"Miss, are you satisfied with this one? If you like it, you could try some sporty outerwear to go with it~"
Seeing how good the outfit looked on Wan Xinyan, the salesgirl’s eyes lit up as she eagerly recommended more.
For petite girls, sportswear often doesn’t have the most flattering fit, but Wan Xinyan was clearly an exception.
And with Wan Xinyue, who looked almost identical to her in both face and figure, the salesgirl felt she might just close two sales today.
Su Bai asked, "What do you think?"
"I think it’s great! Hmm, Brother Su Bai seemed pretty satisfied too, right?" Wan Xinyan’s tone carried a hint of mischief.
"Then let’s take it. Get your sister a set too. Should we pick different colors?"
"Yes! Sis likes pink or light yellow—something bright and cheerful."
This surprised Su Bai a little. Thinking about it, it made sense—the lively Wan Xinyan preferred cool tones, while Wan Xinyue leaned toward soft, warm shades.
Girls’ tastes really were hard to predict.
Luckily, Su Bai no longer needed to guess. Instead, he simply enjoyed uncovering the hidden sides of each "goddess" with a spectator’s curiosity.
The compression top and leggings set cost just over 300 yuan, so two outfits totaled a little over 600.
Wan Xinyue added a few small sporty accessories, bringing the final bill to around 800 yuan.
[Ding! Detected a binding target’s indulgent spending of 832 yuan. Triggered 4x cashback. Reward: +3,328 yuan.]
Tsk, my mindset’s really gotten inflated, Su Bai thought.
Seeing an 800-yuan price tag, his first reaction was that it was cheap!
Before binding with the system, 800 yuan would’ve covered his entire month’s meals at the university cafeteria—with some left over.
After all, the "poor student special" at the canteen—one meat dish, one veggie, and rice—cost just six yuan.
Breakfast was even simpler: a 2.5-yuan bowl of hot dry noodles.
Top-tier universities had generous dining subsidies.
But Su Bai’s standards had been spoiled rotten now. Eight hundred yuan? In high-end fashion, that might barely cover a single pair of pants from certain brands… Wait a second—
Su Bai spotted an opportunity.
The Wan sisters had already bought their sportswear for outdoor activities.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t treat them to something nicer.
After confirming with the system, Su Bai stepped out of the Decathlon store and suggested,
"These cheap leggings don’t feel great. Let me get you something better."
"Huh?" Wan Xinyan blinked in surprise before quickly waving her hands. "No need! You already paid for us just now. We’re really grateful! After all… Sis and I haven’t even started repaying Brother Su Bai yet~"
Her last sentence was whispered playfully near Su Bai’s ear, her breath carrying a sweet, candy-like fragrance.
It was fascinating how every girl’s natural scent had its own unique charm.
"Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of chances to repay me later. Besides, better yoga pants mean an improved… user experience for me!"
The term "user experience" made Wan Xinyan burst into laughter. "Brother Su Bai, you really shouldn’t say things like that to other girls. You’ll get accused of objectification."
"What, does it bother you when I say it?"
"Not at all~ I’d love to be… used by Brother Su Bai."
Wan Xinyan’s eyes glimmered with mischief as she hugged his arm and nuzzled against him.
Honestly, her flirting skills were still a bit unpolished—nowhere near the natural seductiveness of that little vixen he knew.
But these twins were only freshmen. Their charm lay in their youthful innocence.
Su Bai reveled in the moment, chuckling before gesturing for the sisters to follow him. He gave each of their petite backsides a light pat as they walked.
Dual-timing—his first attempt.
He still felt a little guilty.
This whole "left arm, right arm" thing went against years of ingrained moral principles.
But he also wanted to test whether the sisters were truly ready for a "buy-one-get-one-free" lifestyle.
The results pleased him.
Wan Xinyan let out a cute yelp, caught off guard, and shot him a mock glare before tightening her grip on his arm.
As for Wan Xinyue? She skipped the "surprise" phase entirely and went straight to looking delighted…
Wait, she’s already enjoying it??
Something told him this quiet, introverted girl hid something wild beneath her calm exterior.
And so, Su Bai strolled through the mall, hand in hand with two buxom, doll-like girls.
Countless passersby stared.
Most gazes held envy, mixed with confusion.
What was this? A guy shopping with two girlfriends? Wait, why did the girls look identical?
Ah, must be relatives—an older brother with his two little sisters.
Many minds jumped to similar conclusions.
The idea of romancing twins was too outrageous for most to entertain in real life.
But Su Bai? He could pull it off effortlessly.
Such was the confidence money gave him.
......
"Welcome to the Lululemon Jiangcheng flagship store!"
Anyone who spent time on short-video platforms knew this brand.
It was the gold standard for yoga pants.
What surprised Su Bai was that this mall housed Lululemon’s Jiangcheng flagship location.
After all, Bai Xiang Mall catered to average, budget-conscious shoppers.
Then again, it made sense.
A significant portion of the brand’s clientele consisted of young women chasing trendy, bougie lifestyles.
And where were such women most densely concentrated?
Exactly—Jiangcheng University.
These days, jobs were scarce, and money didn’t come easy.
Many working women couldn’t justify splurging on nice clothes for themselves.
(Though spending a simp’s money was another story—but not every girl could find a generous one to foot the bill.
Statistically speaking, most lacked the looks or social skills to attract big-spending admirers.)
Meanwhile, college girls with no real financial burdens? Different story.
Families with decent incomes now leaned toward "raising daughters lavishly," showering them with ample allowance.
Spending their parents’ money? No guilt.
Their purchasing power was strong.
Inside Lululemon, Su Bai spotted plenty of college-aged girls trying on clothes.
A few faces even looked vaguely familiar—probably from shared elective classes.
The results varied.
Yoga pants, much like leotards, amplified a good figure but did nothing to salvage a bad one.
After his usual quick scan, Su Bai refocused on the Wan sisters beside him.
Yeah, these two were still the best-looking.
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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.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
