Indeed, Looking Quite Good

“Heh-heh, you’re not going to do it for me? Fine, I’ll do it myself.”

Before long, the same young man from earlier came over carrying a wooden tray. On it were a cup of green tea, two sugar cubes, a glass of plain water, a portion of ice cubes, and a small cup of espresso.

“Hello, sir,” the young man said, bending down as he placed everything on the table in front of Su Yang.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Oh, right. I don’t need the sugar. You can take it back.”

“Sugar tastes great in green tea.”

“Put it in the tea?” Su Yang asked, stunned.

“That’s right.” The young man smiled faintly.

“Uh… cultural differences really are something. Anyway, no thanks. I prefer my tea unsweetened.”

“All right.” The young man picked up the sugar cubes and prepared to leave.

Before he could go, however, Su Yang picked up the ice on the table and poured it into the glass of water. He then poured the espresso in as well.

The young man’s eyes widened, and he froze. “This…”

Su Yang smiled, picked up the spoon beside the teacup, and stirred the drink before looking at him. “Now it’s an Americano.”

“Uh… please enjoy your drink.”

If he hadn’t noticed the Patek Philippe on Su Yang’s wrist, he would have rolled his eyes.

After the young man left, Su Yang took a sip of the coffee and nodded. “Mmm, that’s the stuff!”

He didn’t care what other people thought. Drinking Americanos in Europe was considered a waste of good coffee by the locals. Some might even feel that anyone who drank Americanos didn’t deserve to drink coffee.

But Su Yang couldn’t care less. He drank whatever made him comfortable.

To him, an iced Americano was no different from an iced Coke—refreshing and satisfying. Besides, it wasn’t some particularly high-end beverage. Why make such a fuss over different ways of drinking it? People could drink it however they liked.

After taking a couple more sips, Su Yang pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Smoking was allowed in this part of the tea bar. There weren’t many customers around, so he had chosen a seat by the window.

From there, he could see the nearby street through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Sunlight streamed through the gaps between the lush green leaves, creating a pleasant view that lifted his spirits.

[Ding! The system has detected that the host is relaxed and thoroughly enjoying himself. Reward: five million yuan and one attribute-point card.]

—Whoa, the rewards have been coming pretty frequently lately. How many attribute-point cards do I have now?

[Five.]

—Five already? Then bring up my current status panel. Just show me the basic information.

[Host: Su Yang]

[Age: 24]

[Height: 180 cm]

[Weight: 78 kg]

[Looks: 90]

[Physique: 97]

[Build: 90]

[Charm: 95]

[Combat Power: Class A, 88]

Staring at the various attributes on the virtual screen before him, Su Yang thought, ‘Other than height and weight, everything else can be increased with points. I have five cards now. What should I upgrade?’

‘There’s no need to increase combat power for the time being. I’m not playing some high-level martial arts game. My physique is already excellent, so that doesn’t need improving either.’

‘Hmm. Then I’ll increase my looks and charm.’

—System, use one attribute-point card on Looks and one on Charm.

[Host, please confirm that you wish to use one attribute-point card on each of the Looks and Charm attributes.]

—Confirm.

[Ding! Attribute upgrade successful. Current Looks: 91. Current Charm: 96.]

—Okay. I’ll leave the remaining three for now. I should save a few for Mom and Dad too. I’ll upgrade more after I’ve accumulated a few extra.

The virtual screen disappeared. Su Yang pulled out his phone and opened the front-facing camera to examine his face. He could barely see any difference.

“Why do I feel like I just wasted those cards? Nothing changed.”

“Maybe it’s because I only added one point. Whatever. I’ll leave it at that.”

Just then, a black Rolls-Royce Ghost drove up outside the hotel lobby.

Looking through the spacious floor-to-ceiling windows, Su Yang saw three people get out after the car came to a stop: a male driver and two women.

Of the two women, one was obviously an assistant. She carried a bag and followed the driver to help retrieve the luggage. Su Yang studied the other woman carefully. She had dyed yellow hair and straight bangs covering her forehead.

Her makeup was exquisite, though her skin was not particularly fair. She wore neither sunglasses nor a mask. Her outfit consisted of a gray-and-white, semi-transparent, tight-fitting Louis Vuitton top and a pair of matching wide-leg LV jeans. She was rather slim and about 165 centimeters tall. At that moment, she stood beside the car waiting.

Although Su Yang wasn’t a celebrity chaser, he knew some of the more famous stars and often came across gossip videos about female celebrities online.

He recognized the woman outside the hotel at a glance. She was none other than Lisa, the person Neil had mentioned.

‘Huh, so that’s Lisa. I’ve actually seen a celebrity in person. She really is quite pretty.’

‘Wait, why aren’t there any fans around?’

Su Yang looked around for a while but didn’t spot a single fan near the hotel. It was as if two ordinary tourists had arrived, and no one paid them any attention. He didn’t know whether their itinerary had been kept secret or people in France simply weren’t as enthusiastic about celebrities. In any case, there wasn’t a single fan in sight.

Lisa hadn’t brought many people with her either—just one female assistant.

The assistant dragged two suitcases inside, and the two women followed a hotel employee toward the entrance.

Lisa kept her arms folded the entire time without saying a word. She appeared to be in a poor mood, walking behind her assistant with her head lowered and a blank expression.

At the front desk, the assistant began checking them in while Lisa stood alone behind her, motionless and lost in thought.

The other guests in the hotel paid her no attention. Several women walked right past her without even taking a second look.

“Hey, it seems foreigners really aren’t that interested in celebrities. If this were China, Japan, or Korea, those crazy fans would probably have rushed over to ask for autographs by now.”

“Wait, no. If they don’t care about celebrities, then why were there so many people here this morning?”

“I don’t get it.”

As he was thinking this, Lisa turned and looked in his direction.

The tea bar wasn’t far from the front desk, and Su Yang’s seat faced that way. When Lisa turned her head, she happened to see him drinking tea.

Though they didn’t make direct eye contact, her eyes shifted unconsciously and her pupils contracted slightly.

Sensing her gaze, Su Yang lowered his teacup and looked up. The moment their eyes met—barely half a second—Lisa turned her head away and continued waiting.

Su Yang smiled faintly and couldn’t be bothered to look again. He didn’t even ask the system to scan her. Lisa was attractive, but her style wasn’t really to his taste.

If she took the initiative to come over and strike up a conversation, he wouldn’t mind getting acquainted. But a celebrity with some international fame generally wouldn’t do something like that.

A few minutes later, Lisa and her assistant finished checking in and followed a hotel employee upstairs.

Su Yang continued reclining on the sofa, leisurely smoking and sipping his tea. It was 12:10 p.m. At that moment, another commotion came from outside the hotel entrance.

Another Ghost pulled up to the front door. It was probably another celebrity.

Su Yang looked over curiously. “Who will it be this time? Zendaya or Chen Xiaolan? If it’s Zendaya, I could go up and ask for a photo. After all, she’s Spider-Man’s girlfriend. Wait, her girlfriend’s here—will Spider-Man himself be coming too?”

Just as they were talking, the car door opened, and a tall, long-legged girl stepped out.

When Su Yang caught sight of those long, fair legs in the distance, he immediately sat up straight and took a closer look.

The girl had long, slightly wavy black hair. She wore a white cropped T-shirt that revealed her midriff, paired with a white layered miniskirt. On her feet were brown sneakers and white scrunched socks.

She was stunningly beautiful, and everything about her gave off the air of a wealthy young heiress—like a princess.

“Holy crap! Isn’t that… what’s-her-name? Zendaya?”

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