RBCT Chapter 41 Ying'er's Thoughts
Chapter 41 Ying'er's Thoughts
Four days later.
After waking up, Zhou Lang had nothing to do in the morning, so he stayed in bed and casually opened Bilibili to watch some videos.
After searching for "Hakone Ekiden" and watching the full commentary of Aoyama Gakuin's victory in the 102nd edition this year, Zhou Lang also looked for highlights and vignettes from previous years to catch up on related knowledge.
Zhou Lang has become increasingly addicted to this sense of leisure and comfort, where he can do nothing and have nothing to worry about.
Three days ago, Su Ying'er invited him to get together sometime, but her sister had something come up and she had to cancel for a few days.
We finally managed to arrange to play tennis this afternoon.
Su Ying'er and her two best friends arrived at the tennis court first, while Zhou Lang switched back to his Bentley Flying Spur and drove to their destination.
When the top-of-the-line luxury executive car appeared, Su Ying'er's girlfriends almost dropped their rackets.
"Ying'er, is this your uncle—no, your older brother?"
"I knew it! A young master who can buy Land Rovers like toys couldn't possibly only own one or two cars..."
A close friend, seemingly joking but actually genuinely regretful, said: "What a pity, Ying'er, if only you two had met online! Before you met in person, I'd pay a hefty price to transfer you to me."
Su Ying'er poked her best friend's bottom with the handle of her tennis racket: "Don't talk nonsense!"
Another close friend exclaimed in amazement at Su Ying'er's luck: "Ying'er, are you saying that you pulled a young and wealthy SSR boyfriend from such a low-probability pool while cycling to Xiashan County?"
"It's no less impressive than recognizing Emperor Kangxi himself through his keen eyesight during a nationwide tour of prostitutes..."
"How about calling it 'Kangxi's Private Visits'?"
Su Ying'er really wanted to cover her two best friends' mouths; sometimes she felt quite helpless...
After playing for a while in the afternoon, Zhou Langchun, a complete novice, was pulled aside by Su Ying'er to the side area, where she began to teach him how to hold the racket, juggle the ball, and bounce it.
"It's okay, relax, bro. We're not professionals, we're just playing around. Don't worry about sudden turns and stops at the beginning."
In reality, neither of them had ulterior motives; they simply wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to go out outdoors and meet again.
"Yinger, why don't you go play a few rounds with your best friend? I'll practice here by myself."
"No way, bro, I'll just get wrecked by them anyway, so I might as well team up with you and brush up on my basics, haha~"
The two sat on the ground and started talking.
Su Ying'er wore a matching tennis skirt outfit today, and the sporty mini skirt couldn't hide her long, slender legs.
With her fair skin, almost 80% of her legs were exposed, making it a bit of an exaggeration.
Su Ying'er was aware of Zhou Lang's special "favor" for her long legs, so she was unguarded and gracefully stretched out her long, wine-glass-shaped legs.
She deliberately touched Zhou Lang's knee with her leg. Her taut thigh softened slightly upon contact, trembling and swaying like a jelly.
Zhou Lang kept thinking "Hmm—", today's main theme of eye candy is achieved.
The two best friends took a break and went to inquire about the cost of a group tennis lesson.
Zhou Lang stretched his upper body and rubbed his arms and shoulders: "I still need to strengthen my training."
Su Ying'er blinked, pushed herself up, and moved behind Zhou Lang: "Then I'll give you a massage to relax you. Trust the physical education student's relaxation techniques."
A mischievous thought crossed her mind, and she exerted force on Zhou Lang's shoulder.
"Ouch—Ying'er, are you that strong?"
"Hmph~"
After massaging for a while, Zhou Lang glanced at the slender white hands that were kneading his shoulders and said, "Let's change people. Come, sit down."
Su Ying'er sat down on the ground in front of Zhou Lang: "Then come on."
Zhou Lang slowly began to massage the back of her neck. Some of the fine hairs on the back of her neck appeared slightly yellowish in the afternoon sunlight.
That's how the little blonde girl came to be; her undeveloped, fuzzy hair gave her a youthful and innocent look.
His hand reached down and behind her shoulder.
Upon touching her, Zhou Lang's first thought was: This high school girl isn't wearing a sports bra with wide straps today; instead, she's wearing a regular cup size.
His fingers brushed against Su Ying'er's thin shoulder straps, and the shape of the straps was clearly visible through the sports short sleeves due to the rubbing and pressing through the clothes.
Su Ying'er chuckled to herself, "Pfft~ Bro, are you playing Minesweeper?"
Her bra strap was a known minefield, and Zhou Lang always avoided it.
Zhou Lang laughed and said, "Kids your age have played Minesweeper before?"
Su Ying'er turned around and smiled, "Brother, it's true that there's a slight generation gap between us, but those born after 05 are just born later, not mentally challenged."
Two best friends walked over from the rest area, chatting and laughing, and bumped into Su Ying'er and her "post-00s uncle" in the corner with their arms around each other. They stopped in their tracks with great awareness.
"Should we turn back and buy a few more bottles of water?"
"Well, if you want to ride in a Bentley when you get home, it's best not to interrupt now."
Su Ying'er noticed her girlfriends' exaggerated turn and departure, and couldn't help but smile slightly.
She took a deep breath and thought about the decision she had recently made.
"Swish—" followed by the rustling sound of clothes rubbing together.
Su Ying'er half-closed her eyes and leaned back slightly. Seeing this, Zhou Lang gently supported the girl's back with the crook of his arm.
The current position is—a half-lying, half-lying embrace, with half of her small body resting against his chest.
"Brother... I'm so glad you stopped the car that day and asked us if we needed any help."
Su Ying'er lost her usual cheerful and energetic tone, and instead spoke softly, "Otherwise, I wouldn't have met such a wonderful older brother and good friend like you."
Zhou Lang wasn't surprised when she suddenly brought up their first meeting. Both of them were interested in taking things further, so it was natural for them to talk about their feelings.
"Then I really have to thank that four-ring car. Without the rare feature of the roof rack, I really wouldn't have been able to help you."
Su Ying'er, afraid that Zhou Lang would think she was trying to curry favor by looking at the car, sniffed and said in a slightly coquettish voice, "Whether you believe it or not, I thought it was just an ordinary Audi—of course, an ordinary Audi is still pretty cool."
She agreed, saying, "My ideal partner is someone who is financially stable and won't argue with me about how much more expensive a bottle of water or a grilled sausage is in a tourist area."
"Then your request is really not high," Zhou Lang said, suppressing a laugh.
Su Ying'er turned her head slightly, her gaze fixed intently on his face: "Brother, what about you? Do you think there's a big gap between us?"
"What difference?" Zhou Lang looked at her. "If I had to say what the difference is, I feel like I've never had the chance to become friends with a girl who's much younger than me before. And you're so youthful and vibrant, it makes me feel like I've gone back to my school days."
Zhou Lang thought about it, and how his experiences before and after obtaining the money-power system made the possibilities in his life completely different.
"If I had taken the bus home that day and had seen you pushing your car on the way, there would have been nothing I could do to help; if I had driven past you in my hatchback, there would have been nothing I could do either, and you wouldn't have dared to get in the car."
With money and leisure time, and a solid material foundation, opportunities in relationships will increase exponentially.
"Yes, so your youth and talent are very important, and that's one of the reasons," Su Ying'er said with a smile, not denying it.
"So," Zhou Lang lowered his head, Su Ying'er's face almost touching his, "it's already quite remarkable that two people who would have had no chance of crossing paths before could get to know each other like this."
Su Ying'er gently bit her lip: "After getting to know each other, I found that we were compatible and got along well. It's really lucky."
"Anyway, I'll keep asking you out in the future, so don't get annoyed, bro."