Inborn Black Silk Pantyhose Saintly Body

Chen Yusheng basically wore black pantyhose all year round.

Her circulation wasn’t great, and she was prone to feeling cold, especially in her legs and feet. Wearing pantyhose kept her comfortable.

As for why she chose black? Simple—black was the most stain-resistant.

It was a ridiculous reason, but for a straight-laced STEM girl like Chen Yusheng, whose logic often defied convention, it made perfect sense.

To everyone else, however, the effect was undeniable: Chen Yusheng was born to wear black pantyhose.

They suited her effortlessly—harmonious, elegant without being flashy, alluring without being vulgar.

Closing her laptop, Chen Yusheng headed out for lunch. As she passed the dormitory mirror, it reflected the face of a girl who could make any man’s heart skip a beat.

Her complexion, though, carried a faint trace of exhaustion.

Her mother’s condition was worsening, and the hospital bills kept climbing.

Her savings had long been drained, and now Chen Yusheng was shouldering all her mother’s medical expenses alone.

To make money, she worked on commercial projects Professor Luo had secured for the lab, earning a salary.

But it still wasn’t enough to cover everything, so she leveraged her gaming skills to become a paid companion for online players.

The income from this gig was unpredictable—orders didn’t come in consistently.

Sometimes, a request would pop up late at night when she was already exhausted, but she’d force herself to stay awake and finish the session.

After all, the next order might not come for a while. Every opportunity to earn had to be seized.

Today, luck was on her side. Some rich guy had actually booked her for an entire month—well, that phrasing sounded a bit odd.

In any case, she now had a stable, long-term income.

Chen Yusheng was thrilled, but something felt off.

That user, "CrispyWhiteGoose," had never even played a game with her before transferring the monthly payment upfront.

At first, she suspected ulterior motives.

But after two hours of gaming together, CrispyWhiteGoose hadn’t crossed a single line.

No prying into her personal life.

No requests for "proof" of her legs.

Not even playful teasing during the game.

It was just wholesome, no-nonsense gaming—following her lead, racking up kills, and spamming "666" in admiration.

Overall, he came across as a cheerful, outgoing college guy.

So why drop over 10,000 yuan on her just like that?

Was it really as he claimed—just because she had "a nice voice and killer gaming skills"?

After puzzling over it for a while, Chen Yusheng shook her head and gave up.

Whatever. The money was already in her account. As long as he stayed this decent, it was a win—she’d have a steady income now. Even after the platform’s cut, she’d still pocket over 10,000 a month.

What paid companion wouldn’t love a client like this?

Time for lunch. She still had afternoon classes to attend.

Ugh. When would this relentless grind ever end?

Deep down, Chen Yusheng knew that if she lowered her standards, fast money would come easily.

With her looks, figure, untouched reputation, and the prestige of being a top-tier university student, plenty of wealthy men would line up.

But she refused to sink to that level.

As long as she could earn honestly through her own efforts, she’d never compromise.

Unless… well, no unless!

——

Male Dorm 7, Room 510.

Su Bai shut down his computer and turned to Wang Haoran. "Let’s grab lunch?"

"Let’s go!"

It was just past noon. Most students with morning classes hadn’t been released yet, meaning the cafeteria wouldn’t be too crowded.

In another half-hour, it’d be a mob scene—even buying a soda would require a long queue.

The closest cafeteria to Dorm 7 was Cafeteria Three.

As they entered, Su Bai made a smooth pivot.

Instead of heading to the usual first-floor stalls, he took the escalator straight up to the second-floor premium section.

Sure, he’d already indulged at breakfast, but that was hours ago. His stomach was growling again.

As everyone knew, male college students could out-eat a farm-raised hog.

And Su Bai, tall and broad-shouldered, had an appetite even larger than most.

"Seriously, the second floor? The food here’s overpriced—it’s all corporate-style stuff," Wang Haoran hesitated. His financial situation was about the same as Su Bai’s before his "big reveal."

"Relax. Dad’s treating today. Four dishes and a soup—let’s feast!" Su Bai declared with a flourish.

"Whoa, since when are you this generous? Even Chu Mingzhe and Xue Tao have never taken us out to eat."

"That’s because they’re cheap. Always flexing their ‘wealth,’ but can’t even spring for Cafeteria Three’s second floor?"

"True."

Wang Haoran nodded in agreement. Su Bai really was nothing like those two.

Still, one thing puzzled him.

If Su Bai was actually loaded, why had he lived so modestly since freshman year?

His daily essentials, his clothes—all unassuming.

It was only today that he’d suddenly started splurging.

When Wang Haoran voiced his confusion, Su Bai grinned.

"Remember how I told you I was adopted?"

"Yeah, you mentioned it."

"Well, turns out some overseas tycoon family tracked me down. Said I was their long-lost young master. So, you know."

Su Bai rubbed his fingers together in the universal sign for cash.

Wang Haoran’s eyes nearly popped out. "Wait, bro, you’re serious? This is some TikTok mini-drama plot!"

"Dead serious. But keep it low-key, alright? I’d rather not make a spectacle."

"Got it, got it."

After a brief wave of envy, Wang Haoran shrugged it off.

Luck like this was pure chance. If Su Bai had hit the jackpot, good for him—at least his friends could enjoy the perks too.

At the table, they ordered four hearty dishes:

Braised fish, cumin lamb, chicken stewed with mushrooms, and shrimp with leeks.

Plus a carrot-corn-pork rib soup.

All homestyle dishes, but miles better than the questionable fare on the first floor.

The price tag reflected the upgrade—nearly 200 yuan for the spread.

This time, Su Bai’s luck was only so-so—just a 2x cashback reward. A net gain of 200 yuan.

Not bad, though his expectations had been inflated by earlier windfalls.

He’d scout for more indulgent spending opportunities in the afternoon.

After demolishing the meal, Su Bai and Wang Haoran waddled back to the dorm, stomachs full.

The moment they stepped inside, they found Chu Mingzhe and Xue Tao in the middle of a heated debate.

"The facts are right there. Everyone in the CS department knows Professor Luo handpicked Chen Yusheng to lead his corporate projects. She’s pulling in thousands a month—she doesn’t need handouts! She’s supporting herself just fine!"

Chu Mingzhe was once again defending his goddess.

Rattling off Chen Yusheng’s accomplishments, he practically glowed with pride.

Weird, considering none of that glory was his.

Xue Tao scoffed. "Oh please. Girls have expensive tastes. A few thousand a month? That’s nothing. Clothes, bags, makeup—it all adds up. You think they live like us broke dorm guys, skipping even mobile game microtransactions?"

Wang Haoran protested, "What the hell, man? What's your problem with us free-to-play gamers? Do I have to spend money on mi-whatever games?"

"...Wasn't talking about you, just making a point," Xue Tao paused. "Chu Mingzhe, you need to drop the rose-tinted glasses for Chen Yusheng. What's so special about the 'Goddess Dorm'? My new girlfriend is in the same dorm, and she's just as good as Chen Yusheng!"

"I don't care. In my eyes, Chen Yusheng is the most exceptional goddess. If I can't win her over, I'd rather stay single all four years of college."

Chu Mingzhe spouted his delusional simp rhetoric with an almost holy glow on his face.

Xue Tao was stunned. "Holy shit, you're really gonna die on this hill? She doesn’t even acknowledge you, and here you are guarding your chastity in the void?"

"Heh, the rejections I’ve faced are just minor setbacks on the road to success. A man of true taste would only go for Chen Yusheng. Only those who lack the chops settle for second best."

"...The hell’s that supposed to mean?"

Xue Tao was livid.

Truth be told, his real crush was another girl in the "Goddess Dorm," but with her swarm of suitors, he knew he didn’t stand a chance. So he "settled" for Liu Yuanyuan, the only plain-looking one in the dorm.

But "plain" was only relative to her roommates—compared to the general female population, she was still a knockout!

Not bad at all.

It had only been a month since the semester started, and how many classmates were already in relationships? Xue Tao’s charm was clearly top-tier.

Who the hell did this bastard Chu Mingzhe think he was, looking down on him?

And all that crap about "taste"—flaunting his Shanghai roots like it made him superior.

Xue Tao was a local from Jiangcheng, a land-rich kid with four family properties raking in hefty rent every month.

His monthly allowance alone was at least 10,000 yuan.

Plus, his parents had bought him a Magotan right after school started—a 200,000-yuan joint-venture sedan. How many freshmen had a Magotan to cruise around in?

As for their argument, Su Bai watched coldly from the sidelines, purely for entertainment.

In his head, he mimicked the exaggerated gestures and absurd catchphrases of a certain viral Douyin streamer:

["Shanghai Elite vs. Local Tycoon—y’all seeing this?"]

When Chu Mingzhe and Xue Tao showed no signs of stopping their bickering, Su Bai finally cut in, "Alright, enough. Take your fight to the hallway—I need a nap."

"Su Bai, settle this for us. What do you think of Chen Yusheng?" Xue Tao pressed.

"Yeah, let Su Bai be the judge," Chu Mingzhe insisted.

Su Bai yawned. "Can’t be bothered. Ate too much at lunch—carb coma."

He pulled the blanket over his head and crashed.

No way was he getting dragged into this pointless drama. Better to save his energy for figuring out how to slack off properly in the afternoon.