Shuhang had racked his brains for ages, trying to remember where he had heard the name Luoxin District before, but he just couldn't recall. So this was it—the famed Foodie's Paradise!
Wait, that wasn't right. Hadn't Soft Feather said in the group chat that Luoxin District was in J City? This was the Jiangnan Region.
Could Soft Feather have remembered the location wrong?
Or perhaps both J City and the Jiangnan Region had a Luoxin District?
That was perfectly normal. City and county names rarely overlapped.
But town names, districts, villages, and the like were duplicated all over the place. The place Soft Feather wanted to visit had to be the one in J City. She probably wouldn't come all the way to the Jiangnan Region.
Since he had come out to clear his head, Shuhang stopped dwelling on it.
He ate as he walked, and wandered as he ate.
After who knew how long, he began to feel tired. He bought another two crispy chicken wraps, then sat down on one of the benches at the edge of the district reserved for resting.
Across from the resting area was a large plaza in Luoxin Borough. People streamed back and forth, and it bustled with life.
The weather had only just begun to warm, yet it could no longer hold back women's natural love of beauty.
Dazzling camisoles, crop tops, miniskirts, low-rise hot pants, high heels, and pointed-toe sandals were everywhere. Graceful white necks, full chests, slender waists, and jade-like legs added a thousand charms and ten thousand shades of loveliness to Luoxin Borough's plaza.
As long as one sat in the resting area, countless long, shapely legs could be seen blazing with boundless radiance.
The resting area Song Shuhang had chosen at random happened to be an excellent spot for admiring beauties—three guys beside him were earnestly rating the long legs of passing women.
"Did you see that girl in the red dress under the corner of the electronic screen on the left? That figure, those legs—at least eighty points." The chubby guy in thick glasses pointed at the woman in red.
"A-Xu, you need to train your eye some more. Seventy-three points, no more. Her legs are indeed long, but she's a little too skinny overall. And her calves look somewhat short in proportion, which affects the overall aesthetic." A handsome, sunny-looking man beside him put on the air of an expert.
"Really?" The bespectacled fat guy scratched his head. On closer inspection, it really was as the sunny man had said. But if one didn't look carefully, it was impossible to notice.
"I think she deserves at least seventy-seven points. After all, legs like that are already extremely rare in real life. You can't use those online leg celebrities or leg models as the standard." The last man, with short hair, leaned back lazily in his chair.
Listening to them, Song Shuhang involuntarily looked in the direction the bespectacled fat guy had pointed. A woman in a tight red bodycon dress was striding along there, crystal sandals on her long feet.
Women who dared wear such tight bodycon dresses were generally the sort who had confidence in their figures.
Shuhang didn't have a leg fetish, but he had to admit that the woman in red was truly beautiful. Her thighs were long, fair, and tender-looking; their owner clearly paid close attention to maintenance.
They said that when men looked at women, immature men looked at faces, then as they grew older, they looked at breasts. Only mature men looked at legs.
Shuhang felt that he definitely didn't count as a mature man yet—he had no particular feeling about legs. Even faced with streets full of gleaming white thighs, he felt no urge whatsoever, much less the desire to score them like the three guys beside him.
He found it even more incomprehensible that several of his roommates claimed they wanted to kneel and lick the long legs of celebrities from neighboring countries.
Legs were something men had themselves. Women's legs were merely a little whiter and softer—there was nothing particularly special about them, was there?
That was what he thought. If the three guys beside him had known, they would definitely have sprayed shit all over his face.
"Quick, look! One hundred points! A hundred points!" Suddenly, the bespectacled fat guy cried excitedly, his voice unconsciously rising.
"Where?" the sunny man asked. Although the bespectacled fat guy's taste wasn't exactly top-notch, he still had an eye for things. A score of one hundred wasn't something one could hand out casually.
Even the lazy short-haired man sat up straight in curiosity and looked in the direction the fat guy was staring.
Still beneath that LED screen, a tall, pretty figure emerged from around the corner. She dragged an enormous suitcase behind her, yet she didn't seem the least bit strained.
Her long black hair fell to her waist like a waterfall, flowing behind her in the wind.
She was tall and slender. Even in simple canvas sneakers, it was obvious that her legs were far longer than those of everyone around her. One step of hers covered the distance of two or three steps for an ordinary person.
She was practically born with the template of a movie heroine. Even if she stood among the crowd doing nothing, she would still have the feeling of a crane standing among chickens. She was naturally the focus of everyone's gaze.
The black-haired beauty walked quickly, catching up with the woman in red whom the three guys had just discussed in only a few steps. Perfect things might not seem overly dazzling when standing alone. But once there was comparison, they became a hundred times more radiant.
At that moment, the woman in red became a mere foil. As the black-haired woman swept past her, the two pairs of beautiful legs formed a stark contrast, and the difference was immediately clear. Comparison magnified beauty, making the black-haired woman's legs appear even more dazzling.
"A-Xu, there's nothing to say. This is absolutely, unquestionably one hundred points." The sunny man immediately stood up, patted down his clothes, and ran a hand through his hair.
"What are you doing?" the short-haired man asked.
"Asking her out! A woman this perfect might never be encountered again in an entire lifetime. So whether I succeed or not, I have to go ask her out. Otherwise, I'll regret it for the rest of my life." The sunny man flashed a grin, two rows of white teeth gleaming under the sunlight. He truly had a talent for attracting girls, possessing the foundations of a winner in life—sunny and handsome.
He wouldn't lose anything even if he failed; if he actually managed to ask her out, he would strike it rich! What was there not to like about something with a hundred benefits and not a single harm?
A real man had to cast aside shame and charge forward bravely at a time like this!
Then, the handsome sunny guy squeezed into the crowd and pushed his way toward the black-haired beauty.
Less than two minutes later, the handsome sunny guy returned with his head hanging.
"Failed? That fast?" the bespectacled fat guy asked in confusion. Although he knew there was more than a ninety-percent chance his companion would fail, his companion was at least somewhat handsome and knew how to talk. To fail so quickly? With his abilities, even if asking for a hookup failed, he should at least have been able to chat with the beauty for a while.
"I didn't even get a chance to ask her out! That beauty's legs are so long, and she walks so fast. One of her steps equals several of mine. I was practically jogging all the way, but I couldn't catch up at all." The handsome sunny guy was in tears.
"..." The short-haired man was speechless.
"Pfft!" Song Shuhang nearly laughed himself into internal injuries. These three guys were too amusing.
Still, those legs on that black-haired beauty just now had really been dazzling.
In this day and age, the internet was highly developed. All kinds of beauties emerged one after another, and people had long since grown aesthetically weary of the word "beauty."
But true gold feared no fire. A truly distinctive beauty could always firmly seize people's gazes.
Like that black-haired beauty just now—she was the kind one would remember firmly after a single glance, the kind one probably wouldn't forget for quite some time.
Running into a beauty was merely a minor incident during his stroll through the streets.
After resting for a while, Song Shuhang got up and continued wandering around.
I should buy some snacks to bring back later, he thought. His roommates had taken good care of him when he caught a cold not long ago, so since he was visiting Foodie's Paradise, he couldn't return without bringing back a little token of appreciation.
He didn't know what the others liked to eat, so he would bring back some of every delicious thing.
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