Xue Tao had always been intensely curious about that sort of thing.
Colloquially speaking, he was suppressing his urges.
But when the moment finally arrived, perhaps due to overwhelming nervousness, he simply couldn’t get into the right mode for action!
In short, it was downright embarrassing.
Fortunately, Liu Yuanyuan didn’t take the opportunity to kick him while he was down. Instead, she comforted him.
So Xue Tao wasn’t completely crushed by the humiliation.
Of course, this wasn’t because Liu Yuanyuan had suddenly changed her attitude—she just figured that if she piled on Xue Tao in this situation, he might fly into a rage out of sheer embarrassment…
In any case, the trip ended in an oddly tense atmosphere.
It was hard to say whether it was a good or bad outcome.
But one thing Xue Tao was certain of: he definitely had a problem. When opportunity knocked, he just couldn’t deliver!
No way around it—he had to start working out.
And that was the core reason Xue Tao dragged himself out of bed early at the hotel to exercise.
“Old Xue’s back, huh?”
As everyone chatted, Su Bai suddenly pushed the door open and greeted them.
Seeing Su Bai, Xue Tao felt like he’d found a lifeline. He pulled Su Bai aside to the balcony for a private talk.
Closing the balcony door, Xue Tao scratched his head awkwardly before asking earnestly:
“Bro Bai, I need to ask you something.”
“Huh??” Su Bai blinked. “Dude, why so formal all of a sudden? You’re kinda scaring me. I preferred your usual cocky attitude.”
“Ah, forget about cocky or not. We’re dorm brothers, after all. I might’ve been a bit of a jerk before, so… cut me some slack, Bro Bai.”
Damn, this guy was suddenly spouting all these polite phrases.
Su Bai had no idea why Xue Tao was suddenly pledging loyalty to him—it wasn’t like he particularly needed a sidekick like Xue Tao anyway.
Oh well. At least it was a positive change.
From Xue Tao’s perspective, Su Bai now mingled with all kinds of high-profile figures. Take Liu Chen’ang, for example—Xue Tao could barely even toast him at parties, yet he’d heard Su Bai often went on mountain drives with the guy.
That proved Su Bai wasn’t just loaded—his background had to be impressive too.
Plus, Xue Tao reckoned Su Bai was the most physically formidable guy he knew. So, asking him for fitness advice? Solid plan!
“Don’t worry, I never took any of it to heart. Ask away.”
“Ahem, well… I have this friend… who wants to know, if a guy’s, uh, performance is too weak to complete the whole process, what should he do?”
Su Bai: “…”
Ah, the classic “asking for a friend” opener.
So this was about Xue Tao’s recent… mishap.
Meaning, he’d tried to get intimate with Liu Yuanyuan but suffered a technical malfunction?
Su Bai, ever the gentleman, managed not to smirk.
Instead, he fell into deep, technical contemplation.
Truth be told, thanks to the body-enhancing serum and his natural… gifts, Su Bai had never worried about that department.
If anything, Chen Yusheng and Zhou Jialu often complained (with blissful exhaustion) that Su Bai was too much of a beast—they could barely keep up.
So Xue Tao’s question was genuinely outside Su Bai’s expertise.
He didn’t dare give reckless advice either. He’d read news stories about guys trying to “fix” things with pills, only to end up in worse shape.
After some thought, Su Bai offered his roommate the safest, most responsible solution:
“See a doctor.”
“…Wait, Bro Bai, why are we jumping straight to doctors? I don’t think my… I mean, my friend is that far gone yet!” Xue Tao was borderline frantic.
“Doctors are the safe bet. Get a professional opinion—might not even be serious.” Su Bai spoke like a wise elder. “Don’t avoid treatment out of embarrassment, Lao Xue.”
“I… Ugh, damn it, I told you it’s for a friend—”
“Sure, sure, your ‘friend.’ Thing is, I’ve got zero experience with this kinda issue.” Su Bai scratched his head. “Maybe ask an older family member? They’d have more life experience.”
“Fine.”
And so, the secret talk fizzled out.
Su Bai hadn’t expected the drama between the local guy and Liu Yuanyuan to be this convoluted. He had a feeling Xue Tao was omitting key details.
Whatever. If he didn’t want to share, Su Bai wouldn’t pry.
Gossip was best enjoyed casually.
Just knowing about Xue Tao’s… shortcoming was entertaining enough.
Honestly, it probably wasn’t even a big deal. Some said guys often fumbled their first time due to nerves.
Su Bai, being the unflappable type, hadn’t felt any tension during his debut with his senior. If anything, afterward, he’d thought: Eh, it’s nice but not life-changing.
…
The night passed without incident.
The next day, classes resumed.
“I learned an upgraded massage technique. Let me try it on you tonight.”
As usual, Su Bai and Chen Yusheng sat side by side in an inconspicuous corner of the lecture hall.
Hearing Su Bai’s playful opener, Chen Yusheng looked puzzled.
“Wait, you actually studied techniques?”
“Yep. Gotta fix your poor circulation. Trust me, this one’s next-level.”
“…”
Chen Yusheng couldn’t tell if he was joking or serious.
Her cold hands and feet never struck her as a major issue. Whenever they ached, Su Bai’s warm palms were enough—not that he minded handling her anyway!
“Who taught you?”
“Had a dream and achieved enlightenment.”
“…Then teach me how to ‘enlighten.’ My brain’s fried from cramming lately.”
Weariness flickered across Chen Yusheng’s face.
Work training involved real-world skills far more complex than textbook theories. Driven by her relentless work ethic, she’d absorbed them rapidly—at the cost of mental exhaustion.
Su Bai had given her so much; she couldn’t just coast on his generosity. To match his vision of her as a “genius AI girl,” she had to push harder.
Her pride wouldn’t let her accept unearned advantages without reciprocating.
Su Bai, of course, noticed. Under the desk, he squeezed her matte-black-stocking-clad thigh and said firmly, “Don’t overwork yourself. Take it slow—it’s not like I’m counting on tech investments for quick returns anyway.”
“Quick? Hot startups skyrocket if they deliver solid tech.”
“Still slower than my other income streams.”
“…Fair point.”
Money multiplying money would always be fastest—even economics novice Chen Yusheng knew that.
And since Su Bai’s wealth-building carried zero investment risks, his approach was naturally stress-free.
Truthfully, Su Bai wasn’t in a rush to dominate Forbes lists or wield influence. He cared more about savoring college life—as long as daily luxuries were covered, happiness followed.
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.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
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...
