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.
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!
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!
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?!
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
