Hearing this, Su Yang waved his hand and said, "Hey! No need, no need. I'm just a car enthusiast who got really excited seeing cars that aren't usually seen on the road. There's no need to give me one."
"I'm not joking with you. Pick any car you like in this garage, and you're not limited to just one," Zhuang Yong said boldly.
"I really don't need it, Uncle Zhuang. I have quite a few cars myself, it's just that I don't play around with classic cars. Seeing your vintage collection just gave me a special feeling. Admiring them is enough."
"Haha, alright then."
Zhuang Mengli, who was standing to the side, stepped forward and said, "Do you really not want one? My dad has never made this offer to anyone else, you know. He wouldn't even give me this Enzo when I asked for it."
"Is that so?" Su Yang turned his head and smiled.
"Yeah, I'm not lying to you."
"Haha, I really don't need one. Just admiring them is fine."
"Fine. I can't understand why you'd pass up such a good opportunity." Zhuang Mengli shook her head, twirling her car keys.
Su Yang stepped forward, took out his phone, and took a picture of the 62S, the Arnage, and the Enzo parked together.
Then he looked at Zhuang Yong and asked, "Uncle Zhuang, is it okay if I post this picture on my WeChat Moments?"
"Feel free," Zhuang Yong said nonchalantly.
"Great." After getting permission, Su Yang opened WeChat and uploaded the picture to his Moments with the caption: Had the honor of observing three top-tier classic cars. Can you handle this?
He clicked send.
After posting, he looked at Zhuang Mengli, winked, and smiled, "All done, let's go."
"Okay. Dad, we're leaving now."
"Alright, drive safe."
"Got it. Aren't you confident in my driving skills?"
"I'm just giving you a reminder."
Zhuang Mengli finished speaking and looked at Su Yang. "Let's go, get in."
Seeing this, Su Yang walked straight toward the M8. Zhuang Mengli was taken aback. "How did you know this one was mine?"
"Young people generally prefer performance cars like this."
"You're pretty good at guessing."
"I didn't just guess. It's mainly because Uncle Zhuang's cars are either classic cars or sports cars. If a performance car suddenly appears, it's most likely yours."
"Alright, I'll give you that."
As they spoke, they opened the doors and got into the car.
Vroom! With a roar of the engine, Zhuang Mengli rolled down the window and slowly drove the car out.
Su Yang looked down at Zhuang Yong outside the car and waved. "We're off, Uncle Zhuang."
"Alright, Little Su. See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow."
The garage door connecting to the ground level slowly opened, and Zhuang Mengli stepped on the gas, driving out quickly.
Soon, she drove the car out of the Tianxiang Shuian Villa area. On the way, Su Yang asked, "Where is your own place?"
"Dongpu District, just across the river from the hotel you're staying at."
"Is that so? That close?"
"Yeah, want to come over to my place for a bit?" Zhuang Mengli tilted her head, looked at Su Yang, and smiled.
Su Yang leaned back against his seat and said, "I'll pass. It's late at night, and a lone man and a lone woman together could easily end up doing something by accident. It wouldn't look good."
"Heh? You're actually worried about that?"
"What do you mean?" Su Yang asked in return.
"Hey, don't think I don't know you're always surrounded by beautiful women. Do you remember where we first met?"
"Ganhaizi."
"Exactly. You were watching the meteor shower with a girl, right?" Zhuang Mengli winked and smiled.
Hearing this, Su Yang froze for a moment and immediately thought of the situation back then. Damn! Did she see it?
But I didn't sense anyone nearby at the time. This girl must be bluffing.
"Yeah, is there a problem with me watching a meteor shower with a girl?"
"Watching the meteor shower is fine, but you didn't go back immediately after it ended. Instead, you got in the car and stayed there for at least... an hour or so." Saying this, some R-rated scenes popped into Zhuang Mengli's mind.
With a hint of shyness, she continued, "Don't tell me you two were just sitting in the car discussing your thoughts on the meteor shower. I wouldn't believe that."
Hearing this, Su Yang didn't bother to explain further. It didn't matter anyway. He turned his head and smiled, "Then what do you think we were doing?"
Zhuang Mengli pouted and replied, "What else could you be doing? Even if I haven't eaten pork, I've seen pigs run. I'm not an idiot."
"Haha, I thought you didn't understand. So, do you still want me to go to your place now?"
Zhuang Mengli smiled slightly, "Sure. I don't care about those things at all, and I'm not afraid. Of course, if you really want to do something, it's not impossible..."
"What? Hey, I really can't figure you out. Forget it, just take me back to the hotel."
Zhuang Mengli turned her head and deliberately teased him, "Are you really not going? Many rich, handsome guys pursuing me don't even get the chance to sit in my passenger seat, let alone go to my house. I'm personally inviting you, and you're not going? Could it be that I'm not as pretty as those girlfriends of yours? Or are you just not interested in me? You don't like my type?"
Su Yang rested his head on his hand, glanced at Zhuang Mengli, and said indifferently, "If I really go, don't you back out."
"I won't back out. No matter what happens, only you and I will know. How about it?"
"Damn, you're playing with fire."
"Hehe, I like playing with fire. What are you going to do about it?"
"Then make a U-turn up ahead and go to your place." Su Yang couldn't be bothered to go back and forth with Zhuang Mengli anymore. Since she wasn't afraid, what the hell was he afraid of?
"Uh... you changed your mind just like that?" Zhuang Mengli was stunned.
"I knew it. Now that I actually want to go, you're backing out."
"I'm not backing out. We'll go then, who's afraid of who." Just as Zhuang Mengli finished speaking, a system notification rang in Su Yang's mind.
[Ding. Detected that Zhuang Mengli's favorability toward the host has increased to: 50. Reward: 5 million.]
—Hmm? What's going on?
As he was thinking, Zhuang Mengli flipped the left turn signal, changed to the leftmost lane, and made a smooth U-turn at the intersection before accelerating away with a roar of the engine.
However, this move of hers somehow provoked two cars that were stopped in the straight-ahead lane.
The green light just turned on, and these two cars didn't go straight. Instead, they crossed lanes, made a U-turn, and chased after Zhuang Mengli and Su Yang.
One of the cars was a Jaguar F-TYPE, and the other was an Audi RS3.
The M8 in front was driving at a steady speed and was quickly caught up to by the two cars behind, which kept flashing their headlights.
The two, who had been chatting, both looked in the rearview mirrors.
Su Yang asked, "What's going on? Your enemies?"
Zhuang Mengli rolled her eyes at Su Yang. "What nonsense. It's probably just some street racing punks."
"Street racing punks driving an F-TYPE and an RS3?"
As they were talking, the two cars pulled up simultaneously, one on each side, pulling level with the M8. They honked their horns, signaling them to roll down the windows.
Indifferently, Zhuang Mengli rolled down both the driver's and passenger's windows.
Su Yang tilted his head and looked at the RS3 on his right. A red-haired beauty was sitting in the driver's seat, and the passenger seat was empty.
On the other side, inside the Jaguar, sat a guy in his twenties with some tattoos on his right arm.
"Yo-ho!! Didn't expect it to be a top-tier beauty. And a handsome guy too? Haha," the guy in the Jaguar laughed loudly.
Zhuang Mengli yelled, exasperated, "Is there something wrong with you guys?"
"No, no, no, don't misunderstand, handsome guy and beautiful girl. How about we pull over for a bit?"
"Fine, let's see exactly what you're up to," Zhuang Mengli said. She slammed on the accelerator, surging forward to swiftly change lanes before pulling over to the side of the road.

saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

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.”

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"