What Levels Are They

Su Yang spread his arms wide, savoring every moment of this fleeting experience.

Qiuqiu then wrapped her arms around him as they spun through the air, and Su Yang couldn't help but shout excitedly.

The rapid descent didn’t last long before the ground rushed up to meet them.

When they were about 1,500 meters above the ground, Qiuqiu swiftly deployed the parachute.

The moment it opened, the two jerked upward sharply.

The sensation of weightlessness returned briefly before fading away again.

From then on, their descent slowed considerably. Qiuqiu expertly guided the parachute, and soon they touched down on a wide, grassy field.

After jogging a short distance to steady themselves, Su Yang yelled, "Whoa!! That was amazing!!"

[Ding! Detecting the host’s continued enjoyment—reward: 1 million.]

"How was it?" Qiuqiu asked from behind him.

Su Yang paused, then laughed. "An incredible feeling. I think I might get addicted to this."

"Haha, right? Skydiving’s a blast."

As they chatted, they unbuckled their harnesses.

Su Yang glanced up at the sky, where Zhizi and Tang Ziyun were just about to land.

Above them, four more pairs were descending: Meng Wenzhou with Xia Keke, and Liu Bo with Zhang Ziming.

Su Yang had been the first to land, and he waited on the ground until the others arrived one by one.

Meng Wenzhou let out an exhilarated shout as soon as he touched down.

Tang Ziyun walked over to Su Yang, her earlier nervousness replaced by excitement.

"So? Fun, right?"

Tang Ziyun nodded. "Not bad. I was terrified before jumping, but once we were in the air, it wasn’t so bad."

"Exactly. The only intense parts were the initial jump and when the parachute opened. The rest was pure thrill—way better than a rollercoaster."

As they discussed the experience, Meng Wenzhou and the others joined them.

"So, Lao Su, how’d you like it?"

Su Yang grinned. "Absolutely fantastic. I’d do it again in a heartbeat."

"Haicheng has a few skydiving centers. Just let me know when you want to go—I can hook you up."

"Deal."

"By the way, who exactly are you bringing later?" Su Yang asked with a smirk.

Meng Wenzhou raised an eyebrow. "You know exactly what I mean—all beauties, great figures, and very... open-minded."

"Oh? Do elaborate on ‘open-minded.’"

"Hah! You get the idea. But don’t get any ideas—your sister’s watching you like a hawk. What could you even do?"

"Can’t I just appreciate the view? I’m a total gentleman," Su Yang joked.

Meng Wenzhou shoved him playfully. "Yeah, right. Gentleman my ass."

"Seriously, though, not a single guy in the group?"

"You want guys?"

"Nah, just curious. How many are coming?"

Meng Wenzhou thought for a moment. "Hmm, probably four or five. Not sure if they’ll bring friends, but at least four—those are the ones I personally invited."

"Nice. What’s their caliber? Any on Tang Ziyun’s level?"

Meng Wenzhou rolled his eyes. "Dream on. Girls like her don’t grow on trees. But they’re all solid, especially in the figure department."

While they bantered, Liu Bo and Zhang Ziming—the unlucky duo—approached.

"What’re you two whispering about?" Zhang Ziming asked.

"Just chatting. How were your male instructors?"

"Ugh! Don’t even ask. Dude was built like a tank—crushed me the whole way down!" Liu Bo grumbled.

"Enough about that. I need to get back and recharge with some eye candy."

Once everyone regrouped, they followed the instructors to a shuttle that took them back to the skydiving center.

On the ride, Su Yang turned to Meng Wenzhou. "Lao Meng, do you have any leads on villas in Haicheng?"

Meng Wenzhou perked up. "Oh? Looking to buy one?"

"Yeah, thinking about it."

"Perfect timing. What’s your budget? Any location preferences?"

Su Yang considered. "Somewhere not too remote, nice surroundings. Budget’s around 40 to 50 million."

Meng Wenzhou glanced upward, calculating. "That’s plenty for Haicheng. How big?"

"Not too huge—around 800 square meters. Ideally with a yard and pool, move-in ready. Could host parties occasionally."

"Tons of options. I’ll ask around when we’re back—guaranteed you’ll love what I find."

Su Yang clapped him on the shoulder. "Appreciate it, man."

"Don’t mention it. Easy favor."

Soon, they arrived at the skydiving center, where Old Wang stood waiting at the entrance.

Spotting their shuttle, he greeted them warmly. "Young Master Meng, did you enjoy the jump?"

"Not bad. Your instructors know their stuff."

Old Wang grinned. "Of course! Come on in, take a break. I’ve got premium Pu’er tea ready."

Meng Wenzhou waved him off. "No need. Just take us back—we’ve got plans."

"Ah, understood. Wouldn’t want to delay you. I’ll drive you to the hotel myself."

Fifteen minutes later, the Buick Century minivan pulled up at the X Hotel entrance.

As they stepped out, Old Wang followed, exchanging pleasantries before finally leaving.

Su Yang checked his watch: 11:25 a.m.

The group took the hotel shuttle back to Villa No. 1.

Inside, four women were lounging in the living room, snacking on fruit and singing karaoke.

Su Yang was surprised to hear Pan Ning’s voice—she was singing the famous ballad Later.

"Later, I finally learned how to love...

But you were long gone, lost in the crowd..."

Su Yang brightened and clapped. "Bravo!"

Pan Ning shot him a sidelong glance but finished the song.

"You’re back already?" Liu Meng asked.

"Skydiving’s quick," Liu Bo replied, plopping down beside her.

"Was it fun?"

"Fun, yeah, but missing something."

"Like what?"

"A female instructor," Su Yang quipped.

"Ugh, don’t remind me," Liu Bo groaned.

After some more banter, Su Yang walked behind the bar and turned on the coffee machine to preheat.

"Who wants coffee?"

"Me! Me!" Several hands shot up.

"You know how to make coffee?"

"Yep."

"Seriously? I need my daily fix," Liu Meng said, joining him at the machine.

"Is there anything you can’t do?"

"I worked at a café in college. Got bored."

"Ah, makes sense."

Su Yang glanced at her. "Why not just ask the staff to make it?"

"Uh... didn’t think of that."

He chuckled. "Give the machine a minute, then I’ll whip some up."

"Can you do latte art?" Tang Ziyun walked over and asked.

"Of course I can!"

"Then could you make a little heart for me later?"

...