132: Hitting the weak spot

“Hey!”

At the entrance of Chengdu East Station, Su Qinglian called out to Yang Dian:

“Are you really leaving?”

Yang Dian was speechless:

“Are you trying to act out a romance drama with me here?”

Su Qinglian shrugged, controlling the shadow to pull down her eye corners to look innocent:

“The Bureau Chief told me to recruit people, so I have to make an appearance.”

“Then let your Bureau Chief come himself.” Yang Dian waved his hand, turning around again:

“I’m leaving!”

“Hey!”

“What is it now?”

“Don’t let the glamorous world blind you! I’m still waiting for you to take me to a dungeon!”

“You take care of yourself first, don’t let your girlfriend drain you dry! If you’re too weak, I won’t play with you…”

…After bidding farewell to Su Qinglian, he entered the East Station.

At first, Yang Dian had some expectations for the glamorous world Su Qinglian talked about and the 'striking the soft spot' Yue Shan mentioned.

But what Yang Dian didn't expect was that he wandered around the East Station for over half an hour, and even after boarding the high-speed train, the anticipated 'striking the soft spot' plot never appeared.

“Where’s the promised 'striking my soft spot' and 'letting the glamorous world blind me'?”

He silently complained, then walked down the aisle towards his seat.

When he approached his seat, Yang Dian fell silent.

His seat was in the middle of the carriage, one of the rare face-to-face six-person seats, and his seat happened to be in the middle of the three-person section.

From where he stood, he could see that the three people sitting in the opposite three-person seat were three beautiful, youthful triplets.

The three were dressed in cool clothing, wearing Pokémon short-sleeved tops.

Pikachu, Squirtle, and Pang Ding—three Pokémon, almost popping out. (There was an image originally, but it was too large and sexually suggestive.)

To his left, sat a brown-haired, fair-skinned Russian girl.

Her eyelashes were long and high, her figure slender, her waist so delicate it seemed one could grasp it with a hand, and her eyes were like a pool of autumn water, capable of captivating one's soul.

To the right of his seat, sat a girl wearing a white Hanfu.

The morning sun shone on her white dress, making her appear to glow.

She simply sat there quietly, yet she continuously attracted the gaze of passersby.

Watching her slender fingers turn a page of a book, a thought suddenly popped into Yang Dian’s mind.

‘A well-bred young lady from ancient times must have been like this, right?’

The girl seemed to notice Yang Dian’s gaze.

She raised her head, met his eyes, and blinked her eyes, which seemed to have cut through autumn water.

After a slight daze, he shifted his gaze and noticed that the four seats across the aisle also had their own charms.

There was a tall, mature woman in lace, a petite and lovely legal loli, a capable white-collar worker in a uniform, and a captivating young married woman with alluring eyes.

‘Well, well, well.’

‘They're really planning to strike my soft spot~’

He secretly sighed, then noticed the chubby girl in front of him standing still.

He glanced at the train ticket clutched in her hand, then followed her gaze backward, and Yang Dian paused again.

The chubby girl's seat was in the row next to his.

If his row was a dazzling display of various types of beauties.

Then her row was a confrontation of various types of handsome men.

A mature and steady uncle, a sunny and cheerful college student, a handsome man with scholarly air wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a domineering CEO in a suit and tie... Putting on his glasses-style detector, Yang Dian pushed his glasses and looked at the chubby girl.

Several streams of information appeared on the lenses.

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Name: Zhao Yuanyuan

Age: 20

Identity: Sophomore in Accounting at Fuda University's School of Management, Awakened

Awakening Talent: Fast Digestion

Talent Analysis: Stomach undergoes evolution, allowing for rapid digestion of food to convert into energy, improving physical fitness.

Note: No criminal record, Awakened 3 days ago. Chengdu Special Administration Bureau and Martial Security Bureau both attempted to invite her three times, but she did not agree to join any department of the organizations.

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His gaze swept over the men and women seated, and as their personal information appeared one by one, reality also told Yang Dian that nothing was accidental.

Some represented major domestic companies, some were covert agents cultivated by foreign financial groups, and others were descendants of prominent Families.

In short, for those with intentions.

I know what you think, and you know what I mean.

It's all open cards and direct approaches.

Just as Zhao Yuanyuan was in a daze, a sunny college student had already begun his offensive:

“Classmate, why are you standing there, you’re blocking others from walking.”

He approached Zhao Yuanyuan with a smile, a small dimple appearing on his cheek as his lips curved upwards:

“Is it hard to put your luggage away by yourself? Do you want me to help you?”

The chubby girl, who used to be an outcast in school and hadn't adapted to her Awakened identity, had never experienced such an attack from a charming man.

She dazedly released her grip on the suitcase, watched as the college student took it, and then, under the college student's physical cues, she followed him to the seat as if in a trance.

“Tsk~”

Yang Dian sighed, marveling at how extraordinary these specially trained individuals were, then quickly lifted his suitcase onto the luggage rack.

As he sat down, brushing past the Russian girl’s long, straight legs, which appeared exceptionally slender when brought together, he saw her extend her right hand towards him.

“Hello, I’m Sophia, from Belarus, here to study in China.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Looking at the slender right hand extended towards him, Yang Dian smiled at her:

“You’re happy too early.”

With that, he reached out and flicked his glasses.

The transparent lenses instantly turned dark. Yang Dian adjusted his seat, crossed his arms over his chest, leaned back, and directly closed his eyes.

Foot massages? Yes.

Emotional involvement? No.

Unless he truly encountered someone of breathtaking beauty, someone who would make him fall in love at first sight.

Otherwise, Yang Dian felt that his life would probably remain as it was.

‘It’s just a bit hard to explain to my parents.’

‘Or should I ask them to work harder and have another child?’

Just as Yang Dian was pondering how to urge his parents, the girl opposite him, wearing Squirtle, let out a “pfft” of laughter, then seemed to recall something and whispered to the girl beside her, who was wearing a Pang Ding top:

“Sister, it seems we also got happy too early.”

Pikachu puffed out her chest:

“What are you afraid of? As long as he’s not gay, what man isn’t lustful?”

Pang Ding nodded along:

“With us three sisters together, are we afraid we can’t take him down?”

“Sister~ Second Sister~ He can hear you.”

“That’s exactly what we want, for him to hear!”

“Sister~ I’m shy.”

“You’re shy? How old are you to still be shy? It’s going to happen sooner or later, what’s the point of being shy…”

With his eyes closed, Yang Dian began to empty his mind, forcing himself to ignore these vulgar words.

When he was tough, he was truly tough.

To break through the crystal rock wall, he could break his hand bones and kneecaps, and even resort to using his teeth to bite off the unknown Mutant egg.

But his soft spot was also truly soft.

It really couldn't withstand tests; the enemy could easily break it with a gentle poke.

He was genuinely afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself.

‘Forget it, I won’t think about them.’

‘I should think about whether to find Youyou, An'an, or Fanfan, Fufu to Cultivate Iron Shirt next.’

‘Or perhaps all of them.’

‘My body is getting harder and harder now, but with only one masseuse helping me Cultivate Iron Shirt, the progress is indeed slow…’

Amidst his random thoughts, he felt someone poke his arm again.

He turned his head to look at the Hanfu girl beside him, and the girl shyly spoke:

“Um, I need to go to the restroom…”

… “Um, I need to go to the restroom…”

… “Um, I need to go to the restroom…”

“Big sister, you’ve gone three times in half an hour.”

“Aren’t you tired?”

The girl’s face turned red:

“Then, I won’t go?”

“What kind of ghost is that, you asking me back?”