Holy Shit, Lin Xuan

Lin Xuan walked into classroom 605.

The people in the classroom were stunned.

Was this rich kid really a student in their class?

Shangqing University practiced small-class teaching, with only twenty-eight students per class. Unlike other schools where multiple classes often attended lectures together, sometimes even reaching up to a hundred and fifty students per session, Shangqing University’s specialized courses were mostly conducted within a single class.

A male student couldn’t help but ask curiously, “Classmate, are you sure you’re in the right classroom?”

Lin Xuan replied, “Yes, this is the place.”

“Yao Yao, he must be a transfer student,” Li Siyu guessed.

Qin Ruoyao couldn’t help but smile.

They were actually classmates. It seemed fate really had brought them together. She was determined to win him over!

Lin Xuan walked straight to the seat next to Wang Dahe and sat down.

“Here’s the solution you asked for,” Lin Xuan said, placing a USB drive on Wang Dahe’s desk.

Wang Dahe held the USB drive like a treasure. “You’re amazing! I’ve been racking my brains for three days and couldn’t figure out this piece of code. But you solved it overnight after I sent it to you yesterday,” Wang Dahe marveled.

His buddy’s talent in computers was truly something else.

The other students in the class were shocked.

“Wang Dahe actually knows this rich kid! And they seem really close!”

“This guy drives a Rolls-Royce. His net worth must be at least a billion, right? How does Wang Dahe, a poor guy, know someone like him?”

“Hey, don’t you think this rich kid looks a lot like someone?”

“Who?” the others asked eagerly.

“Lin Xuan! The more I look at him, the more I see the resemblance. The only differences are the thick bangs and black-framed glasses. Even their voices are similar. And they both have a close relationship with Wang Dahe. Do you think he could actually be Lin Xuan?”

“No way! Lin Xuan was so poor he couldn’t even afford decent clothes. How could he afford a Rolls-Royce? And these clothes—they look expensive! Lin Xuan used to wear cheap knockoffs.”

Wang Dahe, munching on a bun, asked curiously, “Why did you switch cars? What happened to the Koenigsegg One:1 you used to drive?”

Lin Xuan replied casually, “This Rolls-Royce is just one of the cars in the garage. I picked it randomly.”

When Su Hua had asked him what car he wanted to drive, he had just pointed at one without much thought.

Wang Dahe stopped chewing.

He swallowed hard and asked, “Honestly, how many cars do you have in your garage?”

“I’m not sure. There are cars from all sorts of brands—Ferrari, Bugatti, Rolls-Royce, Maybach… probably around twenty or so,” Lin Xuan said, recalling that Su Hua had gifted him an entire garage full of cars.

The others’ eyes widened in disbelief.

This guy was *that* rich?

The combined value of those cars must be in the billions. Did that mean his net worth was over ten billion?

No one doubted Lin Xuan’s words. After all, someone who could afford a Rolls-Royce had no reason to lie.

Wang Dahe nearly dropped to his knees. “Xuanzi—no, Dad, do you need another son?”

Xuanzi?

The only person Wang Dahe would call Xuanzi was Lin Xuan.

Holy sh*t!!!

The class was thunderstruck.

“Is he really Lin Xuan? Is this for real?”

“It has to be him! I noticed the resemblance from the start, but I didn’t dare think it could be him because of how rich he looks now. But since Wang Dahe called him Xuanzi, it must be him.”

“Damn, after just one summer break, Lin Xuan became this wealthy? Did he win the lottery or something?”

Qin Ruoyao’s face visibly darkened.

Lin Xuan… it was really him!

Why hadn’t he caught her earlier?

And those cars he was driving—were they all gifts from that woman who had taken him away at the wedding?

Qin Ruoyao clenched her fists. She couldn’t accept that the man she had once looked down on had become so handsome and wealthy.

Li Da sat in his chair, looking utterly defeated.

Lin Xuan… he really wasn’t chasing after her anymore?

Wang Dahe walked over to Li Da with a grin. “You lost. Don’t forget my meal.”

Li Da: “…”

There were three minutes left before class started.

Lin Xuan’s phone kept buzzing with notifications from Dogtail Grass, his editor.

[Holy sh*t, your novel is blowing up!]

[From this morning until now, the average chapter subscriptions have hit 1,500! And that’s with your word count being so high that most readers haven’t finished all the chapters yet! Plus, it’s a weekday, so many people haven’t had time to read!]

[At this rate, you’re looking at a minimum of 10,000 average subscriptions today!]

The paid chapters totaled 200,000 words. For every 1,000 words, the author earned three cents. That meant Lin Xuan could make 60,000 yuan in a single day!

For a new author, this was an explosive achievement.

Lin Xuan wasn’t surprised by the results. After all, this novel had been a massive hit in another world. Still, he had added plenty of new content to it.

Lin Xuan: [Got it.]

Dogtail Grass: [Bro, are you some big-shot author who switched platforms to join Feiyue?]

Lin Xuan: [I’m a newbie.]

Dogtail Grass: [!!!!!]

After class started, Lin Xuan put his phone away.

As soon as the lunch bell rang, Su Hua’s people delivered a lavish meal to him.

The spread included vegetables, meat, and an array of seafood—lobster, king crab, and more.

Wang Dahe’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.

Holy sh*t! Is this what the life of the rich is like?

This single meal probably cost more than his entire year’s budget…

“Let’s eat together,” Lin Xuan said, glancing at Wang Dahe.

“Hell yeah!”

Wang Dahe didn’t hold back, devouring the food with gusto. Leaning back in his chair, he patted his stomach. “Damn, that was delicious! Xuanzi, your family’s chef is incredible.”

Lin Xuan was still texting Su Hua.

“Yeah,” he replied absentmindedly.

Once they finished eating, Su Hua’s staff came in to clear the table and left.

Wang Dahe opened the Feiyue Novel website, and a book immediately caught his eye.

Huh? A female lead who’s a yandere? And it’s a single female lead story?

Interesting.

Wang Dahe checked the author’s profile. There was only one book listed—clearly a new author.

He didn’t have high expectations. New authors usually wrote poorly, and he rarely bothered with their works.

But the premise seemed fresh, and the site had given it a big recommendation. Maybe it would surprise him.

Wang Dahe clicked on it and was instantly hooked.

Lin Xuan said, “Wang Dahe, let’s head back to the dorm.”

“I’m reading a novel. I’ll stay here. Bring my books over for the afternoon class,” Wang Dahe replied without looking up.

“Alright.”

Lin Xuan headed back alone. He hadn’t gotten much sleep last night after being pestered by Su Hua. From the bed to the bathroom, she had kept him busy. He was exhausted and needed to catch up on sleep.

Most people had already left, so the teaching building was nearly empty.

Just as Lin Xuan reached the stairwell, Qin Ruoyao stopped him.