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.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
