Hidden Denim Warrior, The Wan Sisters

So Su Bai helped Chen Yusheng change her clothes, took her hand, and left the club building to escort her back to the Yashi Pavilion.

Wait, no—Su Bai didn’t need to personally take her.

A quick call to Wan Xinyan, and she’d handle it.

That’s what the little maid was for, after all.

Wan Xinyan was in the study lounge, hugging her newly bought iPad while binge-watching a drama.

She used to have an Android tablet—a cheap one she and her sister bought during their second year of high school when an e-commerce platform was running a promotion. Buying two at once was a steal.

No helping it—their hometown’s rundown school had abysmal educational resources. The teachers assigned to teach them core subjects could barely grasp the material themselves, delivering lectures that were, frankly, a mess.

Well, it was an arts-focused high school, so expectations weren’t high to begin with.

But they knew they had to make it to a big city, to a proper university, to secure the connections that could turn their lives around. So, they bought tablets, studied through online courses on Bilibili, and worked tirelessly until they finally met the academic threshold for Jiangcheng University’s Broadcasting and Hosting program.

A pretty inspiring story, really.

It wasn’t until becoming Su Bai’s little maid that she and her sister started indulging in expensive electronics.

Lately, she’d been enjoying her new toy—after all, the Broadcasting and Hosting department’s classes were light, leaving plenty of time for leisure. Sometimes, after class, she’d just lounge in the study lounge instead of heading back.

And whenever Su Bai was on campus, Wan Xinyan made sure to stay nearby, ready to answer his call.

Now that’s what you call service.

Today, when Su Bai summoned her, Wan Xinyan immediately packed her bag and pulled out… the spare key to a Mercedes GLE.

Su Bai had left the spare key with her, keeping the car parked in the school lot for whenever she needed to drive it.

This was a new arrangement after the break, and she hadn’t expected to use it so soon.

As she drove Chen Yusheng back to the Yashi Pavilion, Wan Xinyan couldn’t help but glance at the girl’s visibly exhausted face in the rearview mirror.

Damn… Did she and Su Bai just… on campus?

What kind of place would even allow that kind of… indulgence?

Wan Xinyan didn’t quite get it.

Jiang Qiuran didn’t get it either. She’d only gone to the anime club’s activity room to grab something, only to see Chen Yusheng leaning against Su Bai as they walked out of the unused room at the end of the hallway.

Wasn’t that room supposed to be vacant? No one had used it in ages, so why…?

Her mind immediately jumped to the worst conclusions, leaving her with an unpleasant, sour feeling.

Wait, hold on—was Su Bai and his harem now encroaching on the anime club’s territory?

If Su Bai and other girls started regularly using the small activity room next door for… activities…

Wouldn’t that just make Jiang Qiuran look even more like a clown?

Frustrated, Jiang Qiuran hurried to ask one of the anime club’s seniors for clarification.

Her target: Senior Xiao Xiong.

[Qiuran: Senior, quick question—is that room at the end of the hallway being used for something else now?]

[Strawberry Mochi Bear: Yeah, Su Bai’s using it. Why?]

[Qiuran: Oh, nothing! Just saw something and got curious~]

[Strawberry Mochi Bear: Su Bai’s been way too generous with donations, so we had to throw him a bone. He’s planning to turn it into a weeb paradise—once he decks it out with consoles, figures, and light novels, we’ll all get to enjoy it too. You’ve done cosplay before, right? You get it. Man, yesterday Su Bai mentioned in the group chat that he’s auctioning off some rare out-of-print light novels, and the hardcore otaku in there lost their minds. Some were practically ready to call him “daddy.”]

[Qiuran: …]

What the hell was all this? Jiang Qiuran suddenly realized she didn’t understand Su Bai at all—his inner world was far beyond her reach. And Su Bai was the type who valued emotional and intellectual connections deeply.

Sigh. Maybe the only way she could secure a place by his side was by leaning into… a certain alphabetical attribute.

With that thought, Jiang Qiuran’s spirits lifted. Standing in the hallway, she scanned her surroundings, picked a safe corner, and—with practiced skill—slid her phone under her skirt to snap a few strategic photos.

She sent them to Su Bai.

In less than five seconds, he replied with his verdict:

[Mediocre.]

And then radio silence.

“How is this mediocre?! I’m plenty… plenty enticing!”

Jiang Qiuran fumed.

She just didn’t understand men—Su Bai had just finished an… energetic session with Chen Yusheng and was now in full post-nut clarity mode.

He’d even paid attention in class for once!

But by the second lecture, his focus had already scattered. No helping it—lately, he’d gotten used to passive learning. As long as he didn’t actively engage, his system would automatically fill in the knowledge gaps for him.

So why bother?

After class, it was time for basketball.

Tomorrow was the first match of the freshman basketball tournament, against some class from the Law department. Historically, Jiangcheng University’s Law students were either basketball prodigies or complete disasters—the department had fewer male students, meaning a smaller talent pool.

There was a chance they’d run into a class with a sports-scholarship student, which would make them tough opponents. Regardless of their specialty, athletes simply had better physical conditioning than the average student.

But no matter—Class 3 of the Computer Science department had Su Bai. Not a sports scholar, but close enough.

The ultimate weapon of the Computer Science men’s basketball team!

By October, the days in Jiangcheng were growing shorter. The faint glow of dusk lingered as the basketball court’s lights flickered on.

The court was packed—autumn’s crisp air made it the perfect season for outdoor sports before winter’s chill set in.

When Su Bai arrived, he spotted Wan Xinyan and Wan Xinyue waiting courtside.

“Didn’t you take Yusheng home?”

“Yep! She’s asleep now. The seniors are handling everything else, so my sister and I came to watch you practice. Hehe, training must be tough—you’ll need someone to take care of you.”

Not that it was tough.

And he didn’t really need looking after.

But having twin beauties fetching water and handing him towels? Not a bad deal.

So diligent, Wan Xinyan.

Though his face showed little reaction, Su Bai secretly reveled in the feeling of having pretty girls fawning over him.

He’d always been indifferent toward romance—or perhaps just easygoing, preferring to let things come to him.

Naturally, girls who took the initiative suited his tastes better.

Today, Wan Xinyan wore a simple sporty jacket with an adorable cut—the hoodie-style back featured two bunny ears stitched along the edge. As she walked, the ears swayed gently, and so did the twin peaks on her chest. A truly delightful sight.

Below, she sported stretchy jeans that clung snugly to her shapely, full thighs.

Su Bai couldn’t help but sneak a few extra glances before nodding in approval.

Unexpected. Who knew the Wan sisters could rock jeans this well? Hidden denim goddesses, indeed.