When a Guy Says He Wants to See Your Legs, It's Not Really About the Legs...

When I woke up, it was already 2 PM.

Rubbing her bleary eyes, Xia Yanchun pouted slightly as she sat up, her neck stiff and her arms tingling as if zapped by electricity. The midday nap had been far from comfortable—no air conditioning allowed, the sweltering heat leaving her skin sticky.

All thanks to that lunatic Shen Nian.

Shen Nian had returned to his seat while Xia Yanchun was still asleep. After staring at her face for over a decade, he found no thrill in secretly ogling her. Watching her was less entertaining than watching the letter "S."

Childhood friends (Xia Yanchun) could never compete with serendipitous encounters (the English letter S).

Unless it was about checking out her legs.

You know, when a guy says he wants to "check out legs," it’s not really about the legs. What he truly wants is to understand the path the girl has walked, to glimpse the joys and sorrows she’s experienced.

Xia Yanchun had endured countless hardships in her life, and Shen Nian undoubtedly cared—just in his own way, expressed through "checking out legs." Caring about legs is still caring, isn’t it?

As for who caused those hardships, Shen Nian believed it was best not to meddle in others’ affairs.

There were still three classes left in the afternoon, and Shen Nian felt a wave of drowsiness.

[High Spirits] wasn’t invincible. Though his physical recovery was strong, the strain on his body kept increasing, and the restorative effects couldn’t keep up. He couldn’t maintain peak condition forever.

Even the system bro understood physics—there was no such thing as a perpetual motion machine.

Shen Nian gave the system some credit and decided to sneak a nap during math class.

The most respectful episode toward the math teacher yet.

The math teacher was kind-hearted and beautiful, even though she always lost the battle to steal P.E. classes whenever it rained. But she was still kind-hearted and beautiful.

Especially toward Shen Nian.

After all, there were hardly any students in the school who scored higher than him in math. 140 was the limit for ordinary folks—beyond that, it was all about innate talent. No amount of effort could bridge that gap.

Talent won’t give you chiseled muscles, but a vegetable peeler will.

Talent won’t give you a perfect physique, but a pillow will—you can always dream.

Talent won’t give you bulging muscles, and let’s be honest, even hard work might not either.

Still, effort mattered.

Shen Nian had once met an air force officer who, through sheer determination, earned his honors and became a decorated pilot.

After school, Shen Nian headed straight home for a shower.

The heat was brutal—even walking back made him sweat. With evening self-study still hours away, feeling sticky was just unbearable.

Shen Nian would return to school in refreshed form.

But before that, he made a detour to a milk tea shop.

The place was bustling, on the verge of being overwhelmed with orders. The staff were scrambling to keep up, and students in various school uniforms filled the seats.

Shen Nian ordered two roasted milk teas. After paying, a WeChat notification popped up.

It was from the [Fishing Uncle] who had bought fish from him last time. The message was just a photo—a selfie of the uncle holding a fish roughly the length from fingertip to elbow.

[Fishing Uncle]: "Kid, check it out. Big, huh?"

Shen Nian was baffled. Like, uncle, if you’re gonna flex your catch, at least type properly?

Anyone seeing this might assume some weird relationship.

There was another detail in the photo—a tiny fish, no bigger than a pinky, in the corner bucket.

Seriously? After all those failed fishing trips, the uncle was resorting to baby fish now?

What happened to sustainable fishing and sparing the juveniles?

Big Fish: "Don’t worry, son. You’re the pride of our clan. Those river-dwellers seem bound by rules—they won’t come for you."

Fry: "Got it, Dad. Huh? What’s this? chomp"

Fry: "Dad, don’t make dinner for me tonight."

Overnight bestseller: Breaking the River, by Riverweed Seafern.

Chapter 1: The Fallen Prodigy.

Chapter 2: Breaded and Fried.

Shen Nian typed furiously in reply.

[Shen Nian]: "Uncle, let the small one go." (circled the tiny fish in the bucket.jpg)

[Fishing Uncle]: "Don’t sweat the small stuff. Just tell me—is this one big or what?"

[Shen Nian]: "Who’d you buy it from this time?"

[Fishing Uncle]: "Kid, I swear, this was 100% caught by me. I fished all day!"

[Fishing Uncle]: "If I’m lying, I’ll introduce you to my daughter. No, wait—my nephew too. Please, believe me! I’ll even send you 50 yuan. Just trust me!"

[Fishing Uncle]: 60s voice message

[Fishing Uncle]: 60s voice message

That day, the uncle rose.

That day, the meltdown began.

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