After observing Liu Chen'ang's sporty outfit up close, Su Bai roughly understood why she had dressed so heavily.
Back on the mountain, inside the Koenigsegg sports car, Su Bai had personally experienced Liu Chen'ang's adorable girlish side.
Her fair, delicate calves and arms as tender as young lotus roots—every inch of her skin radiated the charm of a girl in the bloom of youth, the curve of her arms tempting the imagination.
Her waist was like a willow branch in March, soft yet with an underlying strength.
And then there was her swan-like, elegant neck.
Even with her short hair and masculine clothing, she exuded an undeniable feminine beauty.
Wearing short sleeves and shorts would indeed make it too easy to reveal her true identity.
However, what Su Bai didn’t know was that ever since their encounter, Liu Chen'ang's femininity had become even more pronounced, surpassing her previous allure.
A couple of days ago, when she returned home, her mother had even questioned her with suspicion in her eyes.
Thankfully, she hadn’t checked her physical condition—otherwise…
Liu Chen'ang shuddered at the thought.
But now, standing with Su Bai on the sports field, her anxiety seemed to fade.
Perhaps being with Su Bai naturally brought a sense of ease and joy.
Liu Chen'ang trusted her judgment of people.
"Let’s start by practicing the basic forehand swing…"
She began explaining the fundamentals of tennis techniques to Su Bai, her excitement evident.
Such a scene was rare in Liu Chen'ang’s life.
Coming from a wealthy family, she had few close friends. Most boys found her aura unsettling and avoided her, while with girls… it was more complicated.
Liu Chen'ang also disliked the temperaments of most girls.
In any case, she took Su Bai’s wrist and guided his arm through the motion in midair.
After repeating it several times, she asked, "Getting the hang of it?"
"Yeah, I think I’ve got it," Su Bai replied, glancing sideways as Liu Chen'ang pressed against him from behind.
"Warm, fragrant, and soft as jade"—that phrase suited her perfectly.
A faint, elusive fragrance drifted from her, something that might seem odd to most boys but was just right for a pure-hearted girl.
"W-what are you looking at? Turn around and focus on practicing!"
Liu Chen'ang quickly stepped back.
Damn it, she’d unconsciously leaned into him again.
Luckily, there weren’t many people around to notice.
Seeing her flustered expression, Su Bai held back from teasing her further and calmly continued practicing his swings.
Truth be told, he was quite interested in tennis.
As a kid, he’d watched an anime called The Prince of Tennis—good grief, it was practically supernatural murder-tennis!
For the longest time, Su Bai had unrealistic expectations about the sport.
Only after growing up did he realize real tennis wasn’t nearly that exaggerated.
Still, it was a pretty cool sport.
After achieving financial freedom, Su Bai suddenly found his interests broadening.
It made sense—when you were poor, getting into a good school was just the start, followed by worries about landing a decent job.
With all your energy devoted to career struggles, any hobby requiring even a bit of mental effort was instinctively rejected.
Only when survival wasn’t a concern could you truly start living.
Liu Chen'ang proceeded to teach Su Bai a few more techniques.
This time, she kept a careful distance, avoiding close proximity.
She realized Su Bai hadn’t been lying—despite playing basketball with classmates all afternoon, his stamina was still going strong.
It was almost absurd. Liu Chen'ang had seen her fair share of elite athletes, even met some in person.
None of them could compare to Su Bai’s physical prowess…
And as the tennis lesson progressed, she discovered another hidden charm of his.
Likely from the earlier basketball session, Su Bai had worked up a light sweat.
Now, his slightly damp sports T-shirt exuded a pleasant, masculine scent—thanks to the "System’s Physique Enhancement Serum," there were no unpleasant odors, just a refreshing mix of grass and sandalwood, like high-end men’s cologne.
To Liu Chen'ang, it was nothing short of heavenly.
The temporary tennis coach’s sniffing grew noticeably louder.
"Hey, Lao Liu, what’s up? Seasonal allergies?"
"Huh? Oh, no, I’m fine! Just… didn’t cover myself properly last night, caught a bit of a chill."
"Really? Even with a cold, you’re out here exercising—talk about discipline."
Su Bai’s praise was genuine.
Lately, he’d heard classmates discussing Liu Chen'ang.
She attended every class punctually, listened attentively, completed assignments diligently, and participated in all group activities.
A model student.
Nothing like the spoiled rich kid stereotype people imagined.
Relieved that Su Bai didn’t seem suspicious, Liu Chen'ang quietly let out a breath.
If he found out how she was acting, he’d probably be disgusted, right?
Steeling herself, she refocused on teaching.
......
"Yuanyuan, listen—driving a Porsche really changes your social circle! Tonight, my dad set up a dinner with some of Jiangcheng’s most influential families, all young people in college. It’s at a chill bar near campus, totally classy—none of that sketchy stuff… Rumor has it Liu Chen'ang—y’know, that new transfer student in our class—might even be there."
On the track field.
Xue Tao was strolling with Liu Yuanyuan.
Truthfully, Liu Yuanyuan didn’t want to be here.
But when Xue Tao mentioned possibly taking her to Thailand over break, her mood instantly lifted, and she eagerly agreed to walk with him, holding hands to indulge his need to show off.
Liu Yuanyuan could tell Xue Tao was at a crossroads—torn between wanting to spoil her and resenting the expense.
At this critical moment, she knew she had to push him toward the decision.
"Xue Tao, check out this vlog—this couple walking along the beach in Pattaya is so romantic~"
She held up her phone, showing him the video.
In the clip, a picture-perfect pair—the guy in a short-sleeved shirt and board shorts, sporting some niche-brand sandals (clearly a promo);
the girl was even more blatant, head-to-toe sponsored gear.
But Xue Tao, blissfully unaware of marketing tactics (thanks to a lifetime of never worrying about money), didn’t notice the product placement.
Watching the video Liu Yuanyuan had strategically shared, he genuinely felt inspired.
He imagined himself as the effortlessly cool guy in the video.
Then he glanced at Liu Yuanyuan beside him, his pulse quickening.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
