Su Bai's floating board offensive capabilities were ultimately limited, far inferior to the water gun in Jiang Qiuran's hands.
So what's the simplest way to deal with a shooter?
Close combat!
Suddenly, Su Bai abandoned the floating board, diving underwater and swimming straight toward Jiang Qiuran, eliciting a startled shriek from her.
"Ahhh, don’t come any closer… Haha, s-stop it…"
Su Bai wrapped his arms around Jiang Qiuran and immediately tickled her weak spots.
Having grown up together, they knew each other’s vulnerabilities by heart.
Caught off guard, Jiang Qiuran burst into uncontrollable giggles.
Within moments, she could barely keep her balance in the pool, quickly surrendering to Su Bai’s mercy.
"I was wrong, I was wrong! Wuwu… Bai, please let me go…"
Whether she was genuinely afraid of more tickling or seizing the chance to confess her feelings was unclear.
Her tearful, laughter-streaked face was nothing short of breathtaking.
Even Su Bai, long accustomed to Jiang Qiuran’s beauty, was momentarily stunned.
Only then did he release his grip on her slender waist.
"Ugh, you’ve ruined my makeup…" Jiang Qiuran pouted.
"Didn’t you apply waterproof setting spray? With your usual meticulousness, I’d expect no less. Then you’d splash water to ruin other girls’ makeup and revel in some twisted satisfaction…"
"Hey! I’m not that evil?!"
Exposed, Jiang Qiuran flusteredly swatted at him.
This was one of Su Bai’s most infuriating habits—calling out her "green tea" antics.
But that’s what close friends do—they tease and expose each other.
After their playful scuffle, Jiang Qiuran felt a long-lost happiness.
Well, not that long—just about two months, to be exact.
Ever since their fallout.
Being the universally adored beauty had been glamorous at first, but over time, Jiang Qiuran grew weary of it.
Life felt increasingly dull.
The flattery and attention all came with ulterior motives.
Let’s be real—the guys fawning over her just wanted to sleep with her.
The realization made life seem bleak.
But Jiang Qiuran knew the problem wasn’t life itself. Most ordinary lives were far more monotonous than she’d imagined.
Looking back, she realized Su Bai was the exception—the one extraordinary spark in her world.
A childhood friend like him was irreplaceable.
Yet she’d messed up spectacularly. Regret gnawed at her.
Her nose tingled with emotion as she wrapped her arms around Su Bai’s neck, whispering in his ear:
"You’re the best… I regret everything. Let’s never drift apart again, okay?"
Her voice trembled with unshed tears.
Meanwhile…
Su Bai…
Hiss…
Encouraged by his reaction, Jiang Qiuran blinked, her warm breath sweet against his skin.
"I’d do anything for you—whether we’re out, at school, or back in our hometown during breaks… Mhm, when we’re home, no other girls will be around. You’d get lonely, wouldn’t you, Bai?"
[Ding! Jiang Qiuran’s affection +2. Current affection level: 89]
Her mix of shyness and boldness left Su Bai flustered.
He quickly activated his [Sigma Aura].
"Enough already!"
He flicked her forehead. "When were we ever ‘together’? Cut the theatrics—we’ve filmed enough vlog material, thanks. If you’ve got energy to burn, let’s race in the pool."
If this little temptress kept this up, they might as well skip the pool party and jump straight to…
Better stick to wholesome activities for now.
"Race?" Jiang Qiuran paused, then smirked. "You serious?"
Her skepticism was justified.
They’d learned swimming together as kids.
Their coach—a stern, retired provincial team athlete—was ruthlessly strict.
Jiang Qiuran handled it fine, but Su Bai’s rebellious streak clashed with the coach’s discipline.
He quit lessons and taught himself by splashing around in reservoirs.
Pure wildcard style—no way he could outswim her.
"Heh, digging your own grave, are you?"
"Don’t be so sure. You know what they say—‘After three days apart, view a man with new eyes.’ The soft, weak me is dead. Now? I’m terrifyingly strong!"
Bantering, they climbed onto the diving platform.
The Wan sisters cleared the central lane, cheering for Su Bai while timing the race on their phones.
"Three, two, one… GO!"
Jiang Qiuran’s peripheral vision caught Su Bai’s dive.
Instantly, alarm bells rang.
Wait—wasn’t he only good at doggy-paddle? Used to belly-flop like a depth charge! Since when’s he so graceful?!
No time to ponder. She swam hard.
By the lap’s end, Su Bai was far ahead.
Jiang Qiuran gaped.
"That speed could qualify for the school team! Has Bai been training these past two months?"
Su Bai maintained his lead effortlessly, even showboating with a backstroke stretch.
Fuming, Jiang Qiuran splashed over to claw at him like an irate kitten.
Another playful tussle ensued—until disaster struck.
Jiang Qiuran’s face twisted in pain.
"Ah—cramp! It hurts! Bai, help…"
Wan Xinyan’s eyes widened.
Oscar-worthy instant acting! Even Zhang Ziyi would applaud this performance.
But Su Bai recognized this wasn’t acting.
The cramp was real—likely from overexertion.
To prevent her drowning, he scooped her up, his muscular arms carrying her to the poolside.
After climbing out, he laid her on a soft mat and massaged her calf.
He’d handled cramps before.
During their growth spurts, both had woken up to leg cramps countless times, tending to each other.
The scene dredged up childhood memories.
Absently, Su Bai studied Jiang Qiuran’s leg.
By modern standards, it was a "manga leg"—slim, straight, and flawlessly smooth.
The pale, silky skin felt exquisite under his fingers.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
