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.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
