Though I’m a studious kid at heart,

physical exercise is still essential—after all, a healthy body is the capital of the revolution. *Ahem.* My classmates keep saying I’ve betrayed the revolution? Nonsense. Not true at all.

On the sports field, all eyes naturally fall on the balls: basketballs, soccer balls, volleyballs, badminton shuttles… and that sacred sphere trembling with every leap—a symbol of beauty and love.

While school uniforms evolve with the times, what truly draws praise are the PE uniforms girls wear only in gym class, and the sailor swimsuits for swimming lessons. Sadly, Lanling High School holds separate swim sessions for boys and girls.

So all we get to admire are teenage girls in their PE gear—especially the snug tops that gracefully trace their lovely curves.

Back then, during PE, I’d either shoot hoops with the guys or sit resting. There’s that old saying… “A gentleman is open and aboveboard; a petty person frets endlessly!”

So I watched openly. What’s wrong with normal guy appreciation? Still, I couldn’t stare outright—that’d mark me a “hentai.” My tactic? Glance casually, pretend to watch the game, and occasionally comment to whoever’s nearby… strictly about the *ball*.

Lin Muke plays badminton. I used to watch her often—her figure simply stood out among peers. But today was different. Honestly, I felt uneasy, especially seeing her arrive at the field with red-rimmed eyes, surrounded by friends.

Even after looking away, hostile glances still swept over me—some from guys, mostly from girls lately.

Ugh. Can’t a guy just watch a game in peace?

Never imagined I’d ever hand the “good guy card” to the class beauty. *A guy giving it to a girl.* And she was flawless—personality, looks, everything.

But my heart belongs to someone else. Half-hearted acceptance would’ve hurt Lin Muke deeper. I’ve never seen myself as a jerk. My classmates just lack insight—they don’t get that I’m trying not to lead her on.

Sure enough, PE without Lin Muke felt dull.

Then I spotted Gu Qianqian from the neighboring class. If Lin Muke’s figure scored a 9, Gu Qianqian’s stunning legs also earned a 9—but let’s be real, in *certain areas*, she had a natural disadvantage.

I usually ignored her. To me, she stole my freshman representative spot through connections, making me lose face in front of the senior. Unforgivable!

Sure, her looks were striking—even among this year’s freshmen. But I, Ye Huaixian, am no shallow judge of faces.

Still… an occasional glance? Acceptable. Like now.

Pink sneakers. Slender, smooth calves leading the eye upward—long, straight lines all the way to where the light blue PE top began. And above that… her weak point. A rich girl, yet looking oddly underdeveloped.

If Gu Qianqian knew Ye Huaixian’s thoughts? She’d want to murder him. She *hated* when people mentioned… *that* part.

She’d tried *so* hard! Since middle school, three straight years of papaya and milk—who had more willpower?! Now just the sight of them made her nauseous… yet the areas that mattered stayed stubbornly below average.

She loathed PE class. On others, the tight uniform highlighted *that* area beautifully. On her… it highlighted *that* area too! (Fuming)

Just then, her expression sharpened—she’d caught a glance aimed squarely at her… less-than-cooperative zone…