65. Everything Happens for a Reason

Of course, reality always has a way of slapping you in the face. The very next morning, the police arrived at the Medical University to investigate. While Biozyme and his group were trying to voice their concerns through official channels—hoping to win organizational support by highlighting the unjust treatment of the university staff team’s coach—the police replied that this so-called Liu Hao was a completely fictitious identity. The bearded, bespectacled coach was merely an impostor.

Whoa! Another unexpected twist!

If previously there had been anger and indignation, now everyone quickly found themselves overcome by a mysterious sense of awe for Brother Hao. This was exhilarating! His identity was fake! To think that a master living under an assumed name had been among them for over two months! Like a sudden spring breeze overnight, everyone who had played soccer with Brother Hao now felt immensely proud. I even played cards with him!

And as for those who had shared a bed with Brother Hao… well, that would probably become the most legendary and romantic memory of their lives. After all, for most people, it’s rare to experience something so bizarre and yet so thrilling. Memories to cherish, commemorate, and long for!

A fresh wave of sentimental posts swept through the forums once more…

But Biozyme and his group weren’t fools. Upon learning that Brother Hao was some kind of mysterious expert from who-knows-where, they swiftly adjusted their narrative. Now, it was about a Medical University student—a trainee doctor at the affiliated hospital—suffering sexual harassment. This was a far graver issue. They decided not to focus on Brother Hao but rather on the champion of the audition region, whose ordeal had witnesses and concrete details.

Sometimes, one can’t help but marvel at how nothing in this world happens by accident.

Those two prospective flight attendants from the Aeronautics Academy had participated in the preliminary and second-round training and recognized the contestant who had failed to make the top ten and caused a scene. With an urge to expose the truth, they dug up and shared this girl’s information. The Medical University students quickly seized the opportunity and contacted her for help in blowing the whistle as a direct witness!

The academically gifted Medical University students were indeed clever. Even at a time like this, they knew how to let someone else bear the brunt of the attack, keeping Qiao Yingna out of it and casting her solely as a patient victim. Instead, they let the disgruntled, eliminated girl—who only needed a little nudge—explode with accusations!

Sister Mai once questioned how much of a stir such revelations could cause, but when a frenzied crowd pushes the story, sometimes it can be even more devastating than a PR campaign funded by a corporation.

Last night’s revelations were merely the prelude, an emotional outpouring from a crowd of onlookers. Today, it escalated into a full-blown exposé: how the judges sent suggestive texts inviting contestants for coffee, how after coffee they would be dragged off to sing karaoke until the early hours, finally suggesting they stay over at a nearby hotel, all while maintaining a façade of propriety: “Buddhism teaches that form is emptiness, and emptiness is form. Why be so attached?”

If a girl refused, the judges would call out the names of those who had already given in, saying, “If you don’t want to stay, fine—go home and ask your family to scrape together the money, then.”

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned; in moments like these, there’s nothing they won’t dare to say! The news exploded across the internet, instantly shooting to the top of every trending list. According to communication theory, now the words “scandal” and “sex-for-favors” had entirely overshadowed the reckless young man who smashed a bottle in protest. All netizens were now united in their outrage against the talent show!

Even with all her experience, Sister Mai hadn’t expected that in just one night—thanks to Bai Haonan and his group of girls gatecrashing the event—the situation could spiral so wildly out of control! She was so worried about Qiao Yingna that she’d spent the night in her room, but when the TV station’s urgent call woke her the next morning, she finally realized how dire things had become. What now?

Qiao Yingna, clutching that pair of glasses, seemed dazed, perhaps wondering the same thing.

On his end, Bai Haonan was asking himself the same question.

They’d driven most of the night before leaving the province, finally stopping at a small county-level city to find a hotel. By then, it was already three or four in the morning. They tumbled into a standard twin room, each collapsing into bed and falling into a daze until daylight. When Bai Haonan finally awoke, he reached out to find a warm, soft body beside him. It’s well known that men tend to be a bit… eager in the early morning, and with his habitual confidence as a seasoned lover, he sprang into action without a second thought. Only after the deed was done, as he lay trembling in the aftermath, did he truly wake up—finding himself locked in an awkward, wide-eyed stare.

This was a rare occasion for Bai Haonan, whose romantic escapades had been countless.

The hotel curtains were thick enough to block out most of the light, but the brightness peeking through the cracks made it clear it was well past eight or nine in the morning.

Chen Sufen’s sports bra had been pushed up around her neck. She now gazed at Bai Haonan with a half-amused, half-serene expression, as if to say, “You’ve finally fallen into my lap.” Even in the dim light, her athletic, toned waist radiated vitality.

Bai Haonan froze like a startled puppy, his sleep evaporating instantly, throat a bit dry. “Um…”

Perhaps realizing she shouldn’t act too brash, Chen Sufen decided to spare his pride a little: “Sir, do you have a girlfriend?” Though their bodies were still entwined, she managed to affect a playful, girlish charm with ease.

Bai Haonan struggled to resist his body’s response. “No… I don’t!”

Chen Sufen nodded confidently. “Good. Now you do.”

Bai Haonan tried to argue, “Well, I mean, I have… women outside, other girls.”

Chen Sufen’s expression remained resolute. “That’s fine. Now you have two. No matter how many you have, I’m always n plus one.”

Bai Haonan, whose math skills were limited, felt a twinge of despair. “Chen Sufen! It’s not like that…”

She blinked. “I’m quite satisfied, actually. Over the years, you’ve honed your skills in every way. Now it’s my turn to pick up the fruit that’s fallen from the tree. Want to guide this rookie a bit more?”

Bai Haonan wanted to resist, but in the end, a man’s nature betrayed him—he said no, but his body was all too eager. He simply couldn’t control himself!

Chen Sufen, still a newcomer to these matters, felt a little shy. In the midst of their movements, she looked down and admitted, “Is my chest a bit too small?”

Bai Haonan, playing the seasoned veteran, replied, “This isn’t the time to talk about that…”

The novice shifted her hands elsewhere. “What about down there—is it too little?”

Bai Haonan responded even more nonchalantly, “It’s fine. Didn’t your mother have none at all?”

Chen Sufen finally lost her composure and, with a roar, kicked Bai Haonan off the bed. “What?!”

Rolling onto the hotel carpet, Bai Haonan hastily explained, “The bathhouse! Didn’t I tell you how your mom used to take me to the bathhouse when we were kids? I saw it then!”

Chen Sufen, having already lowered her standards for this man’s sense of decency, now doubted whether he had any limits at all. “So you’re saying you’ve seen all those aunties and big sisters at the sports academy compound?”

Bai Haonan nodded with a touch of nostalgia. Chen Sufen pressed on, “Tell me, which aunties and sisters have you seen, and what were their features?”

So, early in the morning, Bai Haonan was forced to recall the origins of his sexual awakening—and it really was quite something.

Looking at the way he’d ended up, it was clear there were reasons for his downfall.