The next day.
Everyone at Shanshui Diepin got up rather late.
That was perfectly normal. After all, Su Bai's marathon battle last night had been a little excessive.
Su Bai decided to go for a run by the river. Maybe he would run into Old Man Liu.
Sure enough, after Su Bai caught sight of the mist-shrouded river and sprinted along the rubber track for a while, he saw Liu Chenhu practicing the Eight Brocades in a small plaza-like clearing.
This seemed to be a fitness activity that had become popular among middle-aged and elderly people over the past couple of years. Honestly, it was pretty good, at least for loosening up the muscles and joints.
"Young man, come join us!"
Liu Chenhu spotted Su Bai with uncanny precision... though there was no need to spot him at all. This guy stood out whether he was in an open space or a crowd.
In a sense, he might stand out even more in a crowd. Good looks were all about contrast, after all.
Handsome men were far rarer than "beautiful women." Makeup simply could not do as much for them.
That was why some actresses who looked quite pretty on screen appeared rather ordinary in person, sometimes barely distinguishable from palace maids working as extras. Male stars, on the other hand, often stood head and shoulders above everyone else.
"No, Uncle, I don't know how to do this."
"It's fine. I'll teach you."
Unable to refuse such hospitality, Su Bai laughingly joined them.
The main reason was that two of Liu Chenhu's old friends were practicing with him, and they clearly were not ordinary people. Su Bai vaguely felt that Liu Chenhu had deliberately called him over, perhaps to let him make an appearance before his old friends—much like Su