When it came to pleasing Su Bai, Chen Yusheng had developed a complete methodology. After all, their relationship had begun with her role as his gaming companion, and from the start, she had carefully studied Su Bai's personality type—marking the first time in her life she'd ever seriously analyzed a guy.
Su Bai wasn’t the easiest person to understand. His thought processes operated in strange ways, but fortunately, Chen Yusheng just happened to sync with him perfectly.
Lately, as they spent more time watching anime together, Chen Yusheng noticed something: this guy, "Big White Goose," was utterly obsessed with stockings.
Men’s fascination with stockings was often criticized by female classmates, since most girls didn’t actually enjoy wearing them—finding them stuffy and uncomfortable—while the garment itself carried an air of suggestiveness.
Chen Yusheng, however, saw things differently. Putting aside the fact that she personally liked wearing them, wasn’t it perfectly normal to dress in ways that pleased your boyfriend?
Couples should make each other happy. It wasn’t fair for girls to just sit back and wait for guys to fawn over them. That made no sense.
During an afternoon nap, Chen Yusheng lay beside Su Bai, watching him scroll through short videos.
Su Bai was the type of guy who would openly watch suggestive content in front of his girlfriend, offering blunt critiques and even discussing which outfits would suit her better. Shameless, really.
But when you thought about it, compared to those secretly wild capitalists with far more depraved tastes, Su Bai’s preferences were actually pretty mild.
His love for stockings, though? That was downright devout.
Chen Yusheng noticed him replaying one particular video several times. The content wasn’t anything special—just the usual heavily filtered, borderline-suggestive influencer swaying to music.
"Trash tier," Su Bai remarked sharply. "Zero dance skills."
"Didn’t your childhood friend learn dance?" Chen Yusheng caught the keyword, asking with an amused smile.
"Did she? If she did, she’s long forgotten. Her waist might as well be made of iron—if she’d pursued dance professionally, she’d have retired young from injuries." Su Bai scoffed. "Besides, these days, studying dance is pretty much a dead end. Too many downsides. Someone as opportunistic as Jiang Qiuran would never bother. Better to coast through broadcasting studies—easy and stress-free."
Before college, high schoolers often harbored naive dreams about mastering their majors and leading intellectually fulfilling lives.
Then reality hit. Just passing your courses was hard enough. Most students just picked whatever had decent job prospects.
Ironically, lighter coursework left room for students to explore their own paths, whether pursuing personal interests or internships…
Su Bai had to admit Jiang Qiuran’s pragmatism wasn’t wrong—just her personality and values were a bit off.
"She’s really that calculating? Then why does she keep sending you those little videos…?"
Chen Yusheng knew Su Bai sent her money in return, but it still baffled her. The whole thing felt morally questionable.
Su Bai smirked mysteriously. "Ah, that’s where you’re mistaken. Some girls are just wired to crave being controlled—even mistreated. Honestly, I should’ve noticed her tendencies earlier."
"Any new content from your childhood friend today?"
"Yep. Classic ‘goddess dorm’ material…"
Su Bai pulled up the video, and they watched together.
At first glance, this habit seemed bizarre. Chen Yusheng had found it strange too, but after Su Bai "encouraged" her to watch enough times, she’d grown accustomed to it—even started enjoying it.
If she didn’t watch, curiosity gnawed at her about what new antics Jiang Qiuran had concocted.
But watching gave her this odd, conflicted feeling.
And when Su Bai coaxed her into reenacting Jiang Qiuran’s performances in front of him? That’s when the artistry truly peaked.
Somehow… Chen Yusheng lowkey enjoyed this weird ritual.
Human kinks were nothing if not malleable—especially under Su Bai’s domineering influence.
In the video, Jiang Qiuran’s outfit was meticulously planned: a snug basketball cheerleader uniform, likely custom-made.
"Big White, this outfit’s just for you~ Go team!"
The camera panned across the dorm room—empty except for her. No surprise there. This "goddess dorm" had two residents permanently lodged at the Yashige Hotel, and Liu Yuanyuan rarely stayed except to sleep.
Plenty of alone time for Jiang Qiuran’s creative endeavors.
She propped her phone at the perfect angle and recorded a dance.
Her lithe, seductive movements made Chen Yusheng frown.
"It looks good though? Why do you mock her?"
"Good how? It’s amateur at best. Can’t compare to actual dancers—just coasting on her figure. And even that’s overrated. Some might like that slender, girlish build, but I prefer curves."
Su Bai delivered his analysis with faux gravitas.
Still, Jiang Qiuran was undeniably talented at toeing the line. Every video she sent Su Bai was packed with inspiration, fueling new ways to entertain his harem.
Bless the childhood friend!
Honestly, Su Bai valued variety. With multiple romantic interests, you had to cultivate layered, sophisticated pleasures.
"I don’t get it." Chen Yusheng disagreed with his critique. To her, Jiang Qiuran’s dance was undeniably alluring—maybe Su Bai was just immune, having grown up with her?
Made sense.
Childhood friends had always been underdog heroes for a reason.
"This dance isn’t too intense. You could try it."
"Me? Dance?!" Chen Yusheng laughed. She knew her athletic limits—couldn’t even jump rope without tripping over herself.
"Come on, it’s just an excuse to move around. Even a genius AI girl needs exercise. How else will you handle future workloads?"
Under Su Bai’s coaxing, Chen Yusheng half-heartedly attempted some stretches.
All while Su Bai stared shamelessly.
No sugarcoating it—she was hilariously uncoordinated.
Chen Yusheng’s self-assessment was accurate.
Yet there was something endearing about her clumsy warm-up routine, especially paired with that perpetually deadpan face. The contrast was adorable.
(Not that Su Bai would ever say that out loud. He’d just enjoy the view.)
Afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting a radiant glow over Chen Yusheng’s flawless skin. Between her awkward movements and ethereal beauty, she looked like a video game character brought to life—a breathtakingly clumsy goddess.
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
