Su Bai, Who Easily Draws Attention from Beautiful Women

Actually, Xue Tao's exaggerated outfit fit Su Bai's expectations perfectly.

Hmm, how should I put it?

The first time the class played basketball, Xue Tao dressed up in this ridiculous way too.

A "gear enthusiast," you could say.

Su Bai didn't dislike gear enthusiasts. From an economic perspective, the more gear enthusiasts there were in a sport, the more cash flow they contributed to the industry, promoting the development of related sectors. It's hard to find profitable niches to sell things these days, after all.

The main problem was that Xue Tao's gear was just too bizarre. On a basketball court, he might still pass for a human being; at most, people would take a second look and silently wonder if the poor guy had just been discharged from the hospital and was doing some sort of rehabilitation training.

But in a gym? It was just too rare.

"Take them off, take them off. Take off those knee pads and elbow guards. You don't have much strength to begin with; wearing all that, I'm afraid you won't even be able to push up the empty bar," Su Bai roasted him.

"Holy crap, no way. Brother Bai, you're exaggerating. I can easily bench press at least forty kilograms," Xue Tao promised, patting his chest.

Then he asked Wang Haoran what his current bench press record was.

"Ah, me? I just press 40kg. I'm a total noob."

Wang Haoran never tried to hide his physical weakness.

After all, he didn't care about saving face in this area. But if you trashed his gaming skills or claimed he didn't understand ACG culture, he would definitely see red.

Indeed, people's sensitivities cannot be generalized.

Very well, then today's goal is tentatively set at 40kg!

Xue Tao thought to himself.

This goal made a lot of sense. It felt like Wang Haoran hadn't been training for long. If his starting weight couldn't even beat the initial training results of a "2D Game Immortal," then wouldn't I, Xue Zhitao, completely lose face?

Speaking of which, Xue Tao had indeed always felt that he strongly resembled that famous singer with the same surname.

Fortunately, he hadn't mentioned this in the dorm, or Su Bai definitely wouldn't have been able to keep a straight face.

Where exactly is the resemblance, may I ask?

Aside from the surname and gender, there didn't seem to be any common points.

In short, the three "legends" of Dorm 510 had gathered together at Jiangcheng University's hottest gym.

"Hello, students. You look unfamiliar. Is this your first time here?"

The sales girl at the front desk looked the three of them over with a smile, then locked her gaze onto Su Bai.

She said "everyone," but her mind was only on Su Bai.

This salesperson, thinking only of her own interests.

Actually, this situation was quite normal. After all, Xue Tao showed zero signs of training and had a face that said, "I came to the gym on a whim but won't stick with it."

Although physiognomy sounds like metaphysics, if you think about it carefully, it's just the ancients' Big Data, and Big Data is reliable.

As for Wang Haoran, the sales girl actually remembered him, but since he had already bought an annual pass and purchased lessons, he wasn't a target for upselling.

So, she might as well focus on Su Bai.

"It's... the first time. Cough, well, not exactly the first time. I trained for a while during the summer vacation, but I had to put it aside to help with the family business. After school started, there were so many things to do... By the way, I'm a Jiangcheng local..."

It had begun.

Su Bai and Wang Haoran exchanged a glance.

They both saw helplessness and a struggle to keep a straight face in each other's eyes.

Xue Tao was just like that. When he met a strange and attractive girl, he would get shy and wordy, running his mouth and saying all sorts of weird things.

Then, eventually, he would circle back to the fact that he was a "Jiangcheng local with four houses."

Su Bai and Wang Haoran had once discussed how this damn local had developed such an outrageous linguistic habit.

"Probably some kind of mental seal engraved in his brain, or maybe a Gu worm was planted in him," the chuunibyou 2D Game Immortal Wang Haoran had evaluated.

This was enough to show that Xue Tao was indeed the most top-tier character Wang Haoran had ever encountered in his life. He could only use settings from fantasy or xianxia works to rationalize him so he wouldn't seem so outrageous.

Su Bai's view was more scientific. He believed that this identity flexing was the underlying logic of Xue Tao's language system, or rather, a habit of speech that had formed a conditioned reflex.

And since he lacked experience in flirting with girls, he would get incredibly nervous whenever he saw one. When people get nervous, their minds go blank.

All that's left is the underlying conditioned reflex.

So, whenever Xue Tao didn't want an awkward silence, he could only talk about his four houses.

Many years later, when Xue Tao passed away and donated his body to medical research, perhaps the doctor dissecting him would cut open his spine and look—oh wow—ten words would be clearly visible on his central nervous system:

[Jiangcheng Local, Family Has Four Houses]

Wang Haoran expressed admiration for Su Bai's deduction and stated that it was a pity Brother Bai hadn't studied physiology or medicine.

Before Xue Tao could shift the topic to the four houses, the two of them successfully scanned their faces and entered the gym to avoid being seen with Xue Tao by passersby, who might view them as the same species.

Better to just pretend they didn't know him.

Wang Haoran went directly to find his trainer.

Of course, the gym had female personal trainers, but Wang Haoran had rejected that option without a second thought, choosing a muscular male trainer who looked very powerful.

"Female trainers are too much trouble, and they don't look very tough... What if I get into a dispute with her during training?" The reason Wang Haoran gave was a bit ridiculous, but considering recent news, it was actually very pragmatic!

It appeared that the 2D Game Immortal was somewhat averse to real-life girls, avoiding them whenever possible, with absolutely no mindset of being tender toward the fairer sex.

As for Su Bai, he first found a treadmill to warm up.

He set a high pace right from the start, yet his steps were very light, drawing interested glances from other students running nearby.

Anyone who has spent time in a gym knows that the treadmill area is quite easy on the eyes. There are many beautifully dressed girls running; although their looks and figures vary, there are usually a few good-looking ones.

But this area has a downside: it's very noisy.

There's the noise of the treadmills themselves, plus the sound of gym-goers' feet pounding on the machines.

You can judge a runner's physical fitness by the lightness of their footsteps.

Clearly, Su Bai's physical fitness was on full display. His weight was definitely not low—at 1.85 meters tall with plenty of muscle, his weight couldn't be low—yet running at such a fast pace, he didn't look strained at all. In fact, he looked very relaxed.

After running for over ten minutes, he hadn't even broken a sweat.

Gradually, a number of girls gathered around Su Bai as the center. They set their machines to a walking pace, pretending to cool down, but in reality, their eyes were drifting toward Su Bai most of the time.

Don't think that only guys go to the gym to look at beautiful women; girls want to look at handsome guys, too.

Compared to those mass-produced muscle men in the gym who had bodies but lackluster faces, Su Bai's attraction was obviously far greater.