"Zilin the Car Enthusiast?" Su Yang repeated the name and shook his head.
"Haven't come across her. I’ll look her up later when I have time. But having 800,000 followers is already impressive. You want to film, right? Go ahead."
Zilin, seeing Su Yang’s agreement, smiled happily. "I might need your help, handsome."
"How so?"
"It’s not just about taking a few still photos."
Su Yang raised an eyebrow playfully. "What do you mean? Are there... less-than-innocent ways to shoot?"
"Uh, no! I haven’t finished yet. I need you to drive the car while I film it from another vehicle."
"Oh, got it. But I’m a bit busy right now. If you don’t mind waiting a few minutes?"
"Sure, no rush~" Zilin chuckled, her eyes lingering on Su Yang.
Su Yang nodded. "Alright, show your live audience the car first. I’ll be back."
With that, he headed toward the LV store.
Meanwhile, Zilin’s livestream viewership had surged from 2,000 to over 5,000.
Comments flooded the screen:
"Zilin, show us the interior!"
"Zilin, let’s see the side profile!"
"Zilin, give us a look at the taillights!"
"Zilin, headlights please!"
...
Su Yang pushed open the LV door, where a sales associate—Little Zhao, the same one he’d met when picking up Lu Yun before—greeted him.
Little Zhao froze for a second before beaming. "Su... Yang?"
"You are... Wait, what was your name again?"
"Just call me Little Zhao."
"Right, Little Zhao. Nice to see you. Where’s Lu Yun?"
"Lu Yun? She quit. Didn’t you know?"
"Huh?" Su Yang was stunned. He had no idea Lu Yun had left.
"When did this happen?" he asked.
Little Zhao found it odd. To her, Su Yang was clearly Lu Yun’s boyfriend—how could he not know? But she didn’t pry.
"About three days ago. She said something urgent came up at home and left in a hurry."
"Three days ago?" Su Yang thought back. He’d been in Lucheng then.
Maybe that’s why Lu Yun hadn’t told him. But why hadn’t she replied to his messages?
"Do you know why she left?"
Little Zhao shook her head. "No idea. She rushed through the paperwork and was gone the same day."
Su Yang sighed. "Alright, since she’s not here, I won’t stick around. I’ll come back when I need something."
Little Zhao smiled. "Sure! Oh, Mr. Su, can I add you on WeChat? I can let you know about new arrivals in advance."
Su Yang grinned and pulled out his phone. "Of course. But don’t call me ‘Mr. Su.’ Just ‘Su Yang’ is fine. Or ‘Su-ge,’ since you’re younger. Anything but ‘Mr. Su.’"
Little Zhao laughed. "Got it, Su-ge."
"What’s your full name?"
"Zhao Yuhan."
"Zhao Yuhan. Got it."
After exchanging contacts, Su Yang left.
To him, Zhao Yuhan wasn’t stunning enough to meet his "binding" criteria, but she was still a solid option—perfect for casual fun.
After all, there was no conflict between enjoying rewards and building rapport.
—System, scan Zhao Yuhan.
[Zhao Yuhan, Age: 22]
[Height: 166cm]
[Weight: 54kg]
[Looks: 84]
[Figure: 86]
[Relationships: 2, Single]
—Damn, she’s that pretty? Just one point shy of binding.
—Not bad. I underestimated her.
By the time Su Yang returned to the street, Zilin was still there—along with three male streamers and a crowd filming his McLaren Senna.
The streamers greeted him eagerly:
"Bro, your car is next-level!"
"Yeah, it’s a masterpiece!"
Su Yang smiled. "Thanks. You all done? I’m about to head out."
Zilin hurried over. "Hey, handsome, I’m not finished yet."
Su Yang turned. "I know. You wanted rolling shots, right? Where’s your car?"
Zilin pointed to a gray-black Tesla Model 3 parked nearby. "Over there. My friend’s bringing it around."
Two minutes later, the Tesla pulled up. Su Yang glanced inside.
The driver was a bombshell—on par with Yang Yuwei.
From the side, her "assets" practically rested on the steering wheel. She wore a red fitted tee, had chestnut hair, and a sharp profile.
Su Yang’s eyes lit up. Automatic scan activated.
The girl turned, flashing him a smile.
Zilin climbed into the passenger seat. "Handsome, we’re ready! Just follow us. Won’t take more than half an hour."
Su Yang snapped out of it. "Got it."
He yanked open the Senna’s butterfly doors. Onlookers gasped, phones raised.
"Damn!"
"Bro, can you rev it?"
Su Yang obliged. He fired up the engine, shifted to neutral, and stomped the gas.
VROOM!! BANG-BANG-BANG.
The Senna roared, backfiring violently.
"Legendary!! Absolute legend!!"
Under the crowd’s awestruck gaze, the two cars sped off.
Su Yang trailed the Tesla through winding roads until they reached a quieter stretch.
The Tesla slowed, pulling alongside. Zilin leaned out with a professional camera.
"Handsome, we’ll film here. When I wave, floor it and overtake us!"
"Overtake you?"
"Yeah!"
"Well, that’s a first. Never heard such a straightforward request."
Zilin blushed. "Ugh, you’re the worst! I meant pass us in the car!"
Su Yang smirked. "Pass both of you? Now that’s ambitious."
Zilin rolled her eyes, laughing. "You’re impossible. Let’s go!"
She signaled the driver—"Big G"—to accelerate. The Tesla surged ahead. Su Yang held position behind them.
Seconds later, Zilin’s hand shot out the window.
Su Yang slammed the pedal. The tachometer needle whipped to 8,000 RPM as the Senna screamed past.
"WOO!! That was epic!"
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
