The Wan Sisters Went to Watch Su Bai Play Ball

Physical education courses offered elective activities, with popular options like basketball, archery, and Go requiring students to compete for slots during registration.

Go was the most laid-back choice—just sitting around without moving, maybe jogging a bit before class. Naturally, it was a hit among fragile college students and lazybones.

Su Bai had no interest in Go. Who still played traditional Go in this day and age? He preferred the computer version, "Eight-Player Go."

Checkmate, enlightenment!

So he signed up for basketball, the one sport he could somewhat play. Back in high school, he occasionally shot hoops with classmates to unwind.

At the court, the teacher was organizing warm-up drills—lining up and jogging.

Su Bai joined the group, standing next to Zhang Zhixuan, a guy from his class who lived in Room 514, diagonally across from Su Bai’s dorm.

They weren’t close, but rumors painted Zhang as a "love guru" who’d dated multiple times. He often shared "useful tips" about girls with classmates.

Well, "useful" was debatable—for many guys, those tips would remain irrelevant for all four years of college.

A tragic reality.

Spotting Su Bai, Zhang Zhixuan smirked suggestively.

"Today’s P.E. session is gonna be a treat."

"How so?"

"There’s a girls’ aerobics class practicing in the indoor gym north of the field. Slurp—"

Zhang practically drooled, daydreaming. "Once we’re free to roam, I’m definitely sneaking a peek. What a feast for the eyes."

As everyone knew, aerobics required skintight outfits.

Freshman girls, aged 18 or 19, chirping and giggling—just imagining the scene was enough to get the blood pumping.

"Bai, wanna come? You’re handsome—if we get caught peeping, they’ll go easy on us because of you." Zhang called him "Bai" partly because Su Bai towered over others, radiating big-bro energy.

Su Bai shook his head. "Nah."

"Why not? This might be our only chance. Who knows if they’ll be here next week?"

"Honestly, most girls look rough in figure-hugging clothes. Either flat as a board, stubby-limbed, or… y’know, press F to pay respects—"

"Pfft—damn, you’re right." Zhang chuckled. "But I did my research. There’s a pair of twins in that class—arts majors, baby-faced but stacked—"

"Wan Xinyan and Wan Xinyue?" Su Bai cut in.

"Whoa, Bai, you know them?"

"Sort of."

Zhang nodded in understanding. If Su Bai had some connection, peeping would feel weird and inappropriate.

Worse, running into them later would be awkward.

But Su Bai’s logic was different.

Right now, Wan Xinyan had added him on WeChat and asked him out.

She’d probably recognized his status.

So, he could just wait for her to chase him—no need to chase her.

Besides, when it came to sexy figures… he’d already had a taste with senior Zhou Jialu.

Su Bai wasn’t that thirsty right now.

"Alright, everyone’s here. Listen up," the basketball teacher—a retired city-team player—announced.

"After the National Day break, the school’s hosting a sports festival. Sign up for events if you’re interested."

"Today’s focus is recovery training. Given the toll of high school and military drills, your bodies need it… Five laps around the field!"

The teacher stood a head taller than Su Bai, easily 6’3", built like a tank.

His beer gut betrayed a desk-job diet, though—probably snacking nonstop while slacking off.

Five laps had the less athletic students groaning.

In the middle of the pack, Wang Haoran, Xue Tao, and Chu Mingzhe huddled together.

The lineup was height-based, so these three—all similarly average—stuck in the center, while Su Bai lingered at the back.

Wang Haoran, a fitness disaster, was gasping after one lap.

Xue Tao wasn’t much better but faked composure to one-up "Huyu" (Shanghai elite).

Chu Mingzhe, however, breezed through. This guy often ran past 10 PM—a cursed schedule—wearing flashy gear covered in glow strips. He claimed it was prep for joining some "Glow Run Club."

Rumor had it, the club was a dating hotspot.

Proof that beneath his "locals have no standards" rants, Huyu was a closet romantic.

Post-laps, some students collapsed onto the grass.

Wang Haoran, for instance, lay like a dead dog, mouth agape.

The teacher yanked him up.

"Don’t sit or lie down right after running. Walk it off first—let your body adjust."

Chu Mingzhe strolled leisurely, side-eyeing the amateurs.

Tch. These plebs know nothing about fitness.

No class at all.

Then his gaze landed on Su Bai, also casually walking.

His eyes bulged.

Hold up, bro.

What are you wearing?

Since Su Bai had been at the back, Chu Mingzhe hadn’t noticed earlier.

Now, up close—holy shit, Su Bai had ditched his Uniqlo for a niche-but-recognizable streetwear brand.

Chu Mingzhe loved this brand.

Sleek designs, great for impressing girls, and pricey enough to feed his bougie Shanghai soul.

Problem was, it was Americana streetwear.

Chu Mingzhe’s twig build made it look like a joke.

Meanwhile, Su Bai wore it like a runway model.

Damn, Bai’s really leveled up. This fit—shoes included—costs over 10K.

"Su Bai."

"Yeah?"

"You’re into fashion now? Hiss—even your haircut’s sharp. Thought you out-of-towners had no style, but you actually get precision cuts… Not from campus barbers, right? Those Tonys are hacks."

"Off-campus."

"Sigh—"

"Why the sigh, Prime Minister?"

"I thought my fashion sense was peerless among freshmen. Now I have a rival."

Chu Mingzhe shot Su Bai a mix of rivalry and camaraderie—Sasuke eyeing Naruto.

Su Bai laughed.

"Relax, man… No need for this—" He patted Chu Mingzhe’s shoulder. "I know zilch about fashion. A senior girl styled me."

"Ah!"

This soothed Chu Mingzhe’s ego.

But then suspicion crept in.

Wasn’t Su Bai tangled up with Chen Yusheng? Where’d this senior come from?

Goddamn, this guy’s drowning in female attention.

Chu Mingzhe seethed with envy.

If he had known that the senior girl had helped Su Bai with far more than just styling...

He’d probably be so envious he’d freeze on the spot in disbelief.

After the run, the gym teacher let the students break into groups.

Those without basketball basics followed him to learn the fundamentals of a three-step layup.

Though some basketball stars nowadays take way more than three steps for a layup, beginners still need to master the basics—it’s on the final exam.

As for those who could already play, they were free to go have fun.

This was exactly why many guys loved choosing basketball or soccer for gym class.

Meanwhile, Zhang Zhixuan, who had his eyes on the aerobics girls, seized the chance to slip away to the indoor gym on the north side.

Only to find no one there.

He scanned the crowd for a long time. Plenty of girls were training, but the Wan sisters were nowhere in sight.

Left with no choice, he asked someone.

The reply came: "It’s free activity time today. Wan Xinyan and Wan Xinyue, along with a few others, went to the basketball court to watch the guys play."

Zhang Zhixuan: "..."

Well, that was a wasted trip.