After Bai Feili fled the scene, another familiar yet oddly out-of-place figure appeared near the dining table.
Chu Mingzhe.
"Holy crap, Lao Chu, you’re actually up this early?" Su Bai was shocked, having left their dorm while Chu Mingzhe was still dead asleep.
"Ah, yeah, I’m here with a relative—my uncle," Chu Mingzhe replied sheepishly. "Hello, Director Xia."
"Hello."
Xia Lin’s impression of Chu Mingzhe was slightly better than her impression of Xue Tao.
At least this guy, though also prone to showing off, had far better manners than Xue Tao.
After exchanging greetings, Chu Mingzhe glanced around, seemingly unable to spot what he was looking for, and finally asked, "Su Bai, did you happen to see someone… uh, about my height and build, wearing a Chelsea jersey?"
"...And who also looks just like you?"
"My uncle does resemble me a lot."
"Damn, so it’s not just ‘resembling’—it’s practically a carbon copy."
"Close enough." Su Bai paused, suppressing a laugh. "He went out through the side door of the cafeteria."
"Oh, really? Thanks. Huh, he said he’d grab some sweet fried dough before leaving…"
Looking puzzled, Chu Mingzhe walked away.
Now Su Bai understood why Bai Feili’s face had seemed so familiar.
Turns out he’s Lao Chu’s relative!
"So Chu Mingzhe’s family really does have some connections…"
"Probably a distant uncle, like, ten degrees of separation kind of distant," Xia Lin remarked casually, revealing a key detail.
She must have done some background checks on many of her classmates’ families.
Xia Lin hadn’t expected her blind date to somehow be linked to one of her students.
Small world.
She glanced at Su Bai a few times, her gaze meaningful.
"What’s up?"
"Nothing… Just thought you handled that really well. You’ve got a maturity beyond your years."
"It’s not maturity—I’m actually pretty childish."
"Being a little ‘childish’ isn’t always a bad thing. These days, girls expect guys to be mature, to stand on their own, but they don’t realize they’re becoming more infantile themselves… Society tends to coddle girls like kids, and that’s not healthy."
Maybe out of professional habit or genuine interest in education, Xia Lin naturally drifted into this topic.
Su Bai found it fascinating. He enjoyed talking to people with depth and perspective—women who were either empty-headed or spouted ideological rhetoric bored him.
Xia Lin clearly had substance, and in terms of social savvy, she had plenty to teach him.
Around her, Su Bai didn’t have to think much; he could just follow her lead.
What a reliable, mature older sister.
...
After the meal.
Su Bai debated but ultimately chose to drive the custom Panamera. After all, he probably wouldn’t need to do anything… intimate in the car with Xia Lin today.
They strolled around to walk off the food, then headed to Xia Lin’s usual gym—a high-end fitness club.
"The vibe here is clean. No annoying trainers pushing sales, no weirdos hitting on you. A few of my close girlfriends train here too—I’ll introduce you to them sometime."
"Huh? Introduce me?"
"They’re all accomplished women in their fields. Good connections to have. Plus, they’re curious about my ‘little brother.’" Xia Lin smirked mischievously.
What they’re really curious about probably isn’t the ‘little brother’ dynamic… Su Bai thought dryly.
Still, it was a good sign.
Xia Lin sharing her social circle with him was a gesture of genuine warmth. For wealthy people, if they were just playing around, they’d never let you into their inner circle.
At most, they’d take you to a few dinners with seemingly impressive people—people you’d never actually interact with again.
Classic rich-kid dating tactics.
On the flip side, a privileged woman like Xia Lin had even stronger boundaries.
"Warm up first. I’ll take a while changing, so don’t wait for me."
"Got it."
Su Bai had assumed Xia Lin would train in her morning running gear, but she was changing instead. So meticulous.
Meticulous is good.
From a purely practical standpoint, Su Bai didn’t need to work out—his physique was already peak. His real goal here was savoring the flirtatious atmosphere with Xia Lin.
He certainly wouldn’t mind if she dressed a little sexier.
...
In the locker room.
"Yeah, the far side of Equipment Zone D, away from the windows… Set up a divider for us. Just me and my little brother. Ugh, stop overthinking it—I’ll treat you to dinner later. Gotta go, shower time~"
After a quick WeChat call, Xia Lin stripped off her workout clothes and yoga pants, ready to freshen up.
She didn’t smell bad, but she had gone for a run earlier, and during training… at least in her imagination, she and Su Bai would be close. Best to rinse off any sweat.
Xia Lin realized that ever since meeting Su Bai, she’d started paying attention to little details like this.
Put simply, she’d become more vain.
In the past, she’d have gone straight to training after a run—no shower, no fuss.
Today? Not only was she showering, she was even applying light makeup.
Xia Lin’s makeup skills had been taught by a professional her mom hired—simple, practical techniques with polished results.
Her style leaned toward natural "no-makeup" looks, less photogenic than trendy K-beauty but whatever. Xia Lin had zero obsession with taking perfect selfies, unlike so many girls her age.
The woman she’d just called was the manager of this fitness club, a close acquaintance.
Many wealthy members brought dates here. Working out, surrounded by pheromones and the scent of someone you liked—it had its own charm.
So the manager had smartly designated certain areas, using dividers to create private spaces for couples.
She even personally oversaw pre- and post-session cleanup.
No wonder this gym had such a sterling reputation in Jiangcheng’s elite circles.
Everyone was using it.
Now that they’d have privacy, Xia Lin felt emboldened to try something bolder.
Like that gym outfit she’d bought on impulse but never dared to wear…

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.

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

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!