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.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
