"Yuanyuan, did something upset you?"
Liu Yuanyuan was still fuming when she turned her head and saw Jiang Qiuran climbing down from her bed.
Her face wore a concerned expression, but it didn’t come across as intrusive.
It instantly softened Liu Yuanyuan’s mood, and she sighed. "Ah, it’s not that big of a deal… Honestly, I should’ve seen it coming."
"Oh, well, as long as it’s nothing serious. But if you ever need help, just say the word. We’re roommates—we’ve got your back."
"Yeah, thanks."
"By the way, I was thinking of heading to that little shop outside campus to buy some hair ties. If you’re not planning to nap, wanna come with?"
After a brief hesitation, Liu Yuanyuan nodded. "Sure, let’s go!"
She had just finished arguing with Xue Tao and was still seething—no way she could nap now, not a chance.
At a time like this, an invitation to go shopping from her roommate was exactly what she needed.
Plus, she could vent to Jiang Qiuran about it.
Jiang Qiuran was one of the most popular girls on campus—well-liked, reasonable, and definitely someone who’d understand just how ridiculous Xue Tao was being.
In a way, Jiang Qiuran had perfectly gauged Liu Yuanyuan’s state of mind.
Girls often sought validation from their peers, especially from those who were widely admired. The more popular a girl was, the more weight her opinions carried among her friends.
And shopping trips were the perfect setting for heart-to-heart talks between close friends.
Though, to be fair, Jiang Qiuran and Liu Yuanyuan weren’t exactly besties.
This was all just part of Su Bai’s plan.
Jiang Qiuran had no qualms about using a bit of harmless "green tea" tactics—as long as it wasn’t outright malicious, she was fine with it.
Of course, when it came to Su Bai, her attitude was entirely different—she treated him with the sincerity of a devoted servant.
Half an hour later, inside a Miniso store at the off-campus shopping district…
"...Can you believe Xue Tao actually had the nerve to use Su Bai as an example? He said, ‘Look at Su Bai and Chen Yusheng—they’ve only been dating for a short while, but they’re already all over each other. So why can’t you give me a little something too?’ Like, seriously? How is he even comparable to Su Bai?"
"Totally," Jiang Qiuran agreed, nodding along.
But inwardly, she scoffed.
And how are you comparable to Chen Yusheng?
Besides, Su Bai and the top student Chen Yusheng were genuinely in love. What exactly did Liu Yuanyuan think her relationship with Xue Tao was? Did she even have any self-awareness?
Then again, Jiang Qiuran could tell—Liu Yuanyuan was the type who had no sense of her own limits.
Her material desires were huge, but her actual standing wasn’t anything special.
At least she got some juicy gossip out of it.
While Liu Yuanyuan browsed disposable face towels, Jiang Qiuran discreetly relayed the intel to Su Bai.
Smooth, swift, and undetected—like a top-tier spy.
Before wrapping up, she couldn’t resist adding:
[ASUka: MaSter, are You satisfied with this information?]
[CrispyWhiteGoose: Not bad.]
And just like that, Su Bai left her on read.
Cold as ice.
It reminded Jiang Qiuran of the mischievous, aloof Su Bai from their childhood.
Honestly? She was into it.
"So let me get this straight—Xue Tao got caught cheating, but instead of apologizing, he turned it around and accused Liu Yuanyuan of not being ‘devoted enough’? Then when she got mad, he backtracked and promised to buy her an LV bag? …Wait, did Liu Yuanyuan see Zhou Jialu’s bag and decide to use this as an opportunity to demand one for herself?"
Su Bai quickly pieced together the full story behind Liu Yuanyuan and Xue Tao’s fight.
What a mess.
These two were emotionally volatile and constantly scheming against each other.
Exhausting just to watch.
Su Bai would never want a relationship like that.
Sure, a little calculation was human nature—but there had to be limits, and the intent had to be for the other person’s good.
Sadly, most young people nowadays only looked out for themselves in relationships.
That kind of formulaic, transactional dating? No thanks.
As for now, Su Bai was playing on easy mode. With wealth to spare, even the crumbs he dropped were enough to keep girls happy.
Any smart girl would know better than to play mind games with him.
After savoring the drama, Su Bai took a satisfying nap.
When he woke up, he headed to the basketball court to meet up with his classmates for practice.
"Bai, you good? Not too worn out?"
"Huh? Why would I be?"
"Well, you were surrounded by beauties during the break. Just saying, if you’re running low on stamina, give us a heads-up…"
"Piss off. I’m in peak condition—you’ll see once we start playing."
Su Bai laughed as he traded banter with the class’s sports rep.
The rep was on the shorter side but built like a tank.
Rumor had it he’d trained in long-distance running and basketball in high school.
His basketball skills were solid, though not quite at the level of a dedicated athlete.
His long-distance running, however, was scholarship-worthy.
But his grades were good enough that he’d gotten into this top-tier university through regular admissions.
The upcoming sports festival, including inter-class basketball matches, was all under the rep’s coordination.
Campus life was simple like that.
People bonding over shared interests, engaging in fun activities—it was a lot more genuine than the forced social circles adults called "hobby groups."
Then again, most people didn’t have the time or energy for hobbies after entering the workforce.
Even though Su Bai no longer had to worry about money, he still cherished this part of university life.
Today, eight guys from the class basketball team showed up for practice.
Perfect for a 4v4 scrimmage—a chance to assess everyone’s skills and figure out positions and rotations.
Normally, more than ten people would’ve come, but two had last-minute conflicts, and Xue Tao was currently sulking in his dorm after his meltdown…
After a few rounds, the consensus was clear:
Their team had two cores.
One was the sports rep—a reliable point guard with great handles. When he orchestrated the offense, everyone felt at ease.
The other was Su Bai.
Sure, his technique was rough.
But his physicality was downright unfair.
He played aggressively but clean, bulldozing through defenses with pure athleticism.
When Su Bai set a screen, defenders bounced off him like he was a brick wall.
So they slotted him in as center—his job was to dominate the paint and grab every rebound.
At 1.85 meters, he’d be undersized for center in pro ball, but for a casual inter-class tournament? More than enough.
Especially since Su Bai was built like a tank, jumped like a spring, and had the wingspan of a condor.
So while Su Bai might be a short center, he definitely wasn’t a small one.
After a solid session, just as everyone was starting to crave drinks, the Wan Sisters made an appearance.
Armed with a giant bag of beverages.
Just like that one P.E. class where Wan Xinyan had first approached Su Bai.
Except now, Su Bai knew Wan Xinyan very well.
In every sense of the word.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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...
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
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.
