Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 143

"W-what? Marriage? The kind I’m thinking of? Are you serious? Not joking?"

"Of course I’m joking. Who decides to get married just because of a magazine spread?"

Evelyn shrugged and laughed.

"I just said it because he’s so cute and handsome. He’s got that raw masculinity too."

"Yeah, I get it. Honestly, faces like that are pretty rare."

"Rare? More like one of a kind. I’ve never seen anyone this good-looking before."

Her manager nodded in agreement.

There wasn’t a single lie in Evelyn’s words.

‘Where did they even find a guy like this?’

The cover itself was incredibly simple.

They stripped away all the usual flashy captions used to highlight models,

Leaving only three words:

Kim Donghu. Actor. Boxer.

Nothing else.

It was bold—daring readers to buy the magazine to learn more.

And it proved why they could afford that confidence.

‘If you cover his face, it’s just a muscular guy wearing a leather jacket with his shirt off.’

The pose was equally plain—

One hand running through his hair, the other resting by his side.

It was a standard, masculine pose you’d see in magazines all the time.

But—

‘It’s completely different depending on who’s doing it.’

His face elevated it to another level.

Maybe because he was still young, there was no overt sensuality.

But everything else about him was so perfect that it didn’t matter.

"Just looking at this, it’ll sell over a million copies."

Evelyn casually twirled her golden hair as she spoke.

Her manager briefly glanced at her.

Porcelain skin, sapphire-like eyes,

And golden waves of hair.

She looked like the definition of a Western beauty—

The kind that could make people stop and stare no matter how often they saw her.

"This guy’s definitely going to be huge."

Evelyn continued flipping through the pages.

Flip. Flip.

She turned one page, then another,

Searching for something—until she suddenly stopped.

"His manager’s a girl? Same age... and they’re really close, huh?"

The photo showed Kim Donghu and Shin Yerin pressed tightly together.

Like they were dancing the tango.

Their waists locked in an intimate embrace,

And Kim Donghu’s lips grazing Yerin’s neck.

"I’m cool, so this doesn’t bother me."

It was undeniably provocative.

"The girl’s got talent too. She must be a model."

"Really?"

"Yeah, you can tell she’s barely hiding her embarrassment but still nailed the shot."

But honestly, my body’s way better.

Evelyn walked toward a full-length mirror.

There was no real comparison.

She was already 22,

While the girl in the magazine was still just a teenage rookie.

Regardless—

"I’d really like to meet him someday."

"Huh?"

"I want to see him in person. Maybe I’ll drop by Korea when I have time."

Evelyn concluded her thoughts.

"His interview... It’s so bold I wonder if he’s just bluffing."

Her manager chuckled as they skimmed the interview again.

‘Is it confidence from youth? Or real faith in his abilities?’

The manager kept reading the page.

Q: You said your goal is the gold medal in Rio. Is that true?

A: Yes. My goal is the heavyweight gold medal at the Rio Olympics.

Q: With so many strong competitors, do you have a message for them?

A: Forfeiting is the safest way to lose against me.

It was an interview that truly lived up to the word hot.

*****

Kim Donghu’s bold interview exploded in popularity.

Podcasts were flooded with discussions about him.

One in particular caught everyone’s attention—

A live podcast where WBC heavyweight boxers evaluated Kim Donghu.

"Did you guys see that recent interview? It’s all over the place."

"Of course. I couldn’t believe it. An Asian kid talking like that?"

"And he’s young—just turned 19."

"Wait, doesn’t that mean he can’t compete in the Olympics yet?"

"No, he’ll be eligible next year once he’s legally an adult."

"First Olympics. Heavyweight. Gold medal. Asian? Wow. None of that fits together."

"Exactly. It sounds ridiculous—unless you remember he’s Drake Gym’s Young Boss."

Drake Gym’s Young Boss.

The host’s comment made the guests freeze.

"Wait, really? That Asian kid is the Young Boss?"

"Yeah, confirmed by Drake himself. He even sent us a video."

"A video? What kind of video?"

"One to prove this isn’t just hype."

It’s probably edited. No point watching.

Why should we care about some Asian kid?

He’s just a teenager—obviously not good enough.

The chat exploded with dismissive comments.

The podcast viewers didn’t really want to see his skills.

They wanted mockery.

Racism, scorn, and jokes about an arrogant Asian teenager.

They weren’t hoping to be impressed.

But—

"Calm down. We’re professionals. Let’s give this a fair look."

"Exactly. We’re here to evaluate, not mock."

"We didn’t invite pros for nothing. Roll the video."

The host and guests played the video sent by Drake.

It showed Kim Donghu sparring.

One-two. One. One.

Step. Step. One-two. One. One.

There wasn’t much to analyze.

Just textbook movements—perfect form.

What’s this? Nothing special.

See? Asians can’t box.

I don’t get why he’s so confident. LOL.

Who ran this through Google Translate?