There was no real need to psych herself up.
As a former outstanding employee of a 4S dealership, Zhou Jialu had been to many auto shows before—though always as staff. Her main task had been negotiating with potential buyers, wearing down her vocal cords in the process. Exhausting work.
This time, however, she was accompanying Su Bai to browse and buy cars—likely luxury vehicles most people could never afford in their lifetime. Naturally, her mood was entirely different, with nothing to fear.
That said, Su Bai choosing to take her alone to the auto show touched Zhou Jialu deeply. It proved how much he valued her.
With this in mind, she redoubled her efforts massaging Su Bai’s shoulders.
She didn’t neglect the areas below either—back when she took professional training courses, the instructor had brought a human anatomical model to systematically teach full-body massage techniques.
Almost immediately, Su Bai let out a satisfied groan.
"Not bad, senior. Seems like you’ve got a real talent for this."
"That exaggerated? You’re not just humoring me, are you…?"
"Seriously, they say some people have naturally soft hands but surprising strength—born to give massages, with the potential to become master therapists."
"Well, that’s a relief. At least when I’m old and withered, I’ll still have this skill. Knowing exactly what pleases you means I’ll still be somewhat useful, right?"
There was a self-deprecating edge to Zhou Jialu’s words.
Su Bai didn’t call her out, simply continuing to enjoy the treatment with closed eyes.
For a moment, it almost felt like he’d booked a top-tier technician at a high-end spa.
Truthfully, Su Bai had always been curious about what a beautiful masseuse’s SPA treatment would feel like.
After coming into money, he’d even considered trying it out.
…
Fortunately, Zhou Jialu was an exceptional senior with a knack for learning.
She filled the void in Su Bai’s massage therapist experience.
Though her technique was still a bit unpolished, her natural talent more than compensated—Su Bai was nearly lulled to sleep. From head to toe, every fiber of his being radiated the bliss of released tension.
"Sir, you seem to be enjoying our service. Care to extend the session?"
……
……
The day passed uneventfully.
Su Bai followed his usual routine: attending classes, playing basketball, holding hands with Chen Yusheng.
Come evening, he returned to the hillside duplex to spend time with his senior.
Another round of her dedicated aromatherapy SPA ensued.
Frankly, the wholehearted, enthusiastic service of a beauty was dangerously addictive.
No wonder the newly wealthy flocked to exclusive clubs.
This private service from his senior outclassed any club anyway.
Who knew how many men those club girls’ hands had kneaded before?
After some… amicable negotiations, Su Bai restrained himself and let Zhou Jialu retire for the night.
He decided to game a while before sleeping.
Having splurged on a top-tier PC, he’d stocked up on AAA titles beyond just playing online with Chen Yusheng.
Whenever free, he’d boot one up for appreciation.
Mid-game, a WeChat notification popped up.
From an unexpected contact.
[NoBeef: Su Bai, you going to tomorrow’s auto show?]
Su Bai set down his controller, staring at the message in contemplation.
"NoBeef" was Liu Chen'ang.
The class’s newly arrived rich kid—well, rich girl actually.
She’d taken noticeable interest in him, proactively striking up acquaintance.
Maybe she assumed Su Bai was similarly wealthy, hence the rich-kid solidarity?
Su Bai didn’t mind expanding his affluent social circle—take Director Xia, for instance, an excellent connection.
Sometimes, money alone couldn’t solve minor issues; knowing the right people provided twice the result for half the effort solutions.
Of course, that was a generalization—in reality, sufficient wealth naturally attracted connections…
Case in point: Liu Chen'ang.
[CrispyGoose: Yeah, why? Want to go together?]
[NoBeef: Exactly! I’m heading there too.]
[CrispyGoose: I’ll be with a senior though. Let’s leave it to fate—if we bump into each other, great.]
[CrispyGoose: [Goose_Paddling]]
[NoBeef: …Fine.]
[NoBeef: If any cars catch your eye, I can help vet them. I know my stuff!]
As if to emphasize her confidence, Liu Chen'ang immediately followed up with a buff bodybuilder sticker—probably from some Hong Kong comic.
Come to think of it, this girl really favored these hyper-masculine memes.
Su Bai’s uncharitable theory was that she used them to overcompensate for her overwhelmingly effeminate aura.
Earlier that day, he’d overheard classmates speculating whether "Liu" might be a femboy.
Ironically, her approach was completely backward.
Real tough guys exclusively used anime girl stickers.
Like Su Bai.
Heh.
Since she’d extended an olive branch, he obliged:
[CrispyGoose: Sure, I’ll call if needed. Free for lunch together?]
[NoBeef: OK]
[NoBeef: [Beefcake_Binoculars]]
Over in another Ascott serviced residence tower…
Liu Chen'ang clutched her phone, visibly thrilled.
Su Bai’s refreshingly straightforward attitude delighted her!
Most second/third-gen rich kids had bizarre quirks and pretensions.
Combined with her… unique disposition, mockery often followed.
Attempting friendships with less privileged classmates also felt awkward—the lifestyle gap created invisible barriers.
Not her fault, nor theirs. Human connections were tricky that way.
Shared spending habits bred camaraderie.
From her intel on Su Bai, they should click perfectly.
And if she admitted something privately embarrassing…
She longed to feel his handshake again.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
