It's said that most little girls are naturally fond of dancing, but Chen Yusheng wasn't sure if she liked it. She had always been a quiet person, content with doing things on her own. If it weren't for Su Bai, she probably wouldn’t have tried any of this.
Chen Yusheng's sense of balance was just average, and when she tried to mimic Jiang Qiuran's moves from the tutorial video, she predictably wobbled and nearly fell. Su Bai steadied her, and soon, what was supposed to be dancing turned into him playfully adjusting her limbs like a puppet.
"Feels like I'm being treated as a doll."
"A life-sized doll of your quality would definitely be expensive."
"Haha, as if you couldn’t afford it!"
"Seems like dancing really isn’t your thing. But look, even just posing randomly for a photo, you still come off better than her."
Su Bai casually found an angle and snapped a few pictures with his phone.
Lately, he had been experimenting with the camera and lenses he bought, quickly picking up photography. According to the anime club’s senior Xiong, Su Bai had a natural talent for it—though whether that was genuine praise or just flattery remained unclear.
That’s how it was when you had money—people complimented you all the time, making you feel like you were good at everything.
But Chen Yusheng truly was exceptional. When she saw the photos Su Bai took of her, her eyes sparkled with delighted surprise.
Her figure was undeniably stunning.
With her long legs and height of 1.73 meters, the visual impact of her photos far surpassed that of petite girls under 1.6 meters.
After a moment of thought, Chen Yusheng, her heart racing with excitement, said, "Take me with you next time you go to the gym."
"Sure. Oh, who do you want to go with?" Su Bai suddenly thought of something, a mischievous grin curling his lips. "I’ve got quite a few workout buddies lately—you can pick Yangyang or Xia."
Working out together was a quick way for girls to bond, and besides, both Yangyang and Xia were gentle-natured.
Chen Yusheng hesitated for a while before choosing Yangyang. After all… how to put it? Xia’s presence was just too intimidating. Both women came from wealthy families, but Yangyang gave off a more harmless, approachable vibe.
So it was settled.
The second basketball game drew a smaller crowd than the first. Su Bai glanced around and guessed that about eighty percent of the spectators were there to see him.
Their opponents were a class from the mechanical engineering department, which included a high school alum of Xue Tao.
Their skills were mediocre—compared to the law school class with their bald star player, they lost even more decisively.
However, after the match, Su Bai’s system once again notified him of a reputation boost.
He was certain the anime club hadn’t pulled any new stunts lately, and the buzz from their earlier short videos had already faded.
On the other hand, the basketball game video Xia had edited for him had gotten a pretty good response.
After checking with the system, he roughly understood the mechanics.
Essentially, as long as Su Bai’s personal reputation grew and was tied to a relevant organization, rewards would follow.
The criteria were fairly lenient.
"So, the people who usually film me and post clips online are actually helping me out… Not bad."
After the game, Su Bai made a rare trip back to his dorm to change out of his sweaty clothes, then met Liu Chenyang for dinner at the second-floor cafeteria.
As soon as they sat down, before he could bring up the gym plans with Chen Yusheng, Yangyang spoke up with an embarrassed expression:
"Su Bai, there’s something I wanted to ask for your help with… Um, it’s probably not the kind of situation you’d enjoy, and it’s not like you absolutely have to go—"
"What the hell? I don’t even know what it is yet, and you’re already second-guessing yourself." Su Bai teased, patting Liu Chenyang’s head.
They had booked a private room, so they didn’t have to worry about other students finding their interactions strange—after all, under normal circumstances, two male friends wouldn’t engage in head-patting.
Yangyang stuck out her tongue. "Well, I just thought you might not like clubbing. A friend of my dad’s just opened a new nightclub, and I need to show face, but going alone… Honestly, I always feel a little nervous in those places."
"Got it."
Su Bai nodded in understanding. For someone with Yangyang’s soft and timid personality, nightclubs could feel uncomfortably overwhelming.
As for him? He didn’t mind.
"Why did you assume I don’t like clubbing?"
"Because you never go! You’re either gaming with Wang Haoran in the dorm or heading back to Shanshui Diepin with them, um—"
Yangyang was so innocent. Despite having been intimate with Su Bai multiple times, she still blushed like a middle school girl when mentioning such things.
Su Bai chuckled. "Nah, my interests are pretty broad. The reason I seem uninterested is just that I don’t have friends to go with. What would I do alone, hit on girls? The kind you meet in those places always feels a bit… off."
He was genuinely curious about the legendary nightclub experiences—after all, with his financial freedom, splurging on a "Divine Dragon Set," being hailed as "Big Bro," and enjoying the performances sounded like fun.
As for the classic post-clubbing "massage" session… he didn’t need any girls from the club for that. He could just take Yangyang somewhere to rest afterward. Much more comfortable.
Hearing Su Bai’s plan, Yangyang brightened, her eyes shimmering with anticipation.
Su Bai really was a gift from the heavens.
In the past, whenever Liu Chenyang had to mingle in those circles, she always felt a faint sense of fear and confusion.
On one hand, her identity had to remain hidden. On the other, her social skills were lacking—she could manage superficially, but she wasn’t naturally suited for high-pressure socializing. At her core, she was just a gentle, soft-spoken girl.
Su Bai was different. Though he also preferred quiet moments, he was thick-skinned, a true social butterfly, and full of clever ideas.
So Yangyang confided more of her worries about why nightclub scenes were so tricky for her…
"In those places, you either bring your own female companion or end up mingling with those escort models… Ugh, I hate that whole scene!"
Clearly, despite her father’s insistence on raising her as a "capable heir," Liu Chenyang’s preferences were unwavering.
She liked men—specifically, tall, strong, masculine ones like Su Bai.
Making her flirt with female escorts was pure torture.
Doing it too much might even expose her true nature, making people suspicious.
"Don’t worry, we’ll order girls together, and I’ll handle the interactions." Su Bai figured that with his current skills, dealing with a model or two wouldn’t be a problem.
"Mhm, just having you there with me makes me happy."
It was more about the symbolic reassurance—just Su Bai’s presence gave Liu Chenyang a sense of security.
People were like that. Once they found someone strong and trustworthy to rely on, their whole demeanor brightened.
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.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
