Soft Style Is the Essence

In the end, the law school team lost by ten points.

At the class tournament level, losing by ten points was considered a significant margin.

After all, the match format was shortened—instead of the international standard of four quarters totaling forty minutes, it was a simplified version with two halves of fifteen minutes each.

This was mainly to prevent the students from exhausting themselves, as their stamina was limited.

Amateur players also had limited offensive capabilities, so it wasn’t uncommon for the entire game to end with just thirty or forty points total.

Viewed that way, losing by ten points was practically a blowout.

"So that’s how it is…" Wan Xinyan nodded repeatedly after hearing Xia Lin’s explanation. "It feels like Brother Su Bai was holding back. If he’d gone all out, he could’ve won by even more!"

"Maybe."

"Director Xia knows so much! I’ll have to trouble you with any questions I have in the future."

"Ah…"

Xia Lin was slightly puzzled by the sudden friendliness from the Wan sisters. Logically, she had no direct connection to the twins—their only indirect link was Su Bai.

In other words, Wan Xinyan was deliberately trying to get closer to her.

Xia Lin narrowed her eyes and responded neutrally, "Well, I heard Su Bai is quite satisfied with you two. There probably aren’t many things you’d need help with, right?"

"Oh, but that’s different! When it comes to school matters, Director Xia definitely knows more than we do… Besides, since you’re also very interested in Su Bai, we’d actually make great friends~"

Wan Xinyan leaned in closer to whisper the last part, her voice low enough that no one else could hear, but crystal clear to Xia Lin.

Xia Lin studied Wan Xinyan for a moment.

Her petite, adorable frame paired with ample curves created an especially captivating visual effect.

Her eyes sparkled with a lively intelligence—just one glance was enough to tell she was a clever girl.

"As for me, I’m just Su Bai’s honorary older sister. He already has a girlfriend, you know," Xia Lin hinted meaningfully. "But having one more friend is always nice. I’m also curious about Su Bai’s life outside school."

"Don’t worry, Director Xia. My sister and I can help you observe whatever you’d like to know… as long as Su Bai is willing to share, of course."

Smart people always reached agreements easily, and Xia Lin and Wan Xinyan were no exception.

After a brief exchange of probing remarks, they recognized a kindred spirit in each other.

Both were pragmatic, sharp women with a deeply traditional, service-oriented nature—the type who genuinely enjoyed catering to men, dreaming of becoming devoted wives and mothers to their ideal partners.

Wan Xinyan’s mischievous charm also left a good impression on Xia Lin.

So when Su Bai finished the game, he found three people fiddling with the drone on the sidelines: Xia Lin and the Wan sisters.

They seemed to be getting along swimmingly.

Damn, when did you all become so close?

Su Bai found it amusing. In a way, this was a good thing—after all, Xia Lin was also destined to join the "harem," and though her background was a bit more complicated, she still needed to integrate harmoniously.

Unexpectedly, Wan Xinyan had become the bridge for that integration.

From Su Bai’s observations, the Wan sisters weren’t particularly social. They kept a small circle, maintained lukewarm relationships with classmates, and avoided wild outings.

Who would’ve thought they’d hit it off with Director Xia? Truly, human connections were unpredictable.

"Let’s go celebrate our first victory. You girls coming along or…?"

"You boys go have fun on your own. I won’t intrude," Xia Lin said, packing the drone into her bag with practiced ease—likely from prior event coverage.

Wan Xinyan nodded in agreement.

This suited Su Bai just fine.

"See you later. I’ll edit the video and send it to you this afternoon," Xia Lin said, slinging the drone bag over her shoulder.

"You could just post it directly as a short video… Wouldn’t it count as part of your work as a counselor?"

"Of course. What did you think I was here for? To document the unity and spirit of the class I’m advising~"

Xia Lin grinned, her tone perfectly natural.

Tch, such a fake-prim woman… Su Bai mentally scoffed. He’d bet anything that once she got home, Xia Lin would use that video for… personal purposes. After all, he’d already seen her true nature back when he’d pretended to sleep on her lap.

But that was fine.

A well-bred lady had to maintain her dignity, after all!

……

Dining with or without girls created entirely different atmospheres. Lately, Su Bai had been eating with girls too often—sometimes, he just wanted to relax and shoot the breeze with the guys.

An all-male gathering felt more liberating, allowing for raunchier topics, whereas mixed company tended to be duller.

Of course, one-on-one meals with an eccentric genius like Shengsheng could also get wild, but such abstract-minded girls were rare.

Yet the Shanghai native and local guys seemed oblivious to this. Upon hearing about the celebration, they immediately pulled out their phones to summon their girlfriends.

The two even exchanged a fiery glance.

The passion was real!

Su Bai broke out in a cold sweat. Seriously, what are you two getting hyped about?

He glanced at the other teammates.

Their expressions were unanimous—pure anticipation, like spectators waiting for a show.

Unfortunately, both Liu Yuanyuan and Leilei claimed to be busy and couldn’t make it.

A bit disappointing, but no big deal. As long as Xue Tao and Chu Mingzhe were at the table, the entertainment factor was guaranteed. Their girlfriends were just icing on the cake.

The class guys had gradually adopted Su Bai’s mindset—from reluctance to full enjoyment.

……

They found a hearty, budget-friendly restaurant to stuff themselves.

Afternoon meant one useless lecture.

Then home.

The moment Su Bai stepped through the door, the Wan sisters—dressed in maid outfits—rushed over, offering to soak his feet and massage his legs.

"You played basketball today! You need to relax your muscles!"

It was a perfectly reasonable excuse. Plus, today’s maid dresses had strapless designs, offering a particularly appealing view from above.

Su Bai had never been one to fight his instincts. He agreed without hesitation.

Giving a proper foot wash was a skill in itself. Generally, it required understanding the recipient’s preferences—where they liked pressure, where they were ticklish, how much strength to use… If a foot massage parlor employed serious technicians, their expertise lay in refining these details.

Back in his hometown, Ancheng, there were plenty of cheap roadside foot massage shops where twenty or thirty bucks could buy a satisfying session, usually administered by middle-aged or elderly masseurs.

Aunt Jiang loved foot massages, claiming they were good for health, but Su Bai thought she was already plenty healthy—when traveling with her girlfriends, she outlasted even college students on their most hardcore trips.

As for Su Bai, the old uncles’ techniques were too rough. He preferred the Wan sisters’ gentler approach—soft but not purely for show, just enough to lull him into a drowsy, blissful state.

Pure comfort!