Under the fluttering skirt, even the trajectory of the tennis ball seemed to slow down.
Su Bai knew this was likely the effect of the body-enhancing serum—or perhaps it was simply because he was so captivated by the dynamic grace of Yangyang’s movements that his focus sharpened, making his reflexes on the court even quicker.
Most ball games held some appeal for Su Bai.
He just never had the time to try many of them.
There’s a saying that loving sports is innate in men.
Well, no argument there.
"Su Bai, you’re improving so fast! I feel like I’ll soon be no match for you," Yangyang said after several rounds, slightly out of breath. Her fitted tank top rose and fell with her excited breathing.
Clearly, she had noticed the leap in Su Bai’s physical abilities.
"Honestly, I could already crush you right now. I’m just going easy on you," Su Bai teased, tapping the handle of his racket against his palm.
"Heh, I don’t believe you. I’ve trained for years—my skills aren’t that shabby. Just you wait!"
"Alright, I’ll take this round seriously. Let’s see what you’ve got."
Naturally, Su Bai continued to hold back, keeping the match evenly balanced.
How could he bear to push her too hard? Besides, as a beginner, his control was far from precise. If he swung with full force and accidentally sent the ball straight into Yangyang’s face, that would be a disaster.
Better to keep it light and playful.
After all, tennis wasn’t the main event today.
Post-match, Yangyang felt invigorated. For someone with her constitution, sweating it out regularly was essential.
And when exercising with Su Bai, she didn’t have to bind her chest—it felt natural, freeing.
She twisted open an ice-cold bottle of water, took a big gulp, then leaned against Su Bai’s shoulder.
The bench by the court was quite high, and Liu Chenyang sat there, swinging her feet clad in white socks and sneakers.
Suddenly, she realized something and reached out to touch the front of Su Bai’s shirt.
"You liar! You weren’t even trying!"
"How’d you figure that out?"
"Your shirt isn’t even damp… how can you call it serious if you’re not sweating?"
"That’s because my body cools efficiently now. No need to sweat."
"Really?"
"Really."
It was the truth—Su Bai rarely broke a sweat these days.
It might sound counterintuitive, but from a purely statistical standpoint, the intermediate body-enhancing serum had boosted his physique from 88 points to 138—a 50-point leap.
According to the system’s rules, anything beyond 99 points surpassed the limits of ordinary humans.
So, defying physiological norms wasn’t just expected—it was inevitable.
"Test me out. Whether it’s tennis or anything else, I barely sweat now."
"Wow, that’s amazing… hehe, I like hugging you even more now. Love how fresh and cool you feel."
Yangyang nuzzled against Su Bai’s arm, her eyes growing hazy as her heartbeat quickened.
She knew what was coming next. Ugh… doing that with Su Bai in the sports hall he’d gifted her.
Ever since their first time on the mountain, their rendezvous spots had grown increasingly unconventional.
Hardly any proper locations.
But then again, Yangyang adored this rebellious streak—loved how Su Bai brought out her wild side.
Maybe it was compensation for being too well-behaved during her teenage years.
Her love for speeding in cars stemmed from the same impulse.
Su Bai held Yangyang close, indulging her for a while before things escalated.
……
Afterward, he took her to Tianrong District for some local specialties.
No denying it—that restaurant was fantastic. While it got crowded on holidays, weekdays were spacious, and a half-day heads-up ensured the freshest ingredients.
Liu Chenyang was a true Jiangcheng native—more so than Xue Tao, if you traced their roots. Naturally, her standards for local cuisine were uncompromising.
Only one hiccup: that rustic eatery in Tianrong was a hotspot for the wealthy. Yangyang worried about running into acquaintances and felt a little uneasy.
"Why so nervous? Didn’t I just replenish you?" Su Bai teased.
"W-what replenishment?! Stop talking about that!" Liu Chenyang covered her face in embarrassment, then reached to muffle Su Bai’s mouth.
Her flustered expression was utterly adorable.
At the peak of their passion, Yangyang had done something that stunned Su Bai.
It was common knowledge that better physical condition led to… greater output. Su Bai was no exception. Yet Yangyang had… consumed it all!
And not reluctantly—her expression was one of pure relish, worlds apart from those who forced themselves for performance’s sake.
This revelation gave Su Bai a whole new perspective on her.
Could it be that, to her, the taste was genuinely… enjoyable?
No way…
Liu Chenyang’s fidgeting betrayed her thoughts. So when they got in the car and met Su Bai’s amused gaze, she decided to retaliate with her sharp little teeth—a playful punishment.
The sudden shift caught Su Bai off guard. After a brief adjustment, his furrowed brows relaxed.
Ah~
Not a punishment at all.
He began scheming: if this was the case, he’d have to let Yangyang indulge more often. Supposedly, it improved her constitution.
Compared to massages, this method was decidedly more… unconventional. He wondered how her father would react if he found out.
Ah, no turning back now!
His influence had fully unleashed her true nature.
……
Weekend.
The second match was scheduled for Saturday evening—a far better arrangement than the last.
Even the most degenerate college student would be awake by then.
The night before, the manager of The Ascott had informed Su Bai about a fresh batch of lotus roots arriving. The hotel’s Chinese restaurant would use them for lotus root soup, so Su Bai skipped the Wan Sisters’ cooking for breakfast.
Lotus root soup was a regional specialty—nutritious and uniquely fragrant, a flavor hard to replicate elsewhere.
Upscale hotel kitchens, however, had a habit of tossing in luxury ingredients, sometimes ruining the dish. Adding abalone, shark fin, or tendon turned it into something closer to Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.
Su Bai found that approach excessive. Cooking wasn’t about mindlessly piling on expensive items—balance mattered.
After enough high-end meals, he’d decoded chefs’ tricks: certain premium ingredients were often shoehorned in just to justify the price.
Sigh. Formulas.
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
