Squeezing back to the window, Lin Yu suddenly found the red supercar parked right in front of the school gate even more dazzling than before.
Perhaps this was the allure of money.
After staring at it for a while, the novelty eventually wore off. Lin Yu slung his single-strap backpack over his shoulder and headed downstairs, ready to go home and do what a student was supposed to do.
And what was a student supposed to do after school?
Of course, it was to tackle that damned homework!
Damn it all!
Lin Yu gritted his teeth in frustration.
Who on earth invented homework anyway?
You already take up the entire day—isn’t that enough for you?
Now you want the night too?
You monsters!
Do you even let people sleep?
Grumbling under his breath, he left the school building, crossed the playground, and arrived at the bicycle shed.
Rounding the corner, Lin Yu reached the front gate of No. 3 High School.
Like everyone else leaving campus, his gaze was instantly glued to that eye-catching red supercar the moment he stepped out.
Mingling among the crowd of students, Lin Yu walked slowly, studying the car intently.
After a thorough inspection, he nodded to himself.
Gotta admit—it looked even cooler up close.
But eight figures...
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Lin Yu clicked his tongue and shook his head.
With that kind of money, you could do so much better. Buying this thing? Might as well stash it all in the bank and live off the interest for life.
Damn it!
Where do these people even get so much cash?
Lin Yu felt a surge of irritation.
As a transmigrator, shouldn’t he be the protagonist of this world?
Yet here he was, stuck in this sorry state—broke, with even his future college tuition needing to be scraped together.
How infuriating!
Why couldn’t he have transmigrated into one of those power-fantasy novels?
Even being a dumb, rich, simp villain would’ve been better!
There were so many of those stories!
But no, he had to end up in this trashy adult comic.
Unfair!
Unfair!
I demand a re-transmigration!
Lost in his unrealistic daydreams, Lin Yu was snapped back to reality by a sharp series of car honks.
Turning toward the source, he frowned as the blaring noise from the red supercar assaulted his ears. What was the driver’s problem?
Under the collective gaze of Lin Yu and the other students, the deafening honks abruptly stopped. The supercar’s obsidian-black window slowly rolled down, revealing a face so stunningly beautiful it almost seemed unreal.
In an instant, the noisy crowd fell silent.
The school gate was now filled only with sharp intakes of breath and hushed murmurs of awe.
A luxury car and a breathtaking beauty—wherever they appeared, they were bound to draw attention.
And this was no exception.
The car was beyond extravagant, and the woman was so gorgeous it felt surreal.
As the window lowered, many instinctively stopped in their tracks, staring dumbfounded at the scene before them.
Lin Yu was no exception.
But unlike the starry-eyed students around him, his expression was one of sheer disbelief.
Oh, come on!
It’s that insufferable woman?!
Inside the car, the cold-faced beauty remained utterly unbothered by the swarm of gazes, her demeanor as icy as ever.
She lifted her slender hand from the steering wheel and rested it on the window frame, then curled a finger in Lin Yu’s direction.
The gesture sent a ripple of excitement through the crowd.
People around Lin Yu exchanged glances, their eyes wide with shock and hope—Could it be me? Is she calling for me?
Their eagerness was almost comical, their enthusiasm surpassing even that of an excited puppy.
Meanwhile, the one actually being summoned—Lin Yu—wished he could vanish on the spot.
This was bad.
This third female lead was clearly loaded.
If she held a grudge over that slap and decided to retaliate, he’d be...
Completely defenseless.
Lin Yu’s mood grew heavy.
Seeing her frosty gaze locked onto him, he knew there was no escaping this.
Even if he dodged today, tomorrow was inevitable.
Plus, their legal case wasn’t settled yet. If she wanted, she could have the police summon him anytime.
Resigned, Lin Yu took a deep breath and stepped forward, ignoring the stunned expressions around him as he strode toward the car.
"What do you want?"
Lin Yu stopped by the window, forcing his voice to stay calm despite the unease gnawing at him.
The third female lead said nothing at first. She studied him for a long moment before finally parting her red lips.
"Get in."
"We’re not close."
"Whatever you have to say, say it here."
Lin Yu refused without hesitation.
Was she kidding?
Go with her?
What if the next stop was some deserted outskirts, with three or four burly men ready to bury him in a ditch?
Sure, he wasn’t thrilled with this transmigrated world or his role in it.
But a miserable life was still better than an early grave.
He was too young to die like this!
Internally panicking, Lin Yu maintained a cool, slightly aloof expression.
He expected her to threaten him with the case or outright lose her temper.
But to his surprise, she simply gave him another icy look before lowering her head and rummaging through her bag.
She was... unexpectedly cooperative.
A moment later, her flawless hand—so pale and smooth even her knuckles seemed wrinkle-free—reappeared from the window.
This time, between her fingers was a thin, golden bank card.
Lin Yu exhaled in relief.
Good.
Seemed like she wasn’t holding that night against him after all.
Relaxing slightly, he eyed the card.
The meaning was obvious.
With a car like this, she clearly didn’t need his pocket change.
So the only reason she’d hand him this card was...
She was giving him money.
Was this her way of thanking him for waking her up that night?
Shaking his head, Lin Yu declined.
"Keep the money."
"I already told you that night—we’re even."
"Sure, you tased me twice afterward, but I’m magnanimous. I won’t hold it against you."
"Just don’t come looking for me again—"
Before he could finish, the third female lead spoke, her voice slightly husky.
"There’s 300,000 in this card."
"To be honest, I’ve been reflecting these past few days."
"What I did that night... wasn’t right."
"No matter what, I shouldn’t have treated a girl like that."
"Especially for a stunning beauty like you, one who could topple cities and kingdoms with just a glance."
Lin Yu's attitude shifted with seamless smoothness, his previously indifferent expression instantly warming into one of eager attentiveness. A faint, gentle smile played at his lips, as if the cold, sharp-tongued man from moments ago had never existed.
Even as he spoke, Lin Yu's hands were far from idle. He raised his arm, reaching toward the slender bank card lying between them.
Just as his fingers were about to brush against the card, the third female lead spoke up, her voice cool and deliberate as she added:
"This is the money to keep you as my lover."
His outstretched hand froze mid-air, as if halted by some enchanted pocket watch, stopping just a centimeter short of the card.
Lin Yu blinked, staring at the third female lead’s flawlessly beautiful yet icy face, half-convinced his ears had deceived him.
"Uh…"
"What did you just say?"
"I didn’t catch that. Could you repeat it?"
Struggling to maintain his smile, he asked with forced sincerity.
The third female lead didn’t refuse. Her gaze locked onto his as her crimson lips parted, enunciating each word with deliberate clarity.
"I said, this is the money to keep you as my lover. Six months. Three hundred thousand."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
