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.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
