Yaoyang Perfectly Masters the White Tennis Skirt

Su Bai's upgraded looks were so dazzling that they made the girls around him weak in the knees. Naturally, when two female classmates saw the Wan sisters being so intimate with Su Bai, they couldn't help but feel jealous.

Generally speaking, when girls criticize another girl for being "too flirty with men," there's a high chance they're actually interested in the guy themselves.

The elective class was a mixed bag, with students from every grade and major. Some upperclassmen, seasoned veterans, knew that group projects were part of the course and went all out to expand their social networks through teamwork.

Some people even found love this way.

Plenty of girls had their eyes on Su Bai, but less than a minute after the professor announced the project, his team was already formed. The efficiency was downright impressive.

"That group is definitely going to rely on Su Bai to do all the work in the end. What do art students even know?" one of the girls muttered disdainfully under her breath.

Su Bai could hear them—his enhanced physique had sharpened his hearing as well.

Seems like the girls had quite the grudge against the Wan sisters.

Not surprising. Based on Su Bai's observations, girls tended to bully shorter, cuter-looking peers more easily. Taller girls often seemed less approachable, though Wan Xinyan had her own ways of handling things. If anyone tried to mess with her, they'd likely regret it.

She wasn't some pushover—she just acted like an innocent bunny around Su Bai because of her loyalty to him.

Most girls would crumble under the weight of their classmates' gossip, but Wan Xinyan simply tuned it out. Whatever nonsense the other girls whispered about her didn’t affect her life in the slightest.

After listening to the professor’s assignment, Wan Xinyan opened her laptop and started researching. She was laser-focused.

When it came to humanities subjects, she could grasp them with enough effort. As for writing essays or compiling reports, those were just tedious tasks—no real skill required, especially with AI tools to help.

By the end of class, Wan Xinyan already had everything under control. She tugged at Chen Yusheng’s sleeve and said,

"Yusheng, don’t even worry about the midterm. Just leave it all to me and my sister!"

"Uh… isn’t that a bit…?"

"Come on, Yusheng, just focus on your research. No need to waste time on these pointless classes."

"Well…"

She had a point.

Chen Yusheng hated dealing with hassle, and honestly, having someone reliable handle the mindless coursework was a relief. The Wan sisters were trustworthy—way better than the horror stories of people getting scammed by shady freelancers.

Was this another perk of dating Su Bai?

The thought swirled in her mind, and she found herself increasingly convinced—Su Bai having a harem wasn’t wrong at all. It was the right call.

Only those inside could truly appreciate its beauty.

———

That afternoon, Su Bai went to inspect the tennis facility.

Wu Hanyu had been decent enough to have his team refurbish the place before handing it over.

Clearly, the guy came from a well-off family—he knew how to do business right. He’d covered the maintenance costs himself without asking Su Bai for extra payment.

Compared to the sale price of the facility, the upkeep was a drop in the bucket, but some less scrupulous businessmen would still nickel-and-dime their clients over it. Left a bad impression.

"That covers the basics. If you run into any issues, just give me a call. I’m usually in Jiangcheng—available anytime."

The foreman handed Su Bai his business card before rounding up his crew and leaving.

Soon, the place was empty except for Su Bai and Liu Chenyang.

Chenyang was dressed in a denim outfit today—whether by coincidence or some unspoken connection with the two "denim queens" at Su Bai’s place, who could say?

The difference was, she wore wide-leg pants instead of skinny jeans.

Couldn’t go for the tight fit—she still had to maintain her male disguise most of the time, and snug denim would’ve made her curves way too obvious.

Chenyang had a nicely rounded backside.

Not overly plump, but perky and well-defined, with smooth curves that perfectly matched Su Bai’s tastes. Unlike some foreigners who fetishized absurdly large rear ends—Su Bai found those just plain unbalanced.

Same logic applied to other assets.

"I still can’t believe it… someone would spend so much money just for my hobby…"

Chenyang clung to Su Bai’s arm, her expression dreamy.

When her gaze briefly met his, her cheeks flushed pink.

"Su Bai, you’re so good to me…"

"Glad you like it. And I’m not just here for tennis with you."

As he spoke, Su Bai’s fingers slipped past her denim jacket, teasing the slender waist beneath her thin T-shirt. He’d noticed—Chenyang loved wearing these soft, delicate fabrics. Compared to the usual stiff cotton tees, they suited her petite frame much better.

With the jacket covering it, the touch didn’t seem out of place.

"Mmm… S-stop that for now. I need to change first. You’ve got time to play a few rounds with me, right?"

"Sure, I’m free till sunset."

"Great! I’ll go get changed~"

(He was actually free after dark too. Su Bai just said that offhand—part of his natural "player instincts." Never box yourself in. If things went well and they wanted to extend their time together, he could always claim he’d rearranged his schedule just for her. Extra brownie points.)

(He pulled this move with Yusheng and his senior sometimes too. Worked like a charm. Whether they were just naive or he was too slick, who could say?)

Before long, Liu Chenyang reappeared in her tennis gear.

Honestly, Su Bai had been looking forward to this. Back when he was a kid watching women’s tennis on TV, some of those blonde foreign players were downright mesmerizing.

He remembered one who’d moaned during matches—sounded downright sinful.

Later, while browsing adult films, he’d seen actresses in tennis outfits too. But let’s just say… they didn’t quite measure up.

The vibrant, wholesome energy of an actual sportswoman? Impossible to fake.

And today, Chenyang embodied it perfectly.

A pristine white tennis skirt, its layered folds cascading just above mid-thigh.

The firm yet supple lines of her shoulders and arms rising and falling with each breath.

From a distance, she reminded Su Bai of a slender, graceful sapling.

She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear—her hairline already slightly damp despite not having started playing yet.

Su Bai could easily picture it: Chenyang in the locker room, blushing as she changed, eager for his reaction yet nervous about not being perfect enough…

Damn. Not bad at all.

How’d he get so lucky, unearthing such a hidden gem?

Su Bai felt blessed. No matter the type, he always stumbled upon the best girls.

"So… how do I look?"

"Gorgeous. Almost makes me forget about tennis…"

"Don’t come over here! Let’s play first. If you start getting handsy, I… I might not want to play either…"

Seeing Su Bai step toward her, Chenyang quickly warned him to stay on his side of the court.

After all, it's a brand-new tennis court—I can't help but want to test it out and see how it feels.

As for doing that with Su Bai… well, that’s happening too, but it can wait a little longer. Hehe.