"Little sister, don’t you think Su Bai’s muscles have gotten even more impressive?"
When Su Bai was half-asleep, Wan Xinyue leaned in close to Wan Xinyan with a mischievous whisper.
After saying this, she nervously glanced at Su Bai to make sure he hadn’t been disturbed, then quickly returned to her spot and resumed massaging his legs.
Anyone familiar with massage knows that calves are one of the trickier areas to work on—especially the fleshy part. If the technique isn’t just right, it can feel ticklish or just plain odd, making it hard to achieve that stress-relieving effect.
Bodies really do vary from person to person.
Wan Xinyue was particularly focused while massaging Su Bai’s calves, which was why she noticed the subtle changes in his physique.
Honestly, she’d had an inkling of it earlier while watching him play basketball, but observing from a distance was nothing compared to getting hands-on.
Besides, Su Bai had always relied on sheer physical dominance on the court.
"Really? Hmm, now that you mention it, I think you’re right."
Wan Xinyan took the opportunity to test the theory herself, playfully scratching the back of Su Bai’s knee—a spot most people found ticklish.
Su Bai grumbled sleepily, rubbing his eyes. "What’s going on? Why’d you tickle me all of a sudden?"
"Nothing, just admiring how amazing your muscles are, Su Bai. Especially since you don’t even work out that hard."
Wan Xinyan gazed at him with adoration, wrapping his feet in a clean white towel before leaning forward, pressing her soft, bouncy curves against them, letting Su Bai savor the delightful sensation.
Hiss—
It reminded him of some… unconventional techniques he’d seen in certain educational videos.
What a little temptress.
"It’s mostly genetics."
"Giggle~ Su Bai, your genes are just too good. Tsk tsk, that sports student today looked so jealous of you~"
"What’s he gonna do about it? I didn’t provoke him—he started it."
"Mmm, I just mean you should be careful in future matches. Wouldn’t want some petty person trying to hurt you out of spite."
"Good point…"
That was a fair warning. In high-contact sports like basketball and soccer, injuries were common.
Fortunately, after the enhancements from the Intermediate Strengthening Serum, Su Bai’s body was practically diamond-tier—far beyond what an average athlete could damage.
Not to mention, he had the Misfortune Sensor. If anything dangerous was about to happen, the System would warn him in advance.
Not bad. The Wan sisters’ concern was touching. These two were genuinely sweet—materialistic, sure, but once they committed to him, they were all in.
Plus, they were natural-born maid material.
As any wealthy person knew, finding reliable domestic help was extremely difficult. Countless rich old men had been backstabbed by their staff, no matter how professionally trained they were.
But the Wan sisters? Untainted gems, molded to Su Bai’s preferences.
Once the massage ended, the two scurried off to the kitchen to plan tomorrow’s breakfast. When Su Bai asked what they were making, they just giggled and played coy.
Fine, a little mystery was good.
A fresh take on breakfast wasn’t a bad thing.
The Chinese restaurant at Yarsagor was undeniably skilled, but its style leaned too upscale. Sometimes Su Bai craved something bolder—and Chen Yusheng loved strong flavors too—so the Wan sisters’ breakfast experiments were welcome.
After a quick shower, Su Bai toweled off just as Xia Lin sent the edited video to his WeChat.
The drone footage looked fantastic, and with the right effects, it made Su Bai look like some kind of superhuman pogo stick.
"This footage could probably fool scouts into thinking I’m pro material."
Feeling smug, Su Bai showed it to Chen Yusheng.
She watched it expressionlessly before nodding. "Not bad. Director Xia’s editing skills are next level… Ugh, I have zero talent for this. Everything I touch turns into meme-worthy chaos."
As she spoke, she subtly studied Su Bai’s reaction from the corner of her eye.
Xia Lin intimidated her. That innate elegance? The undeniable aura of a true rich girl? Deadly.
Who could resist a stunning, wealthy beauty’s advances? Chen Yusheng was pretty sure Su Bai was enjoying it—and that thought made her pout.
Su Bai smirked, pinching her cheek. "Isn’t that a good thing? You and Director Xia have different strengths. No overlap."
"Hmph~"
"I’ll ask her for the raw footage. You can make your meme version."
"...Wait, seriously?"
Chen Yusheng was surprised. She’d just been teasing—couple banter, not an actual complaint. Su Bai was already a model harem protagonist, fairness-wise.
But Su Bai actually got the footage and, like a picky client, ordered, "Make me a ridiculous edit. Basketball Fire vibes."
"Pfft—you’re insane. You’re way hotter than the guys from Basketball Fire."
"Really? They were heartthrobs back in the day."
"Different league. They were too scrawny. Only a big, sturdy guy like you can satisfy me~"
Chen Yusheng clung to him, cooing and nuzzling.
She wasn’t wrong. With her appetite, an average man wouldn’t stand a chance.
Soon, Xia Lin sent over the footage, and the two huddled at the computer, tinkering with editing software.
The whole night slipped by like that.
Meanwhile, in the grad school dorm, Xia Lin sighed at her screen.
"Why the long face, Chancellor?" Her roommate and best friend walked past, sipping warm milk. "Feeling lonely again? Just ask your Su Bai out already! Life’s too short to be this reserved. A woman’s youth is fleeting—if you like someone, enjoy it while you can."
"Shut it."
Xia Lin rolled her eyes, too tired to counter her friend’s shamelessness.
This girl had been egging her on since freshman year to "live a little."
As for the friend herself? She practiced what she preached—cycling through boyfriends every seven to nine months.
Xia Lin couldn’t operate like that. Even mustering the courage to flirt with Su Bai took effort. Strict upbringing and all.
She was old-fashioned, the "one and only" type, with sky-high standards. If the right person didn’t come along, she’d stay single forever.
Now, Su Bai was that person—except he was surrounded by beauties. The competition was insane, even by Xia Lin’s well-traveled standards.
But after today’s chat with the Wan sisters, Xia Lin felt an unexpected sense of camaraderie…

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