The Ballet Miniskirt
Shen Jiabin had exceptional physical fitness. Last year, he'd even advanced to national second-level athlete status. Not only was he a star on the basketball court, but he'd also trained in Sanda, fighting, and grappling. In front of him, ordinary students stood no chance—they could only take a beating.
With his powerful family background, superior physique, handsome looks, and towering build, everyone saw Shen Jiabin as the golden boy, heaven's favorite.
He was one of those born winners, starting life miles ahead.
The old Xiao Yi? Shen Jiabin could've hoisted him up with one hand for a thorough thrashing. Xiao Yi wouldn't have landed a single counter.
Buoyed by his ironclad physique, Shen Jiabin brimmed with confidence. He'd been the loudest voice in this ragtag team pushing to fight their way out.
Especially after watching Xiao Yi carve through that zombie horde like a hot knife through butter—his ego had skyrocketed.
If a trashy nobody who couldn't even make the basketball team can pull that off, then I—this perfect male god—can do it even better!
"But those zombies that stinking loser faced looked pretty damn weak! The one we ran into last time? Totally different from the run-of-the-mill ones. If it's still blocking the door downstairs, charging out means certain death!" another basketball player chimed in.
"Yeah! Girls like us trailing you guys would just slow you down. Honestly, the sports hall rooftop ain't bad at all."
A poised beauty in yoga gear, her long ponytail swaying, spoke up: "I say we skip the risky breakout. You boys scout for food and water, bring it back here. We'll hunker down and wait patiently for the army or government to rescue us."
The speaker was Tang Jingyan, president of the yoga club and the undisputed flower of the sports department. Whispers often paired her with Shen Jiabin as the department's golden couple—and plenty drooled over her lithe, flawless figure.
Back when Xiao Yi first started university, he'd snuck into the yoga studio with his dorm buddies to ogle Tang Jingyan's sessions. He couldn't deny it: he'd crushed hard on this goddess once.
Across Jiang City University, few guys hadn't stroked one out to her photos.
As one of Xiao Yi's simp roommates put it: This is the ultimate tribute to a yoga babe—pour out every drop of your essence. That's true devotion!
The mantra on every guy's lips? "If I land Tang Jingyan, we'll unlock every position in the book!"
"Sister Jingyan's spot on. The rooftop's safe, spacious—no zombie threats, killer views. Rescue teams show up, we'll spot 'em first!" A petite girl in a ballet tutu nodded eagerly.
Her name was Lin Man Cha, the frailest and timides among them. She'd seen a guy get devoured alive by zombies earlier—now nothing could drag her outside.
Tang Jingyan's idea? Music to her ears.
"Why the hell should us guys risk our necks hunting food and water while you chicks lounge here safe?"
A burly, dark-skinned basketballer in team gear leered right between Lin Man Cha's thighs, grinning sleazily: "Unless you be my girl and warm my bed tonight. Then I'll fetch your grub and drinks, no complaints."
He was Zhuang Qiang, basketball team's powerhouse—built like a tank, strong as an ox. But infamous as a creep; twice school-wide shamed for groping girls.
Lin Man Cha flushed crimson, fury blazing in her eyes. She opened her mouth to rip into him—then noticed his stare glued to her crotch.
She glanced down in panic. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, her ballet miniskirt had ridden up, exposing her privates. Thank god for the white tights underneath.
But her plumpness strained the fabric, outlining a full, tantalizing slit through the sheer white.
For certain pervs, that was hotter than full nudity.
And Zhuang Qiang? Prime example. Her pose lit his lust like a fuse.
"Zhuang Qiang! What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Threatening Man Cha?"
Tang Jingyan shot to her feet, glaring daggers: "We're classmates—we look out for each other, right? Boys shielding girls is just basic decency. Want her as your girlfriend? Earn it. Make her want you. This bully shit? Fucking gross."
"The hell you say?" Zhuang Qiang exploded up, eyes bulging with rage at Tang Jingyan: "Believe I'll fuck her right here?! It's the goddamn apocalypse—quit the high-and-mighty act in my face! Bitches like you? I could snap a dozen with one fist!"