Inside the fitness testing area, the previously lively murmur of discussions gradually died down, replaced by a wave of suppressed amazement.
Several young assistant coaches who had been watching exchanged bewildered glances, staring at the data displayed on the testing equipment, unable to speak for a long time.
"Is this data... really not broken?" one assistant coach muttered, rubbing his eyes. "A sixty-kilogram squat, form as textbook perfect as a diagram, and his waist didn't even wobble. With that kind of core strength, I doubt even the male members who've trained for three to five years at our gym can match it."
"And his heart rate recovery is absurdly fast. Right after getting off the treadmill, it dropped back to resting state in under two minutes. His cardiovascular fitness is practically the makings of a track and field athlete." another assistant shook his head, his tone laced with disbelief.
Their gazes toward Chen Yusheng had completely shifted from the initial casual dismissal of a "delicate little rich girl" to a reverent awe of a "sports monster."
Chen Yusheng, feeling so many eyes on her, couldn't help but blush faintly across her elegant, cool features. Awkwardly, she moved closer to Su Bai, slightly lowering her head, her hands nervously fidgeting together, not knowing where to put them.
Yet, despite her shyness, deep in her clear, water-like eyes flickered an unmistakable joy and sense of achievement.
As a former academic overachiever who spent most of her time in the lab, someone who used to feel sore and achy after standing too long, she knew her physical condition better than anyone. Back then, though she had a slim figure, her constitution was actually quite weak. After every intense lab session, she felt like her entire body was falling apart.
But now, looking at this astonishing fitness report, Chen Yusheng felt every cell in her body brimming with vitality. This sense of health and resilience, radiating from the inside out, gave her a profound sense of safety and confidence she had never known before.
She quietly glanced up at Su Bai beside her.
Chen Yusheng knew very well that her transformation was due not only to her consistent exercise but, most crucially, to Su Bai. Every time she felt muscle soreness after training, Su Bai used his miraculous massage techniques to soothe her body. After every massage, she not only felt no fatigue but instead a warm, glowing sensation throughout, as if all the hidden tension and fatigue had been swept away.
Su Bai casually took the report handed to him by Wang Kaiping and flipped through it.
Seeing the impressive array of green "excellent" indicators, Su Bai smiled with satisfaction. He naturally reached out, wrapped his arm around Chen Yusheng's slender waist, and gently pulled her closer, feeling the warmth radiating from her body after exercise.
"Not bad, Sheng Sheng," Su Bai whispered into her ear, teasing softly enough that only she could hear. "Looks like this winter's sweat wasn't wasted. Your physical condition now is no worse than Xiaolu or Xingya's. If we ever 'spar' again, you'll probably last the longest—who knows who'll beg for mercy first."
Chen Yusheng's ears instantly turned bright red at his suggestive, flirtatious words.
That rogue... always thinking about that kind of thing!
So all his help in improving their fitness was ultimately for his own pleasure.
Shyly, she pinched his waist lightly, murmuring a protest, "You... you're talking nonsense. The coach is still watching."
"That was genuine praise," Su Bai chuckled, brazenly enduring her harmless pinch.
Chen Yusheng bit her red lips. Embarrassed as she was, her heart swelled with immense sweetness and a sense of accomplishment. The thought that she would now have better stamina to keep up with Su Bai, and even be in better physical condition if they decided to have children, made all her hard work feel entirely worthwhile.
Wang Kaiping walked over to them, clipboard in hand. The contempt on his face had vanished, replaced by heartfelt admiration.
"Miss Chen, I really didn't expect such strong physical foundations from you," Wang Kaiping said, looking at her with wonder. "Your cardiovascular endurance, core strength, and relative lower-body strength—while not top-tier among professional athletes—easily meet entry-level athletic standards. And the strength of your joint ligaments is practically tailor-made for high-intensity outdoor activities. With just a little attention to injury prevention, I doubt you'll ever suffer from sports-related injuries."
"Thank you, Coach Wang. It's really because Su Bai has been pushing me to exercise and helping me with stretching and recovery," Chen Yusheng replied politely, her voice cool yet warm.
"Haha, Mr. Su does think of everything comprehensively," Wang Kaiping said with a laugh, handing the report to his assistant. "Send the detailed digital data to Mr. Su's email."
Su Bai glanced at Chen Yusheng's newly purchased outdoor windbreaker, and an idea struck him.
Even though her current outdoor gear was top-tier, it was still mass-produced. Everyone's body proportions, bone structure, and movement habits differ. Since Chen Yusheng had exceptional flexibility and explosive power far beyond average, could these off-the-shelf clothes and shoes truly maximize her physical advantages?
If he could create custom sportswear tailored to her body data and muscle movement patterns, it would not only optimize joint protection but also enhance her comfort during exercise.
Moreover, he had recently signed the S-class fashion designer Lu Yuning and invested 100 million yuan in her brand. By combining Lu Yuning's pattern-making genius with the latest sports technology, he could create customized gear for each of his close companions. That would be perfect.
With that thought, Su Bai turned to Wang Kaiping. "Coach Wang, with all your years in the industry, you must have a broad network. If I wanted custom athletic gear for Sheng Sheng based on her physical data and sport-specific movements—like shoes, knee pads, moisture-wicking fabric distribution—do you have any recommended channels or advice?"
Wang Kaiping froze at Su Bai's question.
He opened his mouth, staring at Su Bai's matter-of-fact expression, caught off guard.
Custom sportswear?
Wang Kaiping gave a wry smile and shook his head helplessly. "Mr. Su, that's way outside my area of expertise. To be honest, custom athletic gear like that is typically only done for top-brand athletes or Olympic champions, who have dedicated research teams to craft bespoke equipment for them."
"A regular sports professional like me rarely gets access to that field."
"Especially here in China, we're not exactly leaders in sports science."

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

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.”