Pale Requiem: Transformed into a Girl

Chapter 36: God’s Eye

Bai Lengci’s dazzling and overwhelming performance left the people in the bar utterly stunned.

Without a doubt, her flair bartending had already become the highlight performance of the bar.

Of course, all of this was only natural.

For an ordinary bartender, being able to smoothly manipulate two or three bottles already counted as skilled.

The very top experts might be able to handle four or five at the same time.

But with Bai Lengci’s inhuman reflexes and bodily control, as long as there was enough space behind the bar, controlling even more tools simultaneously was not difficult at all.

Of course, she deliberately restrained herself within the range of “a human top expert with a bit of spare ability.” Even so, it was already enough to shock the entire audience.

One had to know that what she imitated were the moves from the video of a world-class bartending champion.

A performance of this level was rare even in top bars of first-tier cities, let alone in Jiangcheng.

Precise, dazzling, yet without any trace of superfluous or pandering exaggeration.

It fit her aloof persona perfectly.

Exquisite skills, unmatched beauty, and a perfectly crafted image—there was no way she could avoid becoming famous.

Yan Junzhu wasn’t particularly interested in this kind of performance.

To her, it was just like watching a cleverly choreographed act—something to appreciate and then leave behind.

But Xiao Ran was completely different.

She was a die-hard appearance enthusiast with a collector’s obsession, possessing an extraordinary passion and possessiveness for people and objects of ultimate beauty.

In her home, she even had a special room dedicated to storing all the “beautiful” things she had collected.

Art pieces, limited-edition dolls, uniquely designed furniture...

For those who were beautiful to the point of exceeding normal standards, Xiao Ran had almost no resistance at all.

In her eyes, good-looking people were themselves proof of the Creator’s favoritism, walking works of art.

They often could easily obtain kindness, tolerance, and opportunities that others could never reach simply by virtue of their appearance.

The pressures of the environment were naturally far lighter for them.

Precisely because of this, she preferred to make friends with such people.

Not only pleasing to the eye, but it usually also meant a more comfortable and less troublesome social experience.

And the bartender before her, named Aria, was without a doubt one of the beings who best fit her definition of ultimate beauty.

Finally, Bai Lengci ended the performance with a clean, crisp glass-flipping move.

When she took the stack of specific orders handed over by the waiter, the guests seemed to awaken from a dream, erupting into enthusiastic applause and whistles.

Many placed extra tips onto the trays passed around by the waiters.

Some bold guests even raised their phones, wanting to take photos with her.

But Bai Lengci refused them all with just a simple shake of her head.

Seeing Bai Lengci finish her performance, Yan Junzhu spoke.

“We can go now, right?”

“Zhuzhu, let’s order a drink she makes, okay? Just one! I’ve never had a drink made by her yet.”

Yan Junzhu never refused any request from this best friend.

“Alright, just one. But after we finish, we really should go.”

After Bai Lengci handled the sudden surge of designated orders from her performance, Xiao Ran immediately sat down on the barstool right in front of her.

Smiling sweetly like a blooming flower, Xiao Ran leaned on the bar, resting her chin on her hands, and admired Bai Lengci’s face as she spoke.

“Hi, little beauty, I want to order a drink~”

Bai Lengci lifted her gaze and glanced at her.

She said nothing, only pushing a menu in front of Xiao Ran.

Xiao Ran didn’t even look at the menu.

Instead, she smoothly slipped off the small jacket she wore, draping it casually over the stool beside her, revealing the silky camisole underneath.

Leaning forward slightly, her smile carried a hint of mischief and natural allure.

“I won’t bother with the menu. Look at me, big sister... what kind of drink suits me? Recommend one, will you?”

Men looking at women valued one thing—

A feeling.

And what was that feeling?

It was visual impact.

At this moment, Xiao Ran, having taken off her jacket, undoubtedly carried a very strong visual impact.

For an ordinary man, his gaze would likely have instantly locked onto the lush curves of her chest, drawn in by the unique fullness of femininity.

However, under Bai Lengci’s “God’s Eye,” the details she captured were far more objective.

Xiao Ran wasn’t wearing a bra.

She relied entirely on her body’s superior elasticity and firmness to defy the pull of gravity.

This judgment instantly formed in Bai Lengci’s mind.

It wasn’t born of any prying intent, but purely a physical analysis derived from the fabric’s stress patterns, body support points, and natural oscillation amplitude.

The last time Bai Lengci had calculated at home, Xiao Ran was about a D.

But after this stricter calculation by her brain now—

The visual estimation placed the volume around the D~E range, far surpassing the average development of women her age.

Because she wore no internal support, the natural fluctuations of her contour matched perfectly with the fluid dynamics and soft tissue kinematics of her movements.

The estimated peak acceleration and deceleration values were...

Excellent structure, balanced load, with a form that matched the aesthetics of high-tension hydrostatics.

Alright.

If one were not to put it in physical terms, then simply: soft, bouncy, big...

Of course, such a blunt description would strip away the beauty of words.

If Bai Lengci were to describe it—

It was not temptation, but more like a “creation” worthy of study.

Its form was by no means ordinary.

It was not simply large, but as though it strictly adhered to a nearly perfect geometric aesthetic.

One fraction more and it would be bulky, one fraction less and it would lose its fullness.

The position of the peak was placed with absolute precision, outlining a proudly lifted curve.

With each subtle breath and movement, it revealed an extreme softness yet an elastic dynamism, pleasing to the eye.

There were only two words to describe it.

Perfect.

And this perfection had already surpassed the simple evaluation of being “flawless.”

It was more like a 3D model of a goddess character for a fantasy game, crafted painstakingly by a top artist.

The kind of model that could be directly exported as a final rendering template for a commercial game, transcending reality in its perfection.

If forced to describe it with words, it was the ultimate distilled form of “soft, bouncy, big”—those crude sensory descriptors refined to their very peak.

A perfection that combined both overwhelming visual impact and the imagined ultimate tactile sensation.

Of course, even though the author wasted so many words, spending several minutes for the audience to savor the beauty of Miss Xiao Ran’s body and chest—

For Bai Lengci, it was only a matter of one or two seconds.