Generally speaking, in people's minds, those who rock jeans are usually tall and leggy, as if only long legs can do justice to the fabric.
The Wan Sisters, however, are undoubtedly petite, so logically, jeans shouldn’t suit them well.
Yet the opposite is true—the curves they accentuate make the two girls look irresistibly charming without being vulgar, since jeans are, after all, a perfectly normal everyday outfit, far from anything overly revealing.
"Su Bai, do you like it?"
"Love it." Su Bai pinched her slender waist but restrained himself from exploring further. "I’ll spoil you both properly after practice."
He whispered this into Wan Xinyan’s ear, so no one around could hear what he said. They only saw her face light up with happiness as she gazed at Su Bai and nodded earnestly.
Her eyes brimmed with adoration and devotion.
This kind of scene made the other guys grit their teeth in envy. Damn it, this was exactly the youthful romance they dreamed of—why didn’t any pretty girls look at them like that?
Well, if they had Su Bai’s looks and stats, achieving something like this would probably be a breeze.
The gap between people was just too vast.
"Let’s start practice," Su Bai called out. "I’ll treat everyone to drinks later. Xinyan, go buy plenty of that new sparkling water."
"Of course!"
Look on the bright side—while Su Bai’s way with women was infuriating, he was also generous with his buddies.
Honestly, for Su Bai, it was just pocket change, but he wasn’t obligated to spend on the basketball team guys either.
Students at Jiangcheng University generally had decent morals and weren’t the type to freeload.
So winning them over wasn’t hard for Su Bai.
If you had money, why not spread goodwill and make your surroundings a little friendlier?
After half an hour of practice, Su Bai had worked up a light sweat.
Class 3’s team mainly ran a shoot-and-rebound strategy. Su Bai wasn’t the most skilled, but his physique made him perfect for grabbing boards under the basket.
Luckily, a few teammates had reliable shots.
Not a bad tactic, Su Bai mused. For amateur college games, the simpler the play, the easier it was to execute.
Plus, if he snatched a few rebounds in a row, the opponents would tilt easily—mental warfare at its finest.
"Heh, your team’s playstyle’s kinda primitive, bro. Or are you hiding something?"
A mocking voice came from the sidelines. Su Bai turned to see a tall guy, maybe even slightly taller than him, with dark skin, a cocky demeanor, and head-to-toe Nike gear.
Nike wasn’t exactly high-end these days—just mass-market sportswear—but this guy’s outfit was all flashy, pricey models.
His attitude intimidated the other players, but not Su Bai.
That kind of arrogant vibe? Su Bai knew it all too well. His high school athlete buddies were the same.
"You need something, man? If not, we’re gonna keep practicing. Yeah, our tactics are caveman-level, but hey, it’s just class games. Participation’s the spirit—we love going full primitive!"
"...So you’re admitting defeat before the match even starts?"
"Not at all. Participation’s one thing, but we’ll fight hard, embrace sportsmanship, toughen our bodies, and lay a solid foundation for serving the nation’s health in the future. Didn’t your homeroom teacher drill this into you?"
"..."
The Nike guy reevaluated Su Bai, his lip twitching with frustration.
This guy was even trickier than the rumors said.
A motor-mouth dripping with sarcasm, yet impossible to call out.
Infuriating!
Switching tactics, the Nike guy cleared his throat. "We’re playing tomorrow. I’ll be guarding you... You don’t know who I am?"
"I don’t mingle much with Law School folks. Only know one high school alum who enrolled there. Y’all have some majors that take both arts and sciences, right? Even with the new 3+3 system, it’s still the same vibe—whether you studied physics or poli-sci..."
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Uh—"
"Whoa, think I went too hard just now. My thigh’s cramping up. Yanyan, come give me a massage."
Su Bai flopped dramatically onto the sidelines.
The Wan Sisters promptly laid out a mat—prepped in advance for when the young master needed rest. A rich kid’s gotta have rich kid treatment!
Su Bai plopped down, while the two denim-clad goddesses knelt beside him in perfect seiza posture and started kneading his legs.
Holy hell, actual maids?!
The Nike guy’s jaw dropped. He’d heard rumors about Su Bai’s... unrestrained approach to relationships.
But this was next-level. Most guys their age hadn’t even held a girl’s hand, yet this dude lived like some feudal lord—utterly unreal!
The more he watched, the saltier he got. Unable to take it, he mumbled an excuse and slunk off.
Su Bai smirked at his retreating figure.
What was that guy even trying to do? Pick a fight?
Couldn’t blame him, though. Su Bai was somewhat of a mini-celebrity at Jiangcheng University. Beating him in a game would’ve been an ego boost.
Some people just craved attention.
Su Bai believed sports were about participation, but if someone came gunning for him, he’d fight back—no matter if they were an athlete or a genetically enhanced super-soldier.
Hell, he was a gene-modded warrior too. Time to cash in those saved gacha rolls and buff his stats.
Turns out Su Bai was right. The Nike guy was indeed a clout-chaser.
He’d been posting shorts on Douyin, desperate for followers—especially female ones.
Yet his growth was pathetic.
Meanwhile, Su Bai’s barely managed account had flocks of college girls following him unprompted.
Even random clips of Su Bai cruising campus in his Panamera went semi-viral.
The Nike guy admitted Su Bai was handsome and loaded, but... this gap was ridiculous!
At least in basketball, he was confident he could win.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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!
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?!
