Tycoon: I can see the goddess's wish list

Chapter 1114: Chapter 1111: Such a Figure Only Exists in Anime, Right?

After all, Su Ya’s face is a 97.

Just one point less than Qin Rubing.

And her figure is also at the 97-level.

In an instant, her overall stats directly surpassed Qin Rubing’s.

At the same time, in terms of height, Su Ya is also 1.75 meters tall and weighs 55 kilograms.

With that slim waist, she’s literally the textbook "fair-skinned, pretty, long legs" combo, straight out of anime.

A body like that, you’d think only exists in anime, right?

Perfect Tuanzi plus a slim waist and long legs? And her skin is that fair, it’s honestly flawless.

A Beauty with this anime-level body, lying on a Simmons, no matter what pose she does, it kind of makes people’s blood boil.

If she can Cosplay anime characters, that’s basically a 99% perfect recreation of the original, right?

Just in terms of body, she can absolutely nail it!

"Why is Su Ya here?" Su Xiaohu said.

Duanmu Yunji shot back, "We don’t seem to have invited her?"

"We didn’t invite her, but she’s still part of the circle, okay!" Su Xiaohu said, "Yunji, you better stay sharp. If anyone poses a threat to you, Su Ya is definitely one of them!"

Duanmu Yunji silently frowned.

Ye Bing asked in confusion, "Does she not know Luo the Immortal has a girlfriend?"

Su Xiaohu calmly said, "Do I not know Lin Xiaoyun is a Scumbag Man? Zhang Qian knows too. If relationship problems were that simple, there’d be way less melodrama in this world!"

If someone has a girlfriend, every other woman just gives up.

If someone has a boyfriend, every other man also drops the idea.

Then this world really would have way fewer stories, okay?

Qin Rubing said evenly, "I trust Luo the Immortal."

Duanmu Yunji also took a deep breath. "I trust Luo the Immortal too!"

Su Xiaohu said, "I heard it’s Su Ya chasing Brother Feng, but Brother Feng has never agreed!"

Duanmu Yunji’s lips lifted slightly.

While the sisters were gossiping, Luofeng led Su Ya toward Duanmu Yunji and the others; Luofeng had long noticed that Duanmu Yunji had seen Su Ya.

Luofeng wasn’t worried at all about Duanmu Yunji seeing, okay?

He’d been rejecting her this whole time anyway?

After bringing Su Ya over to Duanmu Yunji and the others, Luofeng took the initiative and said, "Yunji, Rubing, Bingbing, let me introduce you. This is Su Ya, you’ve met once before. Su Xiaohu should be quite familiar with her!"

Ye Bing nodded. Although she didn’t personally know Su Ya, living in the Capital City, she’d long heard Su Ya’s famous name.

She’d even seen her before, probably at some high-end party.

But with Ye Bing’s status, wanting to actually talk to her was impossible.

With a confident smile on her face, Su Ya greeted them. "Hi, I’m Su Ya. Last time we met was really rushed and we never set up another meetup. Later, I often heard Luofeng mention you guys. I’m really happy to be able to attend your birthday party!"

Luofeng stood to the side and laughed while cursing, "You’re good, Su Ya, trying to set me up?"

"Yunji, Rubing, don’t listen to her. What do you mean ’often mentions you’? She’s making it sound like there’s something between us! Let me state up front, Su Ya and I are just friends. You’ve seen her personality—it’s awful. I definitely don’t want to invite trouble for myself!" Luofeng said bluntly.

Su Ya snorted lightly. "You’re twisting my words again?"

Luofeng spread his hands, walked over to Duanmu Yunji, gave her a kiss, then gave Qin Rubing another kiss. Facing Ye Bing, he pinched her cheek and said, "You girls have fun, I’m going to play the boys’ games."

Ye Bing was a bit dumbfounded by the cheek-pinching.

But inside, she felt plenty warm.

The meaning behind that gesture said a lot.

And doing it this way was actually very gentlemanly.

"Luofeng is indeed incredible. I admit I like him!" After Luofeng left, Su Ya continued.

Duanmu Yunji said calmly, "If it were just me, I’d think you’re a very strong rival. I’d even think I’d definitely lose to you. But I still have Rubing."

Qin Rubing pulled Ye Bing over and added, "Buy one get one free, there’s even a bonus gift!"

Ye Bing’s face was full of helplessness. So she really was the youngest one?

And a bonus gift on top of that?

At six in the evening, the sun shone at an angle.

In Shengya in June, the sun sets around a little past seven; the sunset right now was beautiful.

Luofeng didn’t join the conversation between Duanmu Yunji and Su Ya. He’d already stated his stance just now; he believed the smart Su Ya understood what he meant.

Luofeng had just said it: he and Su Ya were just friends, and he didn’t want trouble.

The subtext was, if Su Ya wasn’t trouble, then it was still possible.

Like Shen Na—she insisted on competing with Bai Ningbing, which was very troublesome.

Su Ya’s personality was a bit strong, but thinking about it, that’s normal. Given her status, how could her personality not be strong?

Under these conditions, if any sparks flew between Luofeng and Su Ya, it would definitely be like his backyard catching fire.

Luofeng didn’t want that to happen.

He felt the current setup was already great; he wasn’t going to say, just because Su Ya is such a plane ticket, he’d throw everything away for her.

Even if everyone were "products," Luofeng still wouldn’t give up Qin Rubing and Duanmu Yunji just for Su Ya, right?

One plus one might even be greater than two.

And you’re telling me you’re only a one?

In the future, one handles the top and one handles the bottom—how is that worse than just you alone?

The key is that Luofeng is managing both sides so well.

Of course, if he chose Su Ya, it wouldn’t just mean giving up Qin Rubing and Duanmu Yunji—he’d also have to give up Little Fairy, Bai Ningbing, etc.

Luofeng tucked a soccer ball under his arm, walked over to Chen Dali and the others, and said, "Beach soccer—anyone in?"

"I’m in!"

"Count me!"

"Me too!"

Chen Dali and the other two naturally joined; in the end they picked sixteen people to play, eight per side.

The rules of beach soccer are simple: each team fields five players at a time, including one goalkeeper and four field players.

And three substitutes.

They can be cheerleaders, or they can rotate in when the players on the field run out of stamina.

Of course, there were also real cheerleaders on the sidelines: all the various rich heiresses.

Even though Luofeng didn’t plan to add more members to his "circle."

He still paid attention to their looks; honestly, there were a few little goddesses.

But most of them were in the 70 to 80 range in terms of looks.

Very few were below 60.

Maybe it’s just good genes—rich girls are rarely outrageously ugly.

A rich dad might not necessarily marry a great beauty, but there’s no way he’d marry someone downright ugly, right?

Unless that ugly girl had a truly powerful family background.

But here’s the problem: if she’s that Awesome, her own dad also wouldn’t marry an ugly woman, right?

Then her dad also married into an ugly-but-powerful family?

Forget it, it’s messy. Anyway, rich people generally look decent—one part is genes, the other is money for upkeep and styling.

The latter is actually a bit more important than the former.

If everyone in the world wore makeup, did skincare, dieted, and knew how to dress, the gap in looks between people honestly wouldn’t be that big.