Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 1345 - 588 Eight-Pack Abs, Envious? Naturally Gifted!_3

Chapter 1345: Chapter 588 Eight-Pack Abs, Envious? Naturally Gifted!_3

Peanut Butter envied others; she hadn’t gone back to school after graduating high school.

Not wanting to do regular work and being a fan of 二次元, she started posting dance videos and livestreaming on Bilibili. With her figure, she carved out a modest niche for herself.

Peanut Butter’s looks weren’t on par with Gu Qingqiu, or even Su Manni, but on Bilibili, being pretty is a plus—what’s more important is being cute, playful, calling people "Big Brother," and locking in a steady fan base.

At least it’s not as competitive as the Seafood Platform or certain short-video apps.

Of course, Peanut Butter’s greatest advantage was Xiong Da.

Su Manni glanced at Peanut Butter, a smirk tugging at her lips.

Seriously?

A trash fish!

"Thanks!"

Tang Keke thanked the person who let her out, then stared blankly around her. Seeing so many strangers made her nervous, until her eyes landed on Lin Baici and Peanut Butter.

"Peanut? Big Cousin?"

Tang Keke’s face lit up as she dashed over with her short little legs.

"Keke!"

Peanut Butter hugged her bestie excitedly.

The two girls exchanged a few words before the conversation inevitably shifted to Lin Baici.

Tang Keke sneaked glances at Lin Baici’s physique, visibly stunned.

What the...

This guy is way too ripped!

"See that? If Big Cousin gets a girlfriend with your body type, he’d probably just stay in bed with you ’til kingdom come—believe me or not?"

Peanut Butter quipped.

"Why can’t you be with me instead?"

Tang Keke shot back playfully, pretending to look pure and innocent.

"Wow, you cheeky little flirt."

Peanut Butter rolled her eyes.

"Keke!"

Lin Baici greeted her proactively. Shame he didn’t have his phone handy—otherwise he’d have snapped a picture and sent it to his childhood buddy. That guy would’ve been green with envy.

After all, this girl had been his motivational fuel back in his senior year of high school.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Suddenly, the cold storage unit near Tang Keke emitted muffled sounds. Startled like a frightened bunny, she leapt toward Lin Baici and clung to his arm.

"B-Big Cousin!"

Tang Keke stammered in fright.

Lin Baici stepped forward and yanked open the cold storage unit.

When the corpse bag’s occupant was revealed, Lin Baici raised a brow.

It was Big Sweet Sister.

"Big Sweet Sister?"

Su Manni had always aspired to be a top-tier anchor on the Seafood Platform, so she had kept tabs on Big Sweet Sister, even trying to imitate her makeup and style—though all attempts had failed.

On a regular day, Su Manni would have jumped at the chance to learn from her, maybe ask for some success tips. But now?

Sorry,

Survival comes first!

"Big Cousin?"

Big Sweet Sister, whose emotional intelligence was off the charts and acting skills superb, instantly moved in close, wrapping her arms around Lin Baici’s neck.

The scene sent the three other girls’ impressions of her plummeting.

Damn!

So many men, and you just had to cling to Big Cousin?

Let him go,

Or we’ll chop your hands off.

Of course, that was just their inner rant—they didn’t dare act on it.

Big Sweet Sister’s move also caught the attention of everyone else in the morgue.

And why wouldn’t it? Lin Baici’s corner had the prettiest girls, especially a stunner like Su Manni who looked dazzling even in lingerie.

What man wouldn’t feel mesmerized? Not sneaking a few more glances seemed almost disrespectful to their testosterone.

"Brother Lin, aren’t you seeing this? Strolling out with me like this would be a flex!"

Su Manni sidled up to Lin Baici, flashing a smug grin.

Big Sweet Sister, standing so close, obviously overheard and couldn’t resist throwing a dark look toward Su Manni.

What’s going on?

A girl of this caliber—is she really stooping so low, practically worshipping this guy?

Clearly there’s something valuable about Big Cousin that warrants envy.

Is it his physique?

Or his wealth?

Given Lin Baici’s young age, power was unlikely.

"Big Cousin, what’s happening right now?"

Big Sweet Sister got off the ground. The moment she realized she’d been inside a cold storage unit, she was overcome with disgust and started dry-heaving.

Ugh!

She retched out a bit of stomach acid, splattering it onto the floor.

Peanut Butter and Tang Keke immediately backed away.

"Can you not?! That’s disgusting!"

Su Manni squealed, as some of the acidic splatter hit her foot.

Wait a sec!

Su Manni’s eyes latched onto a glaring detail: "Why are YOU wearing shoes?"

Her comment drew several curious gazes.

No kidding.

Among the twenty-nine people present, everyone—male or female—was clad in nothing but lingerie with a name tag dangling from their right wrist.

Except for Big Sweet Sister, who wore over-the-knee boots atop her purple lingerie set.

"Holy cow, this woman’s legs are longer than my life!"

Zheng Yu Huang marveled, greedily soaking in the view.

Big Sweet Sister sported wine-red hair cascading down her back, full lips coated in CL-brand crimson lipstick, and vividly colorful eyeshadow. She was absolutely eye-catching.

"Yeah, why are you the only one wearing boots?"

"Are those boots hiding something important?"

"They might hold clues about how to get out of here!"

Several people began inching closer, while two analytical types darted straight for the corpse bag and cold storage unit that had held Big Sweet Sister.

Though Big Sweet Sister was used to outdoor broadcasts and public attention, strutting around in lingerie and boots was a novel experience, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable. She instinctively covered herself and ducked behind Lin Baici.

"Stop staring! Get lost!"

Lin Baici barked.

Some people, intimidated by Lin Baici’s solid build, hesitated and stepped back. But others remained defiant.

"Whose pants didn’t hold tight and let you slip out?"

The provocative jab shot straight into Lin Baici’s ears.

Lin Baici turned to face the source.

A towering man standing at 1.8 meters, with broad shoulders, a powerful chest, and bulked thighs, shoved others aside as he marched up.

"Big Cousin, isn’t it?"

The man—Batu—halted in front of Lin Baici. He originally intended to loom over him, asserting dominance, but Lin Baici was taller. Batu had no choice but to tilt his head upward to meet his gaze.