Chapter 160 - 157: Everyone Is Drunk, I Alone Am Sober

Chapter 160: Chapter 157: Everyone Is Drunk, I Alone Am Sober

"Hahaha!"

Yan Peisheng seemed to picture the scene. He burst into laughter and said, "You, honest? You sure know how to mess with people’s heads.

"I can’t wait to see the reactions of the competitors from other countries when they realize a performer from the opening ceremony is actually competing against them, and then ends up...

"Hehehe~"

Su Yunzhou chuckled along with him. So that was what Coach Yan had been thinking about. But thinking about it carefully, that scene really would be quite interesting.

Right now, he had to pick up Xia Wanqing and then head to Moriyama Mirai’s sports department to design his competition uniform. Originally, he could have handled this alone. But Xia Wanqing had a sudden stroke of inspiration: "Since you’re going to be showing it off, we might as well print the Ze Feng Capital logo on it too."

The thought of a sports uniform plastered with advertisements left Su Yunzhou feeling a bit helpless. However, since it was for his own good and the company’s development, he could only nod in agreement.

IFS Commercial Center. North zone of the office buildings.

Xia Wanqing was dressed in a black business suit, radiating elegance and poise. With her long hair cascading down her shoulders and flawless makeup, she exuded the capable charm of a professional woman. Her slender legs, wrapped in black pantyhose beneath a pencil skirt and paired with glossy black high heels, gave her the distinct vibe of an anime-style female boss. It was a look that made many men nearby linger their gazes for a few extra seconds.

"Hello, miss!" A long-haired man wearing thick black-rimmed glasses and exuding an artsy aura approached her.

Seeing Xia Wanqing’s expressionless face, he slicked his long hair back from his forehead, flashing what he believed to be a handsome and charming smile.

"Please don’t misunderstand, miss. I’m a freelance photographer. It’s a bit presumptuous, but I’d like to..." As he spoke, he handed over his phone, which displayed his photography portfolio.

"No need." Xia Wanqing took a step back, making no effort to hide the coldness in her tone.

The long-haired artsy man chuckled, wanting to say more, when he suddenly heard the pleasing roar of an engine. Under the midday sun, a Panamera gleaming with obsidian hues pulled up smoothly in front of them. The car window slowly rolled down.

In the driver’s seat sat a man with a handsome profile and a high-bridged nose. He glanced sideways, a faint smile playing between his brows, his gaze moving from Xia Wanqing’s face to the man behind her.

"Your friend?"

Xia Wanqing shook her head. She then confidently walked over to the passenger side, opened the door, and elegantly slid into the seat.

That momentary display of her peach-like curves deepened the smile in Su Yunzhou’s eyes. He thought, "Her aura seems to have gotten even better lately! She’s already like a perfectly ripe peach."

The man standing nearby shot her a look that clearly said, "So you’re just that kind of gold digger." Catching this expression, Su Yunzhou felt a twinge of displeasure.

He suddenly raised his voice. "President Xia, you say he’s an idi—"

"BEEP BEEP BEEP!"

He blared the horn.

The long-haired artsy man looked both furious and embarrassed. The driver seemed to be insulting him, yet wasn’t directly addressing him.

"Whatever! I’ll give him some face," he thought. Watching the black Panamera drive away, he scoffed and grumbled inwardly, "I have too big of a heart to stoop to your level!

"Who wasn’t once a..."

RING RING RING!

His phone suddenly rang. The long-haired artsy man quickly answered the call, his face instantly shifting into an ingratiating smile.

"Bro, have you made up your mind?

"Don’t worry, hiring me for your wedding photos is a fantastic choice!

"As for the price! It’s already the lowest!

"Ah? Another studio is cheaper than mine?

"Okay, okay, fine! I’ll knock off another five hundred..."

In the Panamera, Xia Wanqing glanced at the mischievous Su Yunzhou and smiled gently. "Don’t do that next time!"

Su Yunzhou shook his head, feigning innocence. "Hmm? Do what? What happened?"

Looking at his expression, Xia Wanqing’s smile grew even more brilliant. She was increasingly enjoying her time with Su Yunzhou; the man possessed a unique charm. How should she put it? "Knowing the world’s ways without becoming worldly, experiencing its cunning yet remaining pure." Being around someone like him made her unconsciously relax, allowing their conversations to be candid and effortless.

She offered a gentle reminder. "The overall environment isn’t great right now, and a lot of people carry heavy hostility. Just look at the Little Blue Book—every day there are stories of people acting on anti-rich sentiments or violently lashing out over a minor verbal dispute. So we really must..."

Su Yunzhou turned his head, his lips curling into a smirk, and interrupted her. "If you care about me this much, Tao Shu will get jealous!"

"You..." Xia Wanqing was thoroughly amused, momentarily at a loss for words. His train of thought was truly something else.

After laughing, she reiterated seriously, "President Su, I’m not joking. The mental state of someone who harbors anti-rich resentment is far more twisted and terrifying than you might imagine. I’ve experienced something like that before."

Seeing her earnestness, Su Yunzhou nodded in agreement. "Got it! Thank you, President Xia, for your concern."

Xia Wanqing looked at the finally serious President Su, but before she could even sigh in relief, she heard him add, "But seriously, aren’t you worried that Tao Shu will get jealous?"

"Oh, please!" Xia Wanqing rolled her eyes. That adorable expression formed a stark contrast with her mature, sexy attire.

That fleeting moment of charm was extraordinarily captivating. Su Yunzhou nearly ran a red light. He exhaled and thought, "Focus! Focus!"

Half an hour later.

The two arrived at the Poly Center office building in the east of the city. After parking the car, Xia Wanqing checked the detailed address on her phone. Earlier on the road, she had contacted Zhou Wanquan, the head of Moriyama Mirai’s sports department.

"I’ve been here a few times, so I have a rough idea of where it is," she said. "Follow me!"

Stepping out of the elevator on the ninth floor, they immediately saw the Moriyama Mirai brand logo. This entire floor was the sports department’s office area. The receptionist politely inquired about their purpose, then enthusiastically invited them to sit in the conference room.

A moment later, Zhou Wanquan, clad in a sharp suit, pushed the door open and entered. Upon seeing the two seated guests, he paused, his gaze landing squarely on the woman. He hadn’t expected her to match her voice so perfectly. This President Xia not only had a beautiful voice but was absolutely gorgeous as well. As for the male athlete beside her, he selectively ignored him altogether.

He smiled and greeted, "President Xia, hello! I am Zhou Wanquan."

Xia Wanqing smiled back. "Hello, President Zhou!"

After exchanging business pleasantries for a while, they got straight to the point. Zhou Wanquan said, "Then it’s settled. I’ll take you to the design department to discuss your ideas with our top designer."

At this point, he finally threw a glance at Su Yunzhou. "As for the athlete here, I’ll have May take him to get his measurements taken for the uniform."

Xia Wanqing looked at Su Yunzhou, and upon seeing him nod, she agreed, "Alright."

Subsequently, Zhou Wanquan led Xia Wanqing to another department, while Su Yunzhou followed a tall female secretary named May—standing 173 centimeters tall with strikingly long legs—to the physical testing department.

May’s manner of speaking and treating guests was highly tactful. After a short walk, the two arrived at a room filled with various equipment, giving Su Yunzhou the impression of a medical examination center.

May greeted another female colleague before grabbing a pair of disposable shorts and handing them over. "Mr. Su, please change into these!"

"Alright." Su Yunzhou took the shorts and went into the fitting room.

When he came out, a different light shone in May’s eyes, who had just been chatting and laughing. A faint blush crept onto her cheeks, and she subconsciously pursed her lips.

"Oh my!" she thought. "He looks so lean in his clothes, but he’s completely ripped underneath. I didn’t expect him to have such a great body. And... he’s so handsome, too! Oh no! My heart is fluttering!"

The female colleague standing nearby, adjusting the equipment—who wore thick glasses and had freckles on her face—saw Su Yunzhou. A mysterious glint reflected off her lenses. At the same time, his basic physical measurements immediately surfaced in her mind. She had been in this position for a long time and had measured the bodies of countless male and female athletes. But she had never seen one so standard—or rather, so downright perfect—in her entire career.

The body of the man before her boasted the golden proportions of Da Vinci’s *Vitruvian Man*. Especially his pectoral muscles, biceps, and abdominal muscles—their gorgeous definition made her want to reach out and touch them directly. She gulped, her eyes glued to him.

Su Yunzhou naturally noticed the expressions on both women’s faces. He felt slightly awkward, but mostly confident. He thought, "After all, my current physique once charmed the mother of a nation. Allowing you to observe me from such a close distance can be considered your stroke of great luck."

"Ahem," he coughed twice. "What’s the next step?"

May was the first to snap out of it. She nudged her female colleague, signaling her to proceed.

The female colleague pushed up her glasses, her tone inexplicably gentle. "You... please stand over here... I’ll take your basic measurements first..."

Next, a series of professional and meticulous checks began. May stood to the side, notepad in hand, recording everything in detail—height, weight, muscle density, shoulder width, arm circumference, and more.

However, an awkward scene unfolded when it came time to measure his hips. Because someone was going commando. And because he was rather... well-endowed, akin to a European or American...

So...