Outdoor Little Bodhisattva

A few minutes later, Su Yang barely managed to finish a dance with Qiao Xiyue.

Qiao Xiyue gazed at him with an alluring look. "You learn fast."

Su Yang smiled. "Really? It’s mostly because you’re a good teacher."

Qiao Xiyue tilted her head slightly and grinned. "You’re pretty smooth with words."

"I mean it. I’m not just flattering you."

She pursed her lips. "Then... can I add you on WeChat?"

"Of course." The two stepped away from the dance floor.

After quickly exchanging contacts, Qiao Xiyue shot Su Yang another tempting glance before turning to join Ye Wan and the others.

Su Yang knew exactly what she was implying—if he wanted, he could have a new companion tonight.

But while dancing, he had already discreetly asked his system for her basic info.

Looks: 78. Figure: 82. For an ordinary person, those numbers weren’t bad at all—she could easily be called a beauty.

But her relationship history and "battle count" were slightly high—five and six, respectively.

Adding her on WeChat was just out of politeness. Pretending not to notice her hints, he turned and went back to sit beside Meng Wenzhou.

Meng Wenzhou smirked as Su Yang returned. "Man, you’ve got some serious luck with women. What’s your secret?"

Ji Bo, who had been listening nearby, immediately leaned in, eager to learn.

Su Yang blinked. "What secret? I don’t have one."

"You’re holding out on us, huh? Aren’t we brothers?"

Su Yang laughed helplessly. "Seriously, I got nothing. Maybe it’s just because I’m good-looking?"

"Get outta here. Are you saying I’m not?"

"Yeah, Yang-ge, you saying our Meng-ge isn’t handsome?"

"Handsome? More like handsome—if you mean a cricket."

Meng Wenzhou shoved him playfully. "For real, share some wisdom."

"It’s not that I don’t want to. I just don’t have anything to share. I swear."

"Tch..."

Su Yang thought for a moment, then grinned. "How about you get a gym membership? You’ve already got the face—just work on your physique, and you might reach my level."

Meng Wenzhou rolled his eyes. "Why would I need a membership? I own a gym."

"Wait, what? Then why aren’t you working out?"

"I just opened it for fun. I’ve got zero interest in exercising. Love it when people pay to train there, but I can’t be bothered myself."

"That’s no good. Look at you—no muscle at all. You don’t need to bulk up, just define your lines. You know Wanhao, right?"

Meng Wenzhou frowned, then chuckled. "You mean Jianfa?"

"Yeah, him! His build is killer—even I think so."

Meng Wenzhou smirked. "I know him. We used to be pretty close."

"Oh? You know him? You don’t keep in touch anymore?" Su Yang tilted his head.

"Nah. He went into acting for a while, then quit. We just drifted apart."

Su Yang paused. "Well, it makes sense you’d know some celebrities. What about Dilraba? You know her?"

Meng Wenzhou gave him a deadpan look. "Nope, don’t know her. But why? What’s your angle?"

"What angle? I just figured if you knew her, you could hook me up with an autographed photo or something."

"You’re a fan?"

"Aren’t you?"

"...Fair."

"We’re getting off track. Back to the gym talk. Seriously, train a bit—get to Jingfu’s level."

"Fine, I’ll think about it."

"Can I join?" Ji Bo, who had been quietly listening, suddenly raised his hand.

"You?"

"Yeah, I wanna get in shape too."

"If you wanna train, just go to my gym. I’ll put in a word—no charge."

Ji Bo grinned. "Nah, I don’t need it free. I just need someone to keep me motivated."

"Not sure I’ll have time to train with you, though..."

"Oh..."

Then Su Yang remembered something. "Oh, right—we’re going camping tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Your little sister insisted."

"Damn it!! No matter how hard I try, I can’t escape her."

Su Yang laughed. "You need to move around more. Camping’s fun."

Meng Wenzhou shook his head. "You don’t know Pan Ning like I do. You think ‘camping’ just means camping?"

"What else is there?"

With a sigh, Meng Wenzhou gestured with his hands. "Besides camping, she’ll definitely drag us into hiking, mountain climbing, or even exploring some random remote wilderness."

Su Yang raised an eyebrow. "How do you know all this?"

"How? Because I’ve been her victim before. Last time, a few of us almost died from exhaustion."

"That bad?" Ji Bo’s eyes widened.

"Worse. That’s why I never want to go with her. She always adds extra ‘activities.’ You think we’re going to relax? Think again. Everything she does is physically draining."

Su Yang wasn’t worried about the physical part—his stats were high enough that he didn’t even break a sweat.

Hiking? No problem. Climbing a mountain nonstop and running back down? Easy.

He shrugged. "Well, too late now. We already agreed..."

"My dear, dear sister..."

Meng Wenzhou slumped back in his chair, looking utterly defeated.

Su Yang patted his shoulder. "Relax. I’ve got your back."

"Not a chance. You’ll see—outdoors, she’s like a completely different person. I call her the Outdoor Bodhisattva."

"The Out—pffft." Su Yang burst out laughing but quickly stifled it, glancing around nervously. "Does she... know about that?"

"You think I’d tell her? She’d murder me! She might seem all cold and composed normally, but in the wild? Total savage."

"But keep this between us, okay?" Meng Wenzhou suddenly paused, sensing something off.

He sat up straight, panic flashing across his face. "Wait—Su Yang, you... you wouldn’t tell her, right?"

Su Yang grinned. "Don’t worry. I... probably won’t."

"Probably?! No ‘probably’! This is a matter of life and death! Ugh, why do I feel like someone’s eavesdropping behind me?"

Meng Wenzhou spun around—only to see Pan Ning standing there, arms crossed, staring silently at him.

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