The Wonderful Way to Engage in Clubs

That being said, Chen Yusheng’s ambition is a good thing.

If someone from a poor background loves studying, it doesn’t necessarily mean they’re genuinely passionate about research—maybe they just want to make bank, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Money? Gotta hustle for it!

Most problems in life can be solved with cash.

But if someone still loves learning even when they’re financially secure, then that proves the kid has potential—they’re cut out for technical work.

Su Bai didn’t have that precious quality. Back then, he’d only chosen this field for the decent paycheck.

"Take it slow. Once I help improve your physical condition, maybe your thinking speed will increase too."

"What’s the logic behind that?"

"It’s like a computer—if the CPU stays the same but you upgrade the peripherals, doesn’t the overall performance improve?"

"...That kinda makes sense!"

Chen Yusheng found the analogy a little funny, but according to Su Bai’s metaphor, her "computer’s" peripherals were indeed lacking. Her stamina was terrible, she had no strength, and she tired easily. For a researcher, low energy levels were a real drawback—after all, breakthroughs often came from sheer time and effort.

During their lunch break, Su Bai said he wanted to "test something" on her and took Yusheng to the anime club’s activity room.

"Why the anime club?"

"Didn’t I sponsor them a ton of money? So I got a key to their room. Well, not their shared space—the school gave them two rooms, and one was temporarily empty. Now it’s mine."

Su Bai jingled the key in his hand.

The key had been personally delivered to him by "Senior Bear" at the foot of the boys’ dormitory, Building 7.

If they were going to play around with clubs, they needed a space. The senior had thoughtfully handed over an unused room, which might seem unfair at first glance—but given Su Bai’s sponsorship and all the new equipment he’d be providing, letting him have a room to himself wasn’t strange at all.

"If we have afternoon classes and need to stay on campus, we can come here for breaks."

"Nice."

It felt like another secret hideout, aside from their usual spot at the mountain-view townhouse... The thought crossed Chen Yusheng’s mind, and she couldn’t help but smirk. This big silly goose really had all sorts of wild ideas.

These days, not many people dared to openly maintain a "harem."

But Su Bai had both the guts and the means—somehow, that made him even more attractive to Chen Yusheng.

Ah, maybe a girl in love just didn’t think logically!

The activity room wasn’t big, just over thirty square meters, and mostly empty. A few miscellaneous items were piled in a corner, covered with a plastic tarp, the dust proving they hadn’t been touched in ages.

Su Bai walked over to the heavy curtains, pulled them open, squinted as he took a deep breath of the outside air, then closed them again.

"What was that about?"

"Oh, y’know… in anime, when the male and female leads clean up a club room, there’s always that shot where they open the curtains and sunlight pours in. Feels kinda artsy." Su Bai shrugged. "But then I realized what we’re doing isn’t exactly the same genre. Opening the curtains didn’t seem right."

"And how exactly is it ‘not the same genre’?"

"Anime’s for all ages. What we’re doing is…"

"..."

Chen Yusheng bit her lip, her cheeks flushing slightly. This guy… his cravings were acting up again. He wanted to do that with her in the club room…

Then again, the idea felt thrilling—just risky enough to be exciting without actually risking social suicide.

After all, this was a secluded room in the club building, no cameras, completely under Su Bai’s control.

In short, it had her feeling frisky too.

"Then massage my feet first~"

"Deal."

They tidied up a bit, found two clean chairs, and Chen Yusheng sat primly before lifting her legs—sheathed in matte black stockings—and presenting her flawless, jade-like feet to Su Bai.

By now, resting her heels in Su Bai’s palms didn’t give her the same nervous flutter as before. Back when they weren’t as close, feet were sensitive, and handing them over to someone else naturally made her ticklish.

It was like the cold, clinical dread of waiting for a shot at the doctor’s office as a kid, watching the needle glint under sterile lights.

But she was used to Su Bai’s touch now. His warm hands cradled her heels, her soles wiggling playfully before pressing forward to "inspect" his abs.

This was one of Chen Yusheng’s little hobbies—gently testing his defined muscles with her feet.

From this angle, Su Bai’s face looked like it was carved by a Greek sculptor, achingly perfect.

"Big silly goose, you’re so handsome today~"

"Only just noticing? I installed a ‘hotness upgrade’ mod these past few days."

"Pfft—what, are you some isekai protagonist?"

"I’m Johnny Silverhand."

"You’re Johnny Grope-hand!"

"Ugh, Yusheng, you didn’t even notice my glow-up! You don’t love me anymore!"

Su Bai put on an exaggerated, puppy-eyed act, making Chen Yusheng laugh uncontrollably. Playing along, she cooed, "Oh no, whatever shall I do? How can I prove my love, big silly goose?"

Su Bai didn’t answer, just glanced downward meaningfully.

Chen Yusheng instantly understood. Biting her lip, she got to work…

...

About ten minutes later.

Honestly, with Su Bai’s current skills, holding back for just ten minutes was nothing—he could’ve lasted way longer.

But the real bottleneck was Chen Yusheng’s abysmal stamina, so he didn’t push it.

Even so, afterward, she rubbed her sore ankles and shot him a sultry, half-annoyed look.

Su Bai grinned, satisfied, and helped her change into fresh stockings.

Yep, nowadays, Yusheng’s backpack always carried spare clothes—stockings, underwear, blouses, you name it.

So it wasn’t just Su Bai being indulgent. She had her own needs, and her imagination was just as wild as his. A match made in heaven, really.

"Alright, time for my causality-defying massage skills!"

Once the stockings were swapped, Su Bai rolled up his sleeves, cracking his knuckles like he was about to perform a miracle.

Chen Yusheng blinked. Was he for real?

Then again, if Su Bai could make all that money, learning some legit techniques from an old Chinese medicine master didn’t seem far-fetched.

The thought made her inexplicably touched.