Following Liu Chen'ang's guidance, Su Bai turned his gaze to the matte gray Porsche Panamera with its special custom paint job before him.
The black relief at the rear, featuring a cartoonish pig's snout and oversized head, was strikingly eye-catching.
It had a delightfully absurd charm.
A knowing smile curled at the corners of Su Bai's lips. "How did you know I'd like this?"
"Oh, because I stalked your QQ space and asked around. I know what anime you watch and which characters you're into."
"..."
Damn, girl, you're kinda terrifying!
Since when did background checks become small talk?
Su Bai was amused.
But it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Clearly, Liu Chen'ang just wanted to befriend him by catering to his tastes.
"Good eye. I do love this car—because it’s my custom order. I’m here at the auto show today to pick it up."
"Huh?!"
Liu Chen'ang was stunned.
Her face lit up with joy, then flickered with disappointment.
She’d hoped to rave about the car to Su Bai, get him hooked, and then recommend exclusive customization or modification services.
The best shops for that were insider secrets, accessible only through connections.
That’s how friendships worked, in her view—mutual usefulness made them stronger.
At least, that’s what her parents had always taught her.
You scratch my back, I scratch yours. That’s how bonds deepened over time.
Sure, her family’s superstitions—like making her live as a man—were hard to swallow.
But their social principles weren’t wrong.
Yet here was Su Bai, the car’s owner.
Liu Chen'ang couldn’t help but wonder:
Just who is this guy?
No intel on him at all—total enigma.
But given his wealth and ability to secure this ride, he must come from a prominent family.
Which made it even weirder.
If he’s that well-connected, how come she’d never heard of him?
Her curiosity only grew.
Meanwhile, the crowd buzzed upon realizing the owner of this luxury car was such a young man.
Whispers rippled through the onlookers.
"Damn, driving a two-million-yuan car at his age? That’s insane!"
"Probably some rich heir—might even have fancier rides at home. This one’s probably nothing to him..."
"Ugh, and that girl next to him is fire... Money really does buy everything."
The waves of envy were music to Su Bai’s ears.
Among the crowd, only Zhou Jialu felt oddly unsettled.
She stared at Liu Chen'ang, puzzled.
This was definitely the person who’d hit on her at the airport.
The androgynous looks, the upbeat tone, the lively yet polite demeanor—it was unmistakably them.
But apparently, Liu Chen'ang had already forgotten her...
Zhou Jialu was right. Liu Chen'ang had forgotten.
After all, women weren’t her real interest.
And she’d been too focused on chatting up Su Bai.
Naturally, Zhou Jialu slipped her mind.
The sheer enthusiasm Liu Chen'ang showed for Su Bai struck Zhou Jialu as suspicious.
She hadn’t been nearly this eager when flirting at the airport!
Was she into Su Bai now??
Zhou Jialu figured it wasn’t impossible—these days, any kink was fair game.
Plus, her intuition screamed that Liu Chen'ang was trouble.
Hard to explain, but the vibe was strong.
Later, while Su Bai finalized paperwork with Porsche staff, Liu Chen'ang lingered to admire the car.
Seizing the moment, Zhou Jialu asked:
"Who’s that, junior? You two close?"
“Oh, that’s Liu Chen'ang, an exchange student from abroad. Sort of a classmate now.” Su Bai smirked. “Wait, senior, you’re not jealous, are you?”
"As if!" Zhou Jialu huffed. "Why would I be jealous over some guy...?"
"Glad to hear it. Must’ve been my imagination."
Su Bai stifled a laugh.
Then again, women’s intuition was scary.
Zhou Jialu’s guard was up for a reason.
"Junior, I’ve heard a lot of guys are into femboys lately..."
"You think I’d swing that way?"
"Hard to say."
"Relax, I’m traditional—100% straight."
Su Bai patted Zhou Jialu’s shoulder reassuringly.
She let out a flustered hum, conscious of the public setting but not minding his touch. If anything, it proved she still had it.
Su Bai’s usual quiet demeanor made his occasional playfulness all the more thrilling for her.
Funny how money changes perceptions.
Back in high school, girls dismissed Su Bai as "decent-looking but too nerdy—just games and anime."
A shallow take, really. His interests were broader—sports included—but academics left little time.
Now? People called him "mature."
Tch.
With paperwork done, Su Bai revved up his shiny new Panamera for a spin.
Especially under the crowd’s gaze—nothing like flexing hard.
Liu Chen'ang’s earlier hype had set the stage perfectly.
“Su Bai, go enjoy the ride with your senior first. If you’ve got time later, I’d love a turn,” Liu Chen'ang said tactfully.
"Seriously? You’ve probably ridden cars like this since diapers."
"Not with this interior. No worries if you’re busy—I’ll check out other exhibits."
"Nah, today’s all fun. I’ll loop back."
Su Bai decided to cruise with Zhou Jialu first, then let the rich girl experience the unique cabin.
Clearly, Liu Chen'ang was a true car enthusiast—a realm where Su Bai lacked expertise. He planned to pick her brain later.
Plus, the system rated her an S-tier goddess.
If memory served, after his "Technique Emperor" test in the cafeteria, her favorability had risen...
Yikes.
Was this heiress after his body?
Had Liu Chen'ang been male, Su Bai would’ve bolted. But the system confirmed her as legit female—delicate features with a rare tomboyish edge.
He didn’t mind hanging out.
When befriending the wealthy, chemistry mattered.
As for romance? Well... let nature take its course!
"Wait here. I’ll swing by for you soon."
"Deal!"
Liu Chen'ang beamed, radiating naive cheer.
Her earnestness seemed almost goofy—maybe years abroad, friend-starved, had left her socially rusty.
Yet she missed Su Bai’s sly grin as they shook hands.
What seemed like a normal gesture had a mischievous twist to it.
It sent Liu Chen'ang jolting in shock.
"Hey, you—"
By the time Su Bai and Zhou Jialu got into the car and drove off, Liu Chen'ang's face had turned uneasy, and he hurried off to the restroom.
"Such a handsome young man, what a shame about his weak kidneys," passersby remarked.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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.”
