Chapter 117: White Lickdog

If there were a person called Bai Sao Bao, they'd probably try every trick to grow more leg hair, but Bai Lang just smiles it off. He has no intention of growing leg hair, because he's figured out he's a college student, so his life is relatively stable—plus he's got a good‑looking, marketable face, and if it weren't for his cash‑making boost, he'd actually be the best‑looking of this bunch of fun‑loving college kids.

Bai Lang looks strong and robust, but he knows he must play the supporting role, highlighting the background of those rich third‑generation guys chasing girls—most people did that in the past, if there was a past… Bai Lang has no intention of changing it; after all, he isn't interested in those girls at all.

"They have a bit of a wild vibe; even as college students they're probably on the fringe… it's just a lifestyle." Bai Lang doesn't look down on those girls; to him it's also a way of life, after all it isn't a fixed price, it's more like "dating," and the money? Isn't that the boyfriend's money?

How much money does Bai Lang have? He plans to check his bank card after he gets back; the password doesn't matter, he can just go to the teller.

For now, he'll just be a good human background—at least the beer's fine, the sun and sea feel great, the barbecue… okay enough, and he can watch them sprinkle "dog food" for visual feasting. Bai Lang has a photo in his hand; the old Bai Lang looked a bit chubby, but now he's clearly become much leaner.

Bai Lang has been cultivating up to the fourth level of the Golden Bell Shield, and his muscle definition isn't razor‑sharp; there's a bit of flesh, his abs never fully developed, a layer of fat still wraps the muscles, giving only faint outlines. Now he weighs over ninety kilograms, which is fairly average for his height, but he still wants to gain another ten or fifteen kilograms.

Because he thinks he can still grow taller…

The yacht drifts on the sea—sure enough, a pastime for rich third‑generations. The borrowed yacht is fairly large, holding fifteen people. The helmsman is also a rich third‑generation, apparently an experienced hand. One has to admit these rich kids are decent; they're even willing to bring dorm‑room friends along, even if just to flaunt their superiority.

Bai Lang's life must be at least in his forties now? Though his days are simple and time feels almost frozen for him—while he was with Yu Yu—his inner self has still grown, after all he used to be a near‑thirty office‑drone homebody.

He fully tolerates them flaunting wealth in front of him; they're not bragging by stepping on his face, and it's actually kind of fun to watch, isn't it? Since he's never heard rich third‑generations talk like this, Bai Lang truly doesn't know money can be spent this way; the lives of the rich are surprisingly carefree.

"But at this distance, no matter how rich you are, you must obey me completely… heh, hehehe." Bai Lang thought to himself, smiling like a 180‑pound kid. The yacht drifted farther from shore, and Bai Lang knew they were now off Hainan Island in the South China Sea.

Nothing happened on the yacht; after two days at sea it returned to Sanya. The rich kids might still have plans, but Bai Lang decided to head back. It's hard to practice martial arts on a boat, but returning to his home in Magic City would be fine. "Did they even arrange parents for this?" Bai Lang thought Yu Yu was truly absurd, actually arranging parents.

Bai Lang does miss his original parents—those before the transmigration—but over the years he's given up. He can't return, and has no way to learn their condition; he's already a bit fuzzy on what his parents look like after all these years—maybe he could recognize them instantly, even by silhouette. Yet now, when asked to describe his mom and dad, Bai Lang truly can't picture them.

After locating this "home" based on some records, Bai Lang realized it was indeed a scheme by Yu Yu; the two middle‑aged men and women before him could never match the figures in his memory—though they're not bad, and Bai Lang thought playing the role for ten years might be acceptable. "They're adults now; can't they act? And actually I'm good at playing the dutiful son—because I have no expectations of them."

Thinking that these "fake" parents will only see their son for ten years—maybe even less—Bai Lang felt sympathy for them; his own parents might have been the same… "That Yu Yu is really terrible!" And then he scrolled in his WeChat to a goddess…

It left him speechless; Bai Lang stared at himself in the mirror, looking left, right, up, down, "What a flamboyant 'Xu something' hero, how could I become a lick‑dog? A goddess? Looking at this WeChat chat, it's just ridiculous! Yu Yu, get out there!" The Bai Lang in the mirror is lean, a sturdy man, his face extremely heroic and masculine, though his eyebrows are a bit thick and arched—still the aesthetic of a predatory big cat.

A man like this becoming a lick‑dog? Bai Lang can't believe it himself. Yet the schedule shows the goddess is approaching some festival; it clearly states to invite her out, with a certain amount of funds prepared—though he hasn't even contacted the goddess yet.

Bai Lang burst out laughing; the pent‑up feeling after narrowly escaping the sword qi of an Innate Expert vanished, and he felt completely relaxed. "I've killed for wealth, never been a lick‑dog! This is truly amusing!" Bai Lang flipped through the records and saw that Yu Yu had arranged something downright "disgusting" kneeling‑licking.

The guy laughed, leaning forward and backward, "Daring to say such cheesy lines—must admit, better than me!" Bai Lang finally understood why he's broke—it wasn't family issues, just spending on a goddess. So he checked the goddess's Moments, only to find they weren't visible to him…

Honestly, if the previous holder of this identity could stand before Bai Lang, he'd definitely pat the namesake on the shoulder in respect—though that guy also never had a girlfriend. Since the break is over, it's time to go to university; Bai Lang started studying early, so he's in college at this age.

Early in the morning he still breathes in solar qi, then works out on campus—many students practice martial arts, and he isn't particularly conspicuous… at least for now. Bai Lang feels Yu Yu has a deep background; the assigned identity seems to have a slight issue…