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.
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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?"
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
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...
