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Luo You rubbed her ear and asked again.

“What did you just say you want me to teach you?”

An Jiu’er’s gaze didn’t waver.

She even stepped forward a few paces.

“I want you, Coach, to teach me bedroom skills.”

“The wording feels even more vulgar now…”

That was a lot of information at once.

Luo You signaled her to hold her tongue.

She needed a moment to process this.

‘Did she mess up her posture during training these past few days, compress a nerve, and now she doesn’t even know what she’s saying anymore?’

After a moment of thought, Luo You asked again.

“Let me confirm. By S, do you mean that kind of self-defense technique for avoiding… violations?”

An Jiu’er answered seriously for a second time.

“No.

I mean the sport where two people take off all their clothes and engage in a fierce battle in a room.”

The curriculum of this gym coach was clearly going off track.

Luo You blurted without even thinking.

“I don’t!

I’m not good at that!

Do I look like the type of person who’s an expert in that sort of thing?”

“Pfft—”

“What are you laughing at?”

“Your jokes are hilarious.”

“I’m not joking.”

Luo You straightened her posture, solemn and serious.

“I’m really not good at it.”

An Jiu’er just held back her laughter, finding it all the more amusing.

“Is that so?

But those times you rubbed sunscreen on me at the beach, just from the way your fingers moved, I could definitely tell you’re a seasoned pro.”

“Uh, that was…”

Who could’ve guessed a little show-offy flourish for vanity’s sake back then would now come back to bite her like this.

Luo You sighed.

“Fine, I’ll admit it.

Yes, I’m quite skilled.

But I need to stress this—

You’ve come to the wrong person.

The techniques I know only work on girls.

For boys, I don’t have the slightest experience.”

If An Jiu’er’s partner wasn’t a girl, Luo You really had nothing to teach her.

And even if she did agree, these were advanced techniques.

She doubted An Jiu’er could even learn them.

But An Jiu’er didn’t say whether her target was male or female.

She was undeterred.

“That’s fine! This works too!”

“…Huh?”

“Please, Coach!

No matter what, I want to defeat that person!

I’m begging you, teach me!”

She bent down in a perfect ninety-degree bow.

Her sincerity burned, stirring the atmosphere.

Luo You rubbed her nose, awkward again.

“But… how am I supposed to teach this?

I can’t seriously go into the bedroom and practice with you, can I?”

She wouldn’t be one of those women.

Not someone who’d throw herself at a pretty face at the drop of a hat.

And besides, An Jiu’er was her student—

As a coach, there was a line she could never cross.

“That’s fine.

You can teach me right here.”

“Eh?

Here?

Wouldn’t that look bad?”

Up on the second-floor training floor, it was spacious, yes…

But if anyone happened to see them, she’d be fired on the spot.

“No need to undress!

Just teach me the winning positions!”

“…Oh. So that’s what you mean.”

Positions she did know plenty of.

Some might even work universally.

But on a male opponent—she couldn’t guarantee the success rate.

“Fine. I’ll teach you the most practical ones.”

Luo You dragged her over to the dumbbells.

“Here.

Start with a single-arm lift. Twenty reps, five sets. Go.”

“Coach… does this have anything to do with what I want to learn?”

“Of course it does.”

“But this is just ordinary fitness training?”

“Exactly.

And that’s called the foundation.”

Her eyes burned with intensity.

Deep down, she thought An Jiu’er was too naive.

She didn’t even need to ask.

There was no way this girl could keep up.

It was like a frail girl who struggled with stairs suddenly demanding to learn archery self-defense.

Without strength, training would only be wasted swings.

Just comedy at best.

“You hear me?

If you can’t finish all five sets within thirty minutes, I won’t teach you any real skills.

Training would be useless!”

Her hands clasped behind her back, she struck the posture of a master.

“Alright!”

An Jiu’er yanked up a thirty-jin dumbbell without hesitation.

She finished all five sets in fifteen minutes.

“Coach! I’m finished!”

She was barely sweating.

Clearly, she still had energy left.

Luo You blinked.

“Eh?

Wait—this girl actually has some ability?!”

Shaking herself back to focus, she barked louder.

“Still not enough!”

She bound a resistance band to An Jiu’er’s waist and dragged her to the next machine.

“Stance set!

Squat!

Front-back waist thrusts, fifty reps!

Five sets—go!”

“No problem!”

She completed all five sets again.

This time panting heavily, but with eyes blazing in determination.

Luo You caught that fire.

Moved, she finally put aside her pose and agreed to teach genuine techniques.

“Alright.

Give me your opponent’s stats.

I’ll make a quick analysis so I can tailor strategies to you.”

“Yes, Coach!”

An Jiu’er thought carefully.

“He’s stronger than me.

But his key strength is skill.

Really tough to handle!

His weakness…

His HP bar is paper thin!”

“Then the plan is simple!

Target that thin HP bar!

Relentless jabs!

Poke him into glorious victory!”

Hot-blooded as her words sounded, inside Luo You sneered.

‘So his endurance is that pathetic, huh?

What a lightweight.

Not like Feifei, who’d at least… hold out before collapsing.’

She knew exactly how to handle this type.

Give him one opening, and the playing field flipped completely.

“By the way, is your own HP bar thick or thin?”

“Hmm…

Hard to say.

But I think it’s pretty thick?”

“Perfect.

That means you’ve been invincible from the start of this battle.”

A tank against a paper-thin armor car?

That’s just roadkill.

“Now I’ll teach you the escapes.

When you’re restrained, this is how you break out and reverse the control.

Watch closely.”

“Yes, Coach!”

By the afternoon, training wrapped up.

“So?

Feel like you’ve improved?”

“Yes!

Thank you so much!

You’re amazing, Coach!”

They parted with exaggerated warmth.

Like a bond unusually strong, glowing against the sunset.

“Coach… would you have dinner with me?

Just once in a while, say yes, okay?”

“Uh… well…”

Luo You intended to refuse.

She had her little sister-in-law waiting at home for training.

She couldn’t afford to waste precious outside time like this.

But just then, out of the corner of her eye—

At the food street entrance across the road, she spotted them.

Her daughter, Luo Zining.

And Miss Ji Yue.

They had already noticed her.

A sudden idea flashed through her mind.

Simulating it a few times, she lunged decisively to cling onto An Jiu’er’s arm, all syrupy.

“Of course~ Miss, let’s have dinner together!”

“Coach?” An Jiu’er froze.

“Why does your vibe feel suddenly… off?”

A finger pressed against her lips.

“Ahem!” Luo You shook her head.

“Outside gym hours, you don’t need to call me Coach.

Call me Youyou instead.”

“Really?”

“Really, really.”

“Then—Youyou!

Dinner’s on me!”

An Jiu’er, overflowing with enthusiasm, called in a car.

It was a luxury ride in every sense of the word.

She opened the door, ushering Luo You in.

Luo You sat without hesitation, but her stomach sank.

‘Crap.

She’s a rich lady?’

And rich ladies acted in ways no one could predict.

Worse, her original intent—

To let Zining see her charm, show she was popular—

Now felt twisted entirely.

‘From Zining’s eyes, I must look like some dumb sugar baby, tricked into a rich woman’s car!’

“Yinquan. Drive.” An Jiu’er told the driver.

“Understood.”

The driver, also a woman, wore a crisp butler’s uniform.

Easily worth a six-figure salary.

On the other side of the street—

“——”

Luo Zining’s jaw nearly hit the ground.

She’d just seen her old man climb into a luxury car.

“Didn’t expect this.

Seems Youyou has friends like that,” Ji Yue muttered, a bit surprised, though not particularly concerned.

“No way!

That woman must be from the gym!

What’s she scheming this time?!”

“Oh, it’s simple.

Either dinner, or maybe just going out a bit.

What’s there to mind?

After all, they’re both wo—”

Ji Yue bit down on her tongue and swallowed the word.

Given how she herself had behaved in yesterday’s bath, her words rang hollow.

“No!

I’m following them!”

Luo Zining searched around for a spot to transform into Little Red Riding Hood.

Ji Yue grabbed her arm.

“You’re worried they’ll… develop something romantic?”

“Exactly!

I’m super worried!”

“You’re overthinking it.” Ji Yue frowned.

“This world doesn’t have nearly as much of that as you imagine.

And a powerful family’s young lady?

No way her clan would ever allow it.”

“You don’t get it!”

Luo Zining shook her head furiously.

Her worries were on a different wavelength.

Unlike Ji Yue, she knew her dad’s true nature.

He must be stringing along this rich heiress for money.

Fine, all well and good—

But once she found out the truth he was hiding?

That rich miss would definitely snap.

Tear off his limbs, blindfold him, and lock him in the basement.

Down there, he’d be turned into a captive play-toy!

Ji Yue sighed as the car disappeared down the road.

“Even if you tried to chase now, you wouldn’t catch up. It’s gone.”

Zining stamped her foot furiously.

She hadn’t even memorized the license plate!

“Tch!”

If that old man came back tonight looking sore and sorely used, she was installing a tracker on her.

Next time, she’d know her every move.

“By the way… weren’t you supposed to report to the branch to study magic today?”

“Ah!”

Zining froze.

She’d completely forgotten.

Even if she wanted to keep an eye on that old geezer, her own duties came first.

“Auntie, I’ll head over now.

You stroll around on your own!”

“Alright.”

Once Zining left, Ji Yue quietly opened her phone and dialed a number.

“Hello?

Help me run a check.

A Rolls Royce in Huanhai City, the plate starts with Hua.

Yes.

I want everything you can tell me.

Payment as usual—I’ll transfer later.”