Chapter 52: The Scumbag and the God

Chapter 52: The F-Boy and the God-Tier Man

Since there was no training scheduled for today, and his guitar and singing skills had already reached a master level, Gao Yun dialed Wang Lili at eleven o'clock in the morning to discuss moving up their street dance lesson, which was originally set for two-thirty in the afternoon. Once Wang Lili agreed, he drove to her apartment building to pick her up, and the two headed to the dance studio for today's practice session.

"..."

Along the way, Wang Lili sat in the passenger seat of the Ferrari, staring blankly at Gao Yun's profile. Her mind raced as she reminisced about the past.

Back then, after Gao Yun confessed to her and was rejected, he stopped coming to the dance studio altogether. At first, Wang Lili assumed this young man had a thin skin and was too embarrassed to face her again. However, she later happened to discover through WeChat Moments that he had simply redirected his time toward fitness and self-betterment.

Watching from the sidelines, Wang Lili witnessed how Gao Yun, after leaving the studio, transformed his ordinary physique step by step through weight training. Every three months, the shirtless selfies he posted in his Moments looked better than the last—becoming increasingly symmetrical and aesthetic. Even his facial structure and overall aura had undergone a complete metamorphosis.

The contrast between his before and after had a greater impact than Eddie Peng ever did.

And that wasn't the end of it. He transitioned from a mere fitness enthusiast to a certified trainer, scoring first place in the entire province. As time went on, he went on to pursue all sorts of fascinating endeavors: playing the guitar, forming a band, occasionally performing on the streets, writing novels, modeling, running self-media accounts...

Wang Lili gradually came to understand that Gao Yun was an exceptionally interesting and motivated person. His life was endlessly vibrant and far from mundane.

If time had frozen right there, Wang Lili would have merely viewed Gao Yun—her former suitor—from someone she once ignored into a passing acquaintance toward whom she felt a touch of favorable impression and admiration.

It was only recently, after Gao Yun achieved financial freedom and returned to the studio to learn dancing from her, that the two reunited, allowing Wang Lili to gain an even deeper understanding of him.

What would a normal person do after suddenly striking it rich?

Some would indulge in frantic consumption, wild debauchery, and hedonistic pleasures; others would play it safe, pursuing steady, long-term wealth—these were the choices of one group.

Using a small portion of the money to improve their quality of life while investing the vast majority into assets and entrepreneurial ventures to make even more money—that was the choice of another group.

And Gao Yun? He used a tiny fraction of his wealth to enjoy himself, proving his rationality; he used a tiny fraction to start a business, proving his sagacity.

Finally, he used the rest to elevate himself, progressing at a speed that ordinary people could only gaze at in the dust...

This proved he was no mere mortal; he was unequivocally a god-tier man, radiating boundless charm eight hundred li in every direction, with himself at the absolute center.

Like the midday sun, blazing with brilliant light, conquering all beings regardless of gender!

Men would revere and admire him, yearning to become his friends; women would adore and worship him, longing to become his women.

Wang Lili followed Gao Yun's self-media accounts religiously, never missing a single video, watching every episode from start to finish.

She couldn't spot any of the so-called "flaunting of wealth" that internet commenters chattered about. To her, it wasn't showing off; it was merely a faithful chronicle. Gao Yun never bragged about how wealthy he was; he simply used unpretentious lenses to narrate his daily life.

Therefore, more than anything else, what Wang Lili saw was Gao Yun's endless drive and unstoppable momentum after setting clear goals, alongside his perseverance and self-discipline rooted in quiet composure.

He faced life with humor and courage, charged toward the world with high morale, and treated everyone around him with warmth and friendliness.

He had a fierce tiger hidden deep in his heart, yet gently sniffed the roses.

He had already comprehended the vastness of the cosmos, yet still cherished the tender blades of grass.

Such a god-tier man—and just two months ago, I actually thought he was hitting on me? And deliberately flirted with him back? How utterly ridiculous is that? Could you possibly flirt with someone like him?

Wang Lili felt a profound bitterness welling up inside her, with nowhere to vent it.

Silence filled the car as Gao Yun focused entirely on driving without playing any music. The longer the silence stretched, the more awkward Wang Lili felt. After wrestling with her thoughts for a long time, she broke the stillness with a question.

"Ah-Yun, what was it that made you change?"

"Huh?"

Wang Lili elaborated, "I mean, five years ago you weren't like this. What caused you to change? Could you tell me?"

"…Let me think."

The question stunned Gao Yun for a few seconds. Fortunately, traffic on the road was sparse. He collected his thoughts while driving and pondering, and half a minute later, he replied: "The idea of changing isn't triggered by a single day, a single moment, or a single event. It’s an accumulation over time, forged through countless days and numerous experiences, gradually piling up until it finally takes shape."

"Once you conceive the idea of change, set a goal, and work toward it step by step, witnessing the transformation in yourself, you’ll feel a sense of joy and build confidence. Then you just keep working hard—that's what they call getting addicted to hard work."

"However," Gao Yun chuckled, shaking his head, "not working hard is also addictive. So once you start putting in the effort, make sure you never stop."

*Well, well, why does this handsome man feel like his persona has been getting a bit too high and mighty lately? Am I sounding a bit too detached and out of touch? Is it going to be bad if I alienate myself from the masses like this?*

Gao Yun hesitated inwardly, casting a covert glance at Wang Lili. He saw her eyes shining brightly, with two faint, twinkling little stars visible within them, which gave Gao Yun quite a fright.

*Damn it, this is getting exaggerated. Idol worship is a big no-no; I don't want to be a god-tier man! Who dares to chase a god-tier man?*

Compared to being a god-tier man, he would much rather be an F-boy—an F-boy is great at everything except for being unfaithful.

A god-tier man is nothing but a god, and literally everything else about him sucks!

***

Arriving at the dance studio, the two warmed up and practiced as usual.

Gao Yun's years of fitness training had endowed him with muscle coordination far surpassing ordinary people. Coupled with the system's invisible enhancements and the meticulous care of his physical management team over the past month, his street dance skills had advanced by leaps and bounds.

His foundational techniques, dance musicality, expressive tension, and rhythmic control had all improved tremendously.

Various high-difficulty power moves—such as one-handed halos, elbow spins, gyro windmills, and inclined hand spins—were executed with effortless mastery, approaching the level of a professional dancer.

In fact, due to the inherent physical strength disadvantage of women, some moves were simply impossible for Wang Lili to perform. Watching him left her unable to resist gesturing applause in admiration.

Once the lesson concluded, they moved on to the final stretching exercise of the session.

In the dead of midsummer, Gao Yun simply went shirtless. Wang Lili's top had long since been soaked through with sweat. Sitting facing each other on the floor, their legs spread wide in a split, pressing against each other's feet and taking turns making the other's torso lie flat, heavy and hurried breathing echoed through the dance studio.

"I can't teach you anything anymore."

Normally, the session would have ended by now, but Wang Lili remained seated. Her grip on Gao Yun's hand gradually tightened as she stared intently at him. "Actually, a week ago, after you pulled off that turtle spin power move, I couldn't teach you anything else."

The turtle spin was one of the high-difficulty moves in breaking. The technique required supporting oneself with a single hand, keeping the body parallel to the ground, and using the other hand to generate momentum by pushing off the floor to spin, with only one hand serving as the pivot point. It demanded extraordinary bodily balance and arm strength.

Let alone a girl like Wang Lili, among the dancers she knew, the number of male dancers capable of executing this move could be counted on one hand, and every single one of them was a prominent, well-known elite in the street dance circle.

Gao Yun joked, "Oh great, that means you gave me seven extra private lessons. Refund my money!"

"Refunding money is out of the question."

Wang Lili's lips curved upward as she thought to herself, *Do you want a refund in the form of me instead?*

Unable to suppress her overflowing emotions any longer, she subconsciously leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between them until they could feel each other's hurried breath.

Gao Yun pursed his lips, sensing that the atmosphere had turned ambiguous. He released her hand, stood up, walked over to the clothing rack, and used his shirt to wipe the sweat from his body. Standing with his back to her, he asked, "Is the dance studio planning to hold a competition recently?"