Yangyang Likes the Scent on Subai

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.

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"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.