Liu Muye's personal ride, a Koenigsegg, was parked by the roadside near the school's administration building, already drawing a crowd of students.
As an elite institution, Sylia Business School had no shortage of wealthy young masters and mistresses. Cars worth over a million were a common sight on campus, but those in the tens of millions were still relatively rare.
Even among the rich, there were hierarchies. The average wealthy person reinvested their money to make more. Only top-tier families like the Nangong Family and the Liu Family, with fortunes so vast they couldn’t possibly spend it all, would drop tens of millions on a "big toy" for their children.
Nangong Ye was the male lead in Liu Muye’s story, and the Nangong Family was unquestionably the wealthiest in the narrative. Below them were the Four Great Families of Shangjing City, with the Shangguan Family being one of them. Further down were various minor families, which Liu Muye had originally created just to highlight how overpowered the male lead’s family was.
As for the Liu Family, Liu Muye wasn’t entirely sure where they stood in the hierarchy. After all, they hadn’t even been part of his initial worldbuilding.
Or, to put it another way, Sylia Business School itself was like a glitch in the system—even the most overpowered male lead in the story had to obediently attend classes here. If that wasn’t a bug, what was? It was completely broken!
Lost in thought, Liu Muye walked toward the crowd.
"Mind making some room?" he said casually.
"Huh?"
The onlookers turned to look at him.
One guy, holding his girlfriend’s hand, asked, "Bro, is this your car?"
"Yep."
"Sick!" The guy gave a thumbs-up.
"Thanks."
Liu Muye smiled and nodded.
"How much does it cost?"
"No idea. Tens of millions, probably."
Liu Muye replied nonchalantly, then pulled out his key, unlocked the door, and slid into the driver’s seat.
The guy’s girlfriend immediately brightened up and leaned in. "Hey, handsome, can I sit inside and take a pic?"
Liu Muye frowned at her. "Not a good idea."
"Oh, it’s fine. I barely know him anyway," she said, shoving the guy who’d just spoken to Liu Muye aside and reaching for the door handle.
But the door was locked, and she couldn’t open it.
The guy instantly confronted her. "What the hell? You said you’d be with me!"
The girl retorted, "Who said that?"
Confused, he shot back, "You literally accepted my gifts and said you’d be with me!"
She rolled her eyes. "I told you yesterday I still needed time to prepare. Relationships don’t just happen overnight. You can’t rush these things!"
"Then why’d you say you barely know me just now?" He pointed at her accusingly. "Why are you so desperate to distance yourself?"
She scoffed. "Until we’re officially together, we’re not that close, okay? There’s nothing wrong with what I said. Who told you accepting gifts means—"
"VROOM—!"
"Ahh!"
Before she could finish, Liu Muye, who’d had enough of the drama, revved the engine in neutral. The deafening roar startled the girl.
Liu Muye looked at the guy. "Dude, she’s made herself clear. Still simping? Just move on—there’s better out there."
"Thanks, man. At least now I see her for who she really is," the guy said gratefully.
"No problem!"
With that, Liu Muye drove off in style.
That guy reminded him of a college roommate he’d once had—a decent guy who’d barely scraped by on his own meager allowance but still lent money to Liu Muye when he was broke.
Sadly, that roommate later fell for a gold-digger. On a monthly allowance of just over a thousand, he pinched pennies to buy her designer clothes, bags, and the latest phones while working grueling day jobs, surviving on nothing but steamed buns and tap water. Every cent he earned went to her.
In the end, she cheated on him with some balding guy who drove a Mercedes. The roommate was so heartbroken he nearly hanged himself. It took Liu Muye and two other roommates an entire night to talk him down.
But honestly, the guy was kind of an idiot—why choose to be a simp? Simps die miserable deaths, boys. Don’t follow his example.
Liu Muye hadn’t driven far from the administration building when he spotted Han Juyou walking out of the library, arms full of books.
That graceful silhouette—he recognized her instantly. No mistaking it.
He slowed down and steered toward her.
Just as he was about to reach her, two figures suddenly appeared beside his car.
"Hey hey, Class President Liu! It really is you!"
"President, your car is so cool!"
"Sun Zihan? Zhang Ning?" Liu Muye frowned once he recognized them.
He didn’t stop, keeping the car idling forward.
Sun Zihan beamed, matching the car’s pace. "Wow, President, you actually remember us? We’re honored!"
Beside her, Zhang Ning strutted alongside the car, batting her lashes. "President, can we hop in for a ride?"
Liu Muye smirked. "Sorry, this junk only has two seats. Can’t fit three."
Sun Zihan quickly cut in, "Then just take me!"
Zhang Ning instantly scowled. "Why you? I asked first!"
"Aren’t you into Nangong Ye? Why compete with me for the president?"
"Even if I don’t, he still wouldn’t like you."
"You two keep fighting. I’m out."
Liu Muye couldn’t be bothered with their catfight. He floored it and left them in the dust.
Soon, he caught up to Han Juyou, who was already far ahead.
Liu Muye waved at her. "Hey, gorgeous. Wanna go for a spin?"
Han Juyou recognized his car, so she wasn’t too surprised. "Didn’t you say you couldn’t afford gas? Why’s the car out again?"
Liu Muye raised a brow. "Dad unfroze my accounts. I’m rich again."
"No wonder," Han Juyou teased. "The sky’s clear, the rain’s stopped, and now you think you’re hot stuff again, huh?"
For some reason, hearing about Liu Muye’s financial revival made her mood dip.
Maybe it was because these past three days, walking to class together, heading to the cafeteria, eating cheap fast food—it had all given her the illusion that Liu Muye was just an ordinary guy like her.
But now, that illusion shattered. She suddenly remembered: Liu Muye was wealthy. The entire Sylia Business School belonged to his family. How could he ever be as ordinary as her?
Liu Muye patted the car door. "Come on, hop in. Let’s go for a drive."
Hiding her disappointment, Han Juyou shook her head. "No thanks. The dorm’s just ahead. I’ll walk."
"It's still early—why go back to the dorm? Come on, I’ll take you for a ride," Liu Muye said, oblivious to the subtle shift in Han Juyou's mood, patting the car door impatiently. "Get in."
"Really, no thanks. I need to go back and work on my novel!"
Han Juyou quickened her pace, heading straight for the residential area.
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Liu Muye stared at Han Juyou, who had practically bolted away, a huge question mark popping up in his head.
Who pissed her off this time?
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he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
