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.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
