Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Amidst the silence, Nan Feng suddenly strode up to Lu Ke. His expression appeared cold, but a closer look revealed his dazed gaze.

Once he stood before Lu Ke, he grabbed her slender right arm and squeezed it.

Then he moved to another spot on her arm and squeezed again.

Lu Ke peered curiously at Nan Feng, then looked down at her squeezed arm, standing obediently without moving.

The others, snapping out of their daze, were not pleased. Yang Yuguo leaped up from behind Nan Feng, almost putting him in a chokehold: "What the hell are you doing, you creep!"

"What... creep!"

Nan Feng, choked until his face turned red, grabbed Yang Yuguo's arm and elbowed him in the gut, angrily saying, "I was just checking to see if her arm was a metal prosthetic!"

Yang Yuguo, clutching his stomach in pain, was stunned by this response: ...dude, you're too funny.

Lu Zheyuan was also amused by the absurdity of the answer: "So, did you find out?"

Nan Feng fell silent, his face darkening.

When he had squeezed, he could feel the firm muscles beneath the skin, not like the soft flesh of an average girl. Her flesh felt incredibly supple, but clearly not the hard metal of a prosthetic, and her skin was smooth...

Uh, he had just... squeezed a girl's arm.

Nan Feng wasn't comfortable with physical contact with unfamiliar girls. In formal settings requiring handshakes, he would only shake hands if the woman offered her hand first. If the woman had no intention of shaking hands, he wouldn't initiate it.

But just now, he had held Lu Ke's arm and squeezed it like it was rubber.

A strange warmth flooded him, and Nan Feng's neck turned red, though fortunately, his recent tan helped hide it.

He apologized to Lu Ke: "Sorry for intruding just now."

Lu Ke looked at him puzzled, not understanding why he said it was an intrusion or why he was apologizing.

Lu Ke didn't mind being squeezed or touched at all. When she went for walks, people often complimented her on being cute and handsome, rubbing her head, squeezing her paws, and so on.

And there were kids who would grab her tail.

Having her arm squeezed was completely normal for her, not at all intrusive.

But she didn't say much, because there was something else she was eager to know.

"I just threw ninety meters, can I play with you guys now?" she asked expectantly.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Yang Yuguo nodded vigorously.

With that level, it's us who are the amateurs! This girl is amazing!

Nan Feng's voice was low with embarrassment: "Of course you can."

Lu Zheyuan also said, "Let's play together."

Lu Ke excitedly confirmed, "Really?"

"Really, really, you're the best." Yang Yuguo shook his head in admiration: "It's an honor to play with you, okay?"

Qiu Jiapo also said, "You've already proven your ability."

Lu Ke looked expectantly at Feng Yiyan, who had turned away, hiding his expression but revealing a slight smile. He was the first to turn and walk towards the locker room, his tone lazy yet warm, "Let's play together. Come on, let's go change."

Lu Ke was overjoyed.

Yay, I get to play with my owner again.

The group surrounded Lu Ke as they headed to the locker room, discussing her incredible throw along the way, curious about where her immense strength came from.

After they left, the professional players left on the field were in an uproar. They halted their stretches, exclaiming in disbelief and excitement.

A ninety-meter precise throw—only one person among their professional athletes could do that! And just now, a girl had done it right in front of them, completely astonishing them.

Although baseball doesn't have gender restrictions, due to natural physiological differences, the field is mostly dominated by male athletes. Female athletes usually play softball, which involves shorter throwing distances.

But even the female athletes, who are all muscular and strong, with arms much thicker and more robust than Lu Ke's, couldn't achieve a ninety-meter precise throw.

So what they had just witnessed was akin to seeing an ant lift an iron bar—utterly astonishing.

The more experienced they were, the more they admired and found it hard to believe.

The women, unwilling to accept it, tried throwing the baseball themselves after seeing how effortlessly Lu Ke had done it.

They tried throwing the baseball with all their might, but could only manage about ten meters.

A fitness influencer, skeptical, threw with all her strength but only managed a little over twenty meters. And the ball's trajectory clearly lacked force, nothing compared to Lu Ke's fast, sharp throw with its whistling sound.

Only by trying themselves did they realize Lu Ke's incredible skill.

The women awkwardly shook their sore arms, exchanging confused glances.

Wait, is the standard for joining the rich second-generation circle this high now?

...

"Wait, she doesn't have a jersey, right? What's she going to do in the locker room? Shouldn't we call someone to bring one over right away?"

"Calling someone might take too long. I have a spare jersey in my locker; she can borrow that for now."

"I have an extra one too! Little Lu Ke, you can wear mine!"

"Mine is number 66, a lucky number."

Amidst the playful chatter, they reached the locker room. Yang Yuguo and others eagerly offered Lu Ke their spare jerseys. Before they could settle on a decision, Feng Yiyan had already opened his locker and tossed his spare jersey into Lu Ke's arms.

The room went quiet for a moment. The group was stunned as Feng Yiyan, who usually ignored female fans, was the first to lend his jersey to Lu Ke.

Then, recalling that Feng Yiyan had brought Lu Ke today, breaking his rule of never bringing female companions to the field, their expressions changed subtly.

Wait, does Feng Yiyan like Lu Ke?

Then... what happens to Shi Ling?

At this thought, their expressions changed slightly.

But seeing Feng Yiyan casually hand the jersey to Lu Ke and then get his shoes, seemingly unaffected, they hesitated and dismissed their earlier thoughts.

They were probably reading too much into it.

Feng Yiyan still hadn't changed. After entering the locker room, he first opened his own locker. Seeing them bickering non-stop, he got fed up and casually grabbed some clothes and tossed them to Lu Ke. It didn't signify anything.

He only brought Lu Ke to the baseball field because she helped find his aunt's cat.

Lu Ke was clueless about what they were thinking. The dog in human form, Dog, was utterly oblivious to human romantic feelings.

Feng Yiyan's clothes had a faint scent of cedarwood, which was very pleasant, just like the scent on Feng Yiyan now, making her teeth itch with the urge to gnaw and tear.

Dogs love to chew on clothes that carry their owner's scent.

She barely held back the urge, not letting herself tear the clothes to shreds.

Lu Zheyuan cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "The clothes are okay, but the pants might be too big, don't you think?"

"No worries, I've got a spare belt."

Yang Yuguo said as he opened his locker, digging through his cluttered pile of stuff to find a belt, pulling it out like a snake from the mess.

Lu Zheyuan: "Isn't it too thick?"

Lu Ke's waist was too slim; the holes on a men's belt were too far apart for her.

Qiu Jiapo left without a word and returned shortly with a pair of scissors. After glancing at Lu Ke's waist, he used the tip of the scissors to poke a hole in the belt.

Thus, the six-figure belt was ruined.

Qiu Jiapo said to Yang Yuguo, "I'll replace it later."

Yang Yuguo didn't care about the belt and casually said, "No need." He didn't mention giving it to Lu Ke either; to him, the belt was just a temporary fix for today, to be tossed after use.

Qiu Jiapo handed the belt to Lu Ke, "Try it on."

Lu Ke had no clue how to use a belt; the system hadn't covered that. After taking it, she glanced at the belts around their waists.

Baseball players typically wear belts with their baseball pants. Lu Ke looked at their belts and realized it was meant to go around her waist, so she tried wrapping it around, not realizing she had it upside down, buckle facing up.

Most people wouldn't get to this age without knowing how to fasten a belt.

If it were anyone else, these young masters would think it was a clumsy act, pretending in front of them.

But this was Lu Ke.

The powerhouse who had tackled Feng Yiyan into the hospital on their first meeting, nearly landing herself in jail; the brave soul who jumped into a sewer to save a cat; the super-strong genius who could make a 90-meter accurate long pass.

These sharp, experienced young masters had confirmed she was a 100% pure fool, 24K. Isn't it said that those with strong limbs have simple minds? Her limbs were exceptionally strong, and her mind was exceptionally simple.

So seeing her clumsy behavior, they didn't find it tea-like at all; instead, they found it somewhat cute and amusing.

Qiu Jiapo couldn't help but chuckle first. He took her belt, bent down to encircle her waist, flipped the belt over, and with his slender fingers, he deftly threaded the belt through the buckle, clicking it into place.

Feng Yiyan paused slightly at the sight, then turned his gaze away the next moment, taking a pair of sneakers from his locker and sitting on the long leather bench to change his shoes.

Lu Ke looked down at the black belt around her waist, where the hole was fastened, not a centimeter more or less, just the right size for her waist.

"It fits perfectly."

She was a bit amazed.

Lu Zheyuan greeted, wanting to say that Qiu Jiapo's experience with many girlfriends made his eyes as sharp as a laser ruler. However, just as the word "that" left his mouth, it was drowned out by Qiu Jiapo's own voice.

"Oh, it's nothing. My ancestors were tailors," Qiu Jiapo said with a charming smile, his peach blossom eyes curving as he spoke to Lu Ke. "Eyeballing sizes is just the most basic family skill."

Qiu Jiapo's mention of being a tailor was an extremely modest statement.

The Qiu family had moved abroad to escape the war in China last century. At that time, the Qiu family was penniless and indeed started as tailors. However, due to their exceptional design and tailoring skills, they expanded and eventually specialized in tailoring for foreign nobility.

Over generations, they built a renowned high-end luxury brand for the elite, and now the family's wealth has grown immeasurably.

Recently, the Qiu family has refocused on China, and Qiu Jiapo, as the fourth son of the Qiu family, returned with them.

Yang Yuguo and his peers finished middle school in China, then went abroad for high school and college, returning after graduation. Unlike them, Qiu Jiapo was born abroad and only came to China after graduating from university.

However, his Mandarin is very authentic, without the accent typical of American-born Chinese, making it hard for most people to notice.

"That's still quite something," Lu Ke said.

She glanced down, then unfastened her tight belt herself.

Eager to play baseball, she began changing right away.

The zipper of the dress was on the back. She reached behind her back without hesitation to pull the zipper and change into the baseball uniform. The system, panicking, shocked her, its voice frantic.

"Dummy! You're stripping in public!"

Startled by the pain, Lu Ke froze, her hand stuck reaching back.

...Ah, right, she wasn't a puppy anymore. Puppies can have their fur shaved and can go without clothes, but humans can't undress in front of other humans.

On System Mountain, she existed as pure energy, free from eating, bathing, or changing clothes. It was only after descending the mountain that she learned to change clothes daily, understanding the distinction between genders and that she absolutely must not change clothes in front of men, and preferably not in front of women either.

She had actually forgotten.

Lu Ke lowered her hand and glanced up awkwardly, noticing that everyone had strange expressions, some with wandering eyes, not looking at her.

These scions of wealthy families, having played sports since childhood and with home nutritionists, grew tall and strong, with chest muscles firm enough to fill out the baseball jerseys and obvious arm muscle lines. Usually hidden under suits and casual shirts, nothing much was noticeable, but once they changed into baseball jerseys, their male hormones surged.

Now encircling Lu Ke, they looked like a wolf pack around a lone lamb.

Lu Ke's clear blue eyes looked at them as she said, "I... I need to change clothes. Is this the place?" Because of the mistake, her voice was a bit timid.

This timidity made the strange atmosphere in the air even more pronounced.