On the other side, Su Yang walked ahead, taking out his car keys and pressing the unlock button.
The Aston Martin instantly flashed its lights. The passersby nearby initially didn’t react much, but when they noticed the four stunning women closely following Su Yang, their gazes turned murderous with envy.
The four girls behind him were simply too eye-catching. Any one of them alone would have been a showstopper with their leading-lady looks.
Under such circumstances, it was impossible not to feel jealous. Watching the girls chatting and laughing with Su Yang, most men passing by even felt the urge to rush up and throttle him.
Su Yang, of course, sensed the sharp glares directed at him from all directions. He smirked inwardly, thinking, ‘Is this what it feels like to be the chosen one? Amazing!’
[Ding! Detecting the host’s joyful mood and great enjoyment of others’ envious gazes. Reward: 1 million.]
Keeping a straight face, Su Yang walked to the car door and pulled it open.
Lu Yun and Tang Ziyun naturally took their seats in the back, while Pan Ning turned to Meng Qianyu and said, "You sit with them in the back."
Meng Qianyu nodded and got in.
Though the Aston Martin was a top-tier performance SUV, its rear seating wasn’t cramped. Three girls, each weighing around 100 pounds, fit comfortably without feeling squeezed.
Once everyone was settled, Su Yang stole a glance at the rearview mirror and swallowed hard.
Reflected in the mirror were six slender, fair legs, a sight that instantly caught his attention.
Pan Ning then opened the passenger door and took her seat. Su Yang connected his phone and pulled up the navigation.
"Should we head straight there without stopping?"
"Yeah, there’s nothing interesting along the way. Let’s get there by six—we still need to set up the tents and everything."
Su Yang nodded. "Got it." He turned to the three girls in the back and grinned. "Make sure you buckle up. Even in the back seat, safety first."
"Okay~" The three girls smiled sweetly and obediently fastened their seatbelts.
Seizing the moment, Su Yang quickly checked in his mind:
—System, what’s Meng Qianyu’s current favorability level?
[10]
—A silent increase of 7 points. Not bad. But with only nine days left, the difficulty level’s pretty high.
Su Yang pondered briefly. Once everyone was secured, he slowly pulled the car out.
Setting aside his thoughts for now, he drove a short distance ahead to where Liu Bo’s car was parked. Stopping beside it, he leaned out and called, "What’s taking you guys so long?"
"Waiting for you."
"For me? Alright, I’ll lead the way. Keep up. If anyone needs to stop at a rest area, just shout in the group chat so we can all pull over together."
Liu Bo gave a thumbs-up. "No problem. Ji Bo’s in charge of monitoring the group."
Ji Bo grinned. "Leave it to me."
Su Yang nodded. "Good, let’s move out! Drive safe, everyone!"
After that, he rolled forward to Zhang Ziming’s G-Wagon and exchanged a few quick words with the occupants before hitting the gas and taking the lead.
Liu Bo and Zhang Ziming quickly followed suit.
At 1:40 PM, after topping up the tanks near the highway entrance, the three cars entered the Haicheng West toll station one after another, heading west toward Thousand Leaves Mountain.
Su Yang led the convoy at the front, Zhang Ziming took the middle, and Liu Bo brought up the rear.
This time, Su Yang didn’t immediately leave the two cars behind in a burst of speed. Instead, he maintained a steady pace of 130 km/h throughout the drive.
Since it wasn’t a holiday, the highway was unusually clear, with very little traffic.
Staring at the empty road ahead, Su Yang rubbed his drowsy eyes and switched to a more upbeat song to keep himself alert.
The main reason was that Pan Ning, sitting in the passenger seat, wasn’t engaging in conversation with him. She had dozed off shortly after getting in the car.
The three girls in the back weren’t asleep, but whenever Su Yang tried to chat with them, they responded half-heartedly before quickly returning to their own topics.
They didn’t seem to care whether Su Yang could hear them or not, occasionally bursting into laughter over some private girl-talk.
Su Yang wasn’t particularly interested in their gossip, so he focused on driving.
Just as he was stifling another yawn, a deep, rumbling engine roar echoed from behind.
Hearing the sound, he immediately perked up and glanced at the right-side rearview mirror—but no car appeared. The only vehicles behind him were still Zhang Ziming’s G-Class and Liu Bo’s Navigator.
“Huh? Where’s that sound coming from?”
No sooner had he spoken than the roar grew louder and closer.
He checked the mirror again, and this time, he finally saw what was happening.
Three bikers dressed in black—likely mourning relatives—were speeding toward him on three different motorcycles.
Before he could even identify the bikes, the trio zipped past him in a flash.
“Holy crap!!” Su Yang’s eyes lit up. He glanced at his speedometer: 134 km/h.
For them to overtake him so effortlessly, those bikes had to be doing at least 200.
Instantly energized, Su Yang felt like he’d been injected with adrenaline. “Hold on tight, everyone—I’m speeding up!”
“What’s going on?” The three girls barely had time to react before they were pinned to their seats by the sudden acceleration.
Beside him, Pan Ning slowly opened her eyes. “Take it easy. If you can’t catch up, just let it go.”
Su Yang nodded. “Got it.”
They were on the same wavelength. He knew Pan Ning hadn’t actually been asleep—just resting her eyes.
With the pedal to the metal, the Aston Martin shot forward, leaving the other two cars far behind.
Zhang Ziming had been cruising along just fine when he noticed Su Yang suddenly pick up speed. He turned to Meng Wenzhou in the passenger seat and grinned. “He’s chasing after those three bikes.”
Meng Wenzhou smirked. “Let’s go after them too. This is too boring otherwise.”
“Alright, I’ll give it a shot.” Zhang Ziming accelerated as well, quickly leaving Liu Bo and Ji Bo in the dust.
Ji Bo suddenly yelled, “Bo-ge! Step on it! They’re disappearing on us!”
“I can’t! This thing’s huge, heavy, and packed with luggage—how am I supposed to speed up?”
“Stand on the pedal, then!”
“Even if I flew, I wouldn’t catch them!”
“Ugh, I should’ve brought my M4. I’d smoke those bikers in no time.”
“With your driving skills? Even if you had a Bugatti, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”
......
Meanwhile, after two minutes of relentless pursuit, Su Yang finally caught sight of the three black-clad bikers again.
He accelerated once more, closing the distance.
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
