It's Quite Good to Be Su Bai's Underling

After finishing basketball practice, Su Bai treated his teammates to dinner at the second-floor cafeteria as usual.

The homestyle dishes on the second floor were generous in portion and filling—honestly, they offered better value than eating out. Plus, there were no pre-made meals here. Nowadays, many restaurants in commercial areas rely entirely on pre-prepared dishes or centralized kitchen deliveries.

Of course, some dishes simply can’t be made fresh to order—it all depends on the quality of the pre-preparation. If done well, it can actually be an advantage since the food arrives much faster.

The second-floor cafeteria near the boys’ dorm, however, had a different vibe. Almost every dish was stir-fried to order. Some stewed items were prepared in advance and kept warm in pots, so they were limited—if you came late, you’d miss out.

Su Bai and his friends had dragged their game a bit late, so Wan Xinyue went ahead to the cafeteria to order. By the time Su Bai and the others arrived, the table was already set with dishes, timed perfectly.

Wan Xinyue sat there quietly.

Compared to Yanyan’s mischievous and quirky personality, she always seemed more demure and composed—though Su Bai, who knew her well, understood that this composure was just an illusion. When it came to having fun, this girl was even wilder than Yanyan.

"Thanks, Wan, for ordering for us," the basketball team guys said sheepishly. Truth be told, they were starving. If they’d had to order and wait for the food after arriving, it would’ve been torture.

If not for Su Bai, they’d never get to enjoy such considerate service.

For college students, this kind of treatment was often more enviable than just throwing money around. In terms of sheer numbers, there were plenty of wealthy kids on campus, but what was truly rare were high-quality "little maids" like the Wan sisters.

No one was born wanting to serve others—it was just that their preferences were a bit special, and Su Bai happened to fit the bill.

"Bai, tomorrow we’ll play seriously and crush that ‘braised egg,’" someone blurted out between bites.

Su Bai, mid-chew on a piece of braised pork rib, froze for a second, his brain buffering.

"Who’s ‘braised egg’?"

"Ah… that guy who came to provoke us earlier, from the law school."

"Oh. Why ‘braised egg’?"

"He’s bald and kinda dark… doesn’t he look like a braised egg?"

"I heard law students call him that too."

"Alright then, ‘braised egg’ it is," Su Bai chuckled. "Just relax and play normally. I don’t really care about crushing him or not."

"Bai’s really magnanimous."

"No point getting worked up over small fry. Beating him is just a side thing."

Su Bai was confident. If the system’s physical enhancements couldn’t even handle a sports student, then the system wouldn’t deserve its reputation as a "stats monster."

As they were finishing up, another group of familiar faces arrived on the second floor—well, only one was familiar: Little Bear, a senior. The others seemed like her classmates, unrelated to the anime club, so Su Bai didn’t recognize them.

Little Bear, however, was naturally sociable and enthusiastically came over to chat with Su Bai.

"Hey, junior, is the room working out okay for you?"

"Yeah, no issues. Did you have someone clean it beforehand?"

"Wow, you noticed!" Little Bear seemed pleasantly surprised. "I did it myself. It hadn’t been used in a while, so there was a lot of dust."

Ah, so that was it.

Su Bai understood now. His guess had been right—that room couldn’t have been so clean by magic. He and Chen Yusheng had barely tidied up after moving in; it was practically ready to use from the start.

The anime club’s cosplayers didn’t exactly strike him as the domestic type. If anything, they seemed more like the kind who’d been pampered since childhood, never lifting a finger for chores.

Yet she’d personally cleaned for him.

"Thanks for the hard work."

"Ah, it’s nothing! You’ve done a lot for the anime club, so it’s only natural we seniors do what we can to support you… Anyway, enjoy your meal! Let me know if you need anything else."

"Will do."

Once Little Bear and her group had left, Su Bai picked up his phone and sent her a WeChat red packet—not too big, not too small, just 500 yuan.

Little Bear happily shook her head as she received it.

Her roommate, however, looked puzzled.

"Hey, didn’t you used to be into Su Bai? Doesn’t seem like you two hooked up, though."

"Did I?" Little Bear tilted her head. "He’s out of my league. I don’t meet his ‘selection criteria.’"

"Pfft—‘selection criteria’… that’s so accurate!"

The phrasing was funny, but it fit Su Bai’s behavior perfectly.

Su Bai had refined tastes. Some rich guys frequented bars at night, looking for girls who caught their eye for a one-night fling.

The quality of those girls… well, it was hard to judge.

But Su Bai didn’t seem into that scene.

Little Bear knew her own standing. She’d had plenty of relationships and even the occasional casual hookup. She suspected Su Bai had probably looked into her background—after all, rich people could easily dig up dirt if they wanted.

So, if she couldn’t be part of Su Bai’s "harem," she might as well make the most of the connection.

Facing her friend’s confusion, she flashed a confident smile.

"Don’t be so rigid. If you can’t be Su Bai’s girlfriend, you can still be his lackey! Haven’t you heard? One of his roommates loves gaming, so Su Bai lets him manage his account—he spends money on it but can’t be bothered to play."

"Seriously? ‘Spends money but can’t be bothered to play’? People like that actually exist?"

Her friend was stunned.

She’d seen memes online about it—"I already bought the game, why should I have to grind?"—usually about rich guys with massive Steam libraries who barely touched their games.

Never thought she’d meet one in real life.

"So, since we’re lucky enough to be at the same school and share an interest in anime with Su Bai, why not build a good relationship? Do things for him, and maybe he’ll help out if we ever need it."

"Little Bear, you’re amazing. You’re already thinking like a real adult."

"…It’s not that deep."

Little Bear felt a little embarrassed by the praise. She wasn’t that mature—still pretty naive overall. But she had a vague sense that being Su Bai’s lackey wouldn’t be so bad.

After all, in the future, she’d have to suck up to bosses at work anyway. Might as well start with Su Bai now—who knows, it might open doors later.

With job competition so fierce these days, being Su Bai’s lackey might even be a better career path than whatever awaited after graduation.

Some college students just had more flexible thinking—and knew how to swallow their pride.

As the saying went: Money doesn’t come easy, and life’s tough.

Su Bai, for his part, appreciated Little Bear’s sense of boundaries. He didn’t mind people trying to get something out of him—human relationships were all about value exchange. As long as they provided what he needed, he was happy to pay.