After waiting for two minutes, Pan Ning finally replied.
Grass: Long story short, I’m planning to go camping at Yunhui Mountain in a couple of days. I added you all to the group to let you know you’re coming with me.
LonelyLikeMe: What? When? Do you not know how busy your big bro is?
Grass: Busy with what?
LonelyLikeMe: I—none of your business! I’ve got tons of stuff going on, right, Fatty? @SweepAThousandArmies.
SweepAThousandArmies: Yeah, Brother Meng is super busy. He’s got multiple companies to manage.
Grass: Cut the crap. I’m informing you, not asking for your opinion. Got it?
Su Yang swallowed hard at Pan Ning’s domineering tone.
"This girl’s really something."
WinterSnowflakes: Oh, camping? I’m in! I love that~
NightBug: If my Snow is going, then so am I.
Su Yang glanced at the unfamiliar name and thought, "Snow? Who’s that? Oh, must be Shen Yixue. Then this ‘Bug’ guy must be her boyfriend."
Grass: @GroceryShoppingInASportsCar, what about you?
Su Yang: I’m down. Got nothing else going on anyway.
For Su Yang, anything involving food, drinks, and fun was worth joining. After all, his system was all about enjoyment—the happier he was, the more money he made. So indulging in leisure activities was part of the deal.
Grass: Great. Oh, and by the way—tomorrow at 1 PM, Haicheng International Raceway. Be there~
WinterSnowflakes: Ooooh, what’s this? 🍉 @Grass.
Grass: I challenged Su Yang to a race tomorrow at noon. If you’re free, come watch me destroy him.
NightBug: Whoa, racing? I’m in! But who’s Su Yang?
Grass: Did you not see who I tagged?
NightBug: Oh, my bad. Didn’t notice earlier. By the way, can I sign up too?
Grass: You? Sure, but with your driving skills, you’ll just get humiliated.
NightBug: Hahaha, kidding! I’m a pro.
WinterSnowflakes: Since when?
......
LonelyLikeMe: Speaking of racing, count me in too. I’m the one who booked the venue, after all.
Su Yang: Oh? Brother Meng’s interested too?
LonelyLikeMe: Of course! What guy doesn’t love racing?
Su Yang: Alright, see you all tomorrow then.
LonelyLikeMe: Racing’s fine, but camping...
Grass: What about camping?
LonelyLikeMe: Just feels kinda boring. Can I make a tiny suggestion?
Grass: Go ahead.
LonelyLikeMe: Since we’ve got a decent group, why not go somewhere farther?
Grass: Like where?
LonelyLikeMe: How about Lucheng? It’s been a while since any of us went, right? We could rent a yacht, enjoy the sea breeze, feast on seafood, sip some drinks—way better than getting eaten alive by mosquitoes in the middle of nowhere.
SweepAThousandArmies: I second that! Plus, bikinis? Hell yeah.
NightBug: Preach, Fatty!!
WinterSnowflakes: 🔨
LonelyLikeMe: @GroceryShoppingInASportsCar, Su, what do you think? 😏 Don’t tell me you’d rather go camping with my sister and get mosquito bites?
Su Yang smirked at Meng Wenzhou’s message.
Su Yang: Brother Meng, how could you say that? Camping has its charm, but right now, I’m leaning toward your idea~
Truthfully, he just wanted to see what Pan Ning would look like in a bikini.
LonelyLikeMe: 🐶
Grass: Bunch of perverts!
LonelyLikeMe: Sis, that’s unfair! I only mentioned the sea breeze and drinks. Fatty’s the one who brought up bikinis—not me.
Grass: You’re all the same... Fine, Lucheng it is. But camping isn’t off the table. Next time, we’re going.
LonelyLikeMe: Deal! We’ll go when we’ve got time.
Grass: Alright, now that we’ve settled on the destination, let’s pick a date. When’s good for everyone?
LonelyLikeMe: I’m free anytime. If you all wanna go right now, I’ll start packing.
Grass: 🙄 Weren’t you just ‘super busy’? But suddenly you’ve got time to go ogle girls in Lucheng?
LonelyLikeMe: Uh, well, I’m the boss. I can adjust things. Delaying a few meetings isn’t a big deal.
Grass: Yeah, right.
WinterSnowflakes: Lucheng sounds good. I haven’t seen the ocean in ages.
NightBug: How about we leave tomorrow? A spontaneous trip!
Grass: I’ve got the race with Su Yang tomorrow.
NightBug: It’s at noon, right? We can fly out in the afternoon or evening. @GroceryShoppingInASportsCar, what do you think?
Su Yang: I’m good.
LonelyLikeMe: I’m good.
SweepAThousandArmies: I’m good.
WinterSnowflakes: Me too.
Grass: Fine, if everyone’s on board, we’ll fly tomorrow. @LonelyLikeMe, as a little bonus, you’re covering everyone’s plane tickets.
Grass: Round trip.
LonelyLikeMe: No need to be so formal! Since it was my idea, I’ll cover the hotels too.
SweepAThousandArmies: Damn! Brother Meng, you’re the GOAT!!
NightBug: Brother Meng, you’re a legend!
WinterSnowflakes: Brother Zhou, you’re the best!
Su Yang: Brother Meng, you’re too generous!
......
After that, everyone sent their ID info to Meng Wenzhou. The group chat quieted down after some more casual banter.
Seeing no new messages, Su Yang scrolled through TikTok in bed and eventually dozed off.
The next morning, Su Yang woke up at 11 AM.
Stretching luxuriously on the massive, plush bed in the master bedroom, he exhaled.
"Perfect!"
After a quick yell, he rolled out of bed.
—System, check in.
[Check-in successful. Reward: 50,000.]
Su Yang showered in the ensuite bathroom, then headed to the kitchen to whip up a hearty "brunch."
[Detected host thoroughly enjoying the cooking process. Mood: delighted. Reward: 200,000.]
Once he finished eating, he sprawled on the couch and checked his phone.
A message from Zhao Mengrou, whom he hadn’t spoken to in days, popped up:
"Where’ve you been hiding? Weren’t you supposed to treat me and Xiaoman to dinner after moving?"
Su Yang thought for a moment. He had originally planned to invite Zhao Mengrou, Gu Xiaoman, Lu Yun, and Pan Ning over for dinner that evening, but now he was flying to Lucheng.
He typed back:
"My dear sister, that’ll have to wait. I’m heading to Lucheng tonight with some friends."
"Lucheng? For fun?" Zhao Mengrou replied.
"Yep. Never been before. Lived in ‘Haicheng’ my whole life, but there’s no actual sea here."
"I see. Alright, we’ll do it when you’re back."
Su Yang paused. ‘Wait, why not invite them along? Though, apart from Zhao Mengrou, Gu Xiaoman and Lu Yun probably have work.’
"Mengrou, wanna come to Lucheng with me? 🐶"
After a brief wait, Zhao Mengrou responded:
"What’s there to do?"
"Let's go have some fun~ [dog emoji]"
"Get outta here! What's always on your mind? I can't make it—got stuff going on during the day. Only free at night."
Su Yang chuckled helplessly. "Ah, what a shame. I was thinking of taking you to see the beautiful ocean."
"Been there, don't need you to show me around. [eye roll]"
"Alright then, let's meet up after I'm back."
"That's called hanging out."
"Same difference to me."
"[fist emoji]"
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