A Little Incident While Walking the Streets

Shuhang had pondered for a long while where he had heard the name Luoxin Street before, yet he could not recall it no matter how hard he tried. So it was here—the famous Foodie Paradise!

Wait, no. Hadn't that Yurouzi in the group said Luoxin Street was in J City? This was the Jiangnan Region.

Could Yurouzi have remembered the location wrong?

Or perhaps both J City and the Jiangnan Region had a Luoxin Street?

That was perfectly normal. City and county names rarely overlapped.

But town names, streets, villages, and the like were duplicated all over the place. The place Yurouzi wanted to visit was surely the one in J City; she probably would not 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.

Who knew how long he had wandered? Once he felt a little tired, he bought two more crispy chicken wraps and sat down on one of the rest benches by the street.

Across from the rest area was a large square in Luoxin District. People streamed back and forth, and the place buzzed with life.

The weather had only just begun to warm, yet it was already powerless to restrain women's natural love of beauty.

Dazzling camisoles, midriff-baring tops, miniskirts, low-rise hot pants, high heels, and pointed-toe sandals were everywhere. Enchanting fair necks and full chests, slender waists and jade-like legs added a thousand charms and ten thousand shades of loveliness to Luoxin District's square.

As long as one sat in the rest area, one could see countless slender legs shining with boundless radiance.

The rest area Song Shuhang had chosen at random happened to be an excellent spot for watching beautiful women—three guys beside him were solemnly scoring the beauties' long legs.

"See that woman in the red dress under the left corner of the electronic screen? That figure, those legs—at least an eighty." The chubby guy in thick glasses pointed at the red-clad figure.

"Axu, you still need to sharpen your eye. Seventy-three, no more. Her legs are long, but she's a little too skinny overall. And her calves look slightly too short in proportion, which hurts the overall appearance." The handsome, sunny-looking man beside him put on the air of an expert.

"Really?" The bespectacled fatty scratched his head. Looking carefully, it really was as the sunny man had said. But without a close look, there was no way to tell.

"I think she deserves at least a seventy-seven. After all, legs like those are already extremely rare in real life. You can't use the thigh stars and leg models online as the standard." The last man, with short hair, reclined lazily against the bench.

Listening to them, Song Shuhang could not help looking in the direction the bespectacled fatty had pointed. A woman in a tight red bodycon dress was striding along there, crystal sandals on her slender feet.

Women who dared wear such tight bodycon skirts were generally the sort confident in their figures.

Shuhang did not have a leg fetish, but he still had to admit that the woman in red was indeed beautiful. Her thighs were long, fair, and tender-looking; clearly, their owner took great care of them.

They said that when men looked at women, immature men looked at faces, slightly older men looked at breasts, and only mature men looked at legs.

Shuhang felt he definitely did not count as a mature man—because he had no particular feeling about legs. Even when he saw streets full of pale, gleaming thighs, he felt no impulse at all, much less the urge to score them like the three guys beside him.

As for his roommates, who claimed they wanted to kneel and lick the long legs of celebrities from neighboring countries, Song Shuhang found them utterly incomprehensible.

Legs? Men had them too. Women's legs were merely whiter and softer—what was so special about them?

That was what he thought inside. If the three guys beside him knew, they would surely spray his face full of shit.

"Look, quick! A hundred points, a full hundred!" The bespectacled fatty suddenly cried excitedly, his voice involuntarily growing louder.

"Where?" the sunny man asked. Though the bespectacled fatty's eye was not top-notch, he was still a man with an eye. A score of one hundred was not something one handed out casually.

Even the languid short-haired man sat upright curiously and looked in the direction the fatty was staring.

Still beneath the LED screen, a slender, pretty figure emerged from around a corner. She dragged an enormous suitcase behind her, yet did not seem strained in the slightest.

Her long black hair fell to her waist like a waterfall, cascading down her back and fluttering in the breeze.

She was tall and willowy. Even in flat athletic shoes, it was obvious that her legs were a great deal longer than anyone else's in the surrounding crowd. With one step, she covered the distance of two or three ordinary people's steps.

She was simply born with the template of a movie heroine. Even standing amid a crowd and doing nothing, she had the feeling of a crane standing among chickens. She was naturally the focal point of everyone's gaze.

The black-haired beauty walked very quickly, and in just a few steps she met the woman in the red dress whom the three guys had just been discussing. Anything perfect might not appear overly dazzling on its own. But once there was something to compare it with, it became a hundred times more dazzling.

At that moment, the woman in red became the foil. When the black-haired woman swept past her, their beautiful legs formed a stark contrast, and the superior and inferior were judged at a glance. Comparison magnified beauty, making the black-haired woman's legs shine all the more brightly.

"Axu, there's nothing to say. This is absolutely, unquestionably a hundred." The sunny man immediately rose to his feet, dusted off his clothes, then reached up to smooth his Hairstyle.

"What are you doing?" the short-haired man asked.

"Asking her out! A woman this perfect is something you might never encounter again in a lifetime. So whether I succeed or fail, I have to go ask her out. Otherwise, I'll regret it for the rest of my life!" The sunny man flashed a toothy grin, two rows of Big White teeth gleaming beneath the sunlight. He truly had a talent for attracting girls, with the foundations of a winner in life—sunny and handsome.

He would not lose anything if he failed; if he really managed to ask her out, he would strike it rich! With something that brought a hundred benefits and not a single harm, why not do it?

A real man had to cast shame aside and charge bravely forward at a time like this!

Then, the sunny handsome guy squeezed into the crowd and pushed toward the Black Long Straight Hair beauty.

Less than two minutes later, the sunny handsome guy returned with his head hanging low.

"Failed? That fast?" the bespectacled fatty asked in confusion. Though he knew there was over a ninety percent chance his companion would fail, his companion was at least somewhat handsome and smooth-talking. To fail so quickly? With his ability, even if asking for a hookup failed, he should have been able to chat with the beauty for a while, right?

"I never got the chance to ask! That beauty's legs are so long, and she walks so fast. One of her steps equals several of mine. I was practically jogging the whole way, but I couldn't catch up at all." The sunny handsome guy burst into tears.

"..." The short-haired man was speechless.

"Pfft!" Song Shuhang nearly laughed himself into internal injuries. These three guys were hilarious.

Still, those legs on that black-haired beauty really had been dazzling.

In this day and age, the internet was highly developed. All kinds of beauties emerged one after another, and people had long grown aesthetically fatigued by "beautiful women."

But true gold feared no fire. A truly distinctive beauty could always hold people's gazes firmly captive.

Like that black-haired beauty just now—she was the kind one would remember firmly after a single glance, the kind one probably would not forget anytime soon.

Running into a beauty was merely a small interlude in his stroll through the streets.

After resting for a while, Song Shuhang got up and continued wandering.

I should buy some snacks to take 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 Paradise, he could not possibly return without bringing back a token of appreciation.

He had no idea what the others liked to eat, so he would just bring back a bit of every kind of delicious food.