a casual chat.

There wasn’t even a proper rivalry storyline in place yet.

‘Didn’t expect him to be this hostile... Why the hell is he so pissed?’

Edward was letting out way too much emotion for this to be just trash talk.

It was the kind of rage you’d expect from a personal grudge.

What the hell was going on?

Then—

"Can’t really say much about that without causing a controversy,

but let’s just say...

He got lucky and landed a movie deal, and now he’s hanging around... her.

Ah, no, forget it. Skip that part."

Edward just spelled it out.

Every keyword needed to explain the situation was right there.

Movie.

Her.

Tarzan and Evelyn.

And just like that, it all made sense.

This wasn’t just some publicity stunt to boost the fight’s hype.

It was one of the most primal human emotions—

Jealousy.

"Don’t print that last part. I got carried away and said something stupid."

"Understood. Uh, moving on... What’s your assessment of his boxing style?"

"Obvious. He’s got no stamina. Twelve rounds? He’ll never last.

All his fights combined don’t even add up to four rounds."

A jealous tirade hiding behind professional critique.

"Not to mention, his body is too stiff."

"Stiff?"

"Yeah. That so-called ‘heavyweight power’ of his? It’s unnecessary."

And most boxing analysts don’t even call it a punch—

They say he’s just pushing.

"You know what that means?"

He wanted engagement.

The interviewer played along.

"It means anyone can do that. It’s nothing special."

Edward didn’t hold back.

"Listen up, Tarzan. I won’t say this twice.

Quit hiding behind a woman and playing house in the modern world.

Step into the ring.

Let me show you what it means to be a real man in this era."

And with that, the interview ended.

‘...This is gonna explode.’

As soon as the interviewer toned down the ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) language and published the article—

【 Edward just started a war. 】

The internet went nuclear.

***

While the internet was on fire over Edward’s comments,

the Tarzan set had no idea what was happening.

Because at that moment—

something far more urgent was unfolding.

"Evelyn! Calm down! It’s okay! It was just a mistake!

Nobody thinks anything weird about it!"

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Filming had been put on hold since Evelyn ran off,

and now her manager was frantically knocking on the door, trying to talk her down.

"But how can I?! Even if everyone else says it’s fine, I think it’s weird!"

This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.

Her response was the same every time.

"Everyone makes mistakes!"

"Yeah?! Well, I bet I’m the only person in the world who’s ever accidentally used tongue in a light peck scene!"

This was way beyond a simple mistake.

The entire shoot had been ruined because of a very obvious display of desire.

How the hell was she supposed to stay calm?!

‘Did I... Did I look like a total pervert?

Like some overly experienced playgirl?

What if people think I’ve had a ton of past lovers?!’

Just imagining it made her want to die.

No, actually—this was partially Donghu’s fault too.

‘Why the hell did he have to show up now and ruin my life?!’

Everyone knew how dangerous first love was.

If he was going to mess her up this badly,

he should have at least shown up in high school so she could prepare for it!

Why now, of all times?!

‘How am I supposed to focus on work?!

How am I supposed to build my career like this?!’

She was already losing her mind every time she saw the edited music video clips.

And now, after that disaster of a kiss scene? And with tongue, of all things?

Her blue eyes darted around anxiously.

Evelyn stared at her golden hair in the mirror and ran her fingers through it.

Objectively speaking...

‘He wouldn’t... be too upset about it, right?

I mean... I’m pretty.’

Maybe, just maybe,

he’d see it as a cute mistake, since it came from a beautiful woman.

Clinging onto that shred of hope,

Evelyn continued to mercilessly punch her pillow.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

"Why the hell did my first love start at twenty-five,

and why is it ruining my life?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?!"

As she was still venting her frustrations—

Knock, knock, knock.

"I said I’m not coming out! And stop knocking already!"

"Should I come back later?"

Kim Donghu had arrived.

"W-WHAT?! N-no, wait! Wait, wait, wait!"

She couldn’t even talk properly.