Arrangements for the National Day Holiday

Su Bai's reason for being so audacious was simple.

The system currently limited the "clueless genius investor route" to a quota of ten million.

Both company and laboratory investments had separate caps of ten million each.

As Chen Yusheng's academic achievements grew, this quota would increase accordingly.

So why should Su Bai hesitate? He went all in without a second thought.

For Chen Yusheng, however, this wasn’t so easy to comprehend. She felt Su Bai’s devotion to her had already surpassed their initial "sugar daddy" arrangement.

Even a man who loved her wholeheartedly might not go to such lengths, right?

Suddenly, Su Bai’s playboy tendencies didn’t seem like such a big deal anymore.

That big white goose had solved too many of life’s problems for her.

[Rainbreak: cat rolling around]

[Rainbreak: Big White Goose, have you and Xia Lin… you know?]

[Crispy Big White Goose: ??]

[Crispy Big White Goose: spinning question mark]

[Crispy Big White Goose: We haven’t gotten to that point yet…]

[Crispy Big White Goose: Ehehe~]

[Rainbreak: Ehehe my foot! I knew it—since when do academic advisors meddle in stuff like this?]

[Crispy Big White Goose: Well, since when do students invest in labs through companies either?]

[Rainbreak: You’re so bad, even the advisor isn’t safe from you.]

[Crispy Big White Goose: Can you blame me? Believe it or not, Advisor Xia made the first move.]

[Crispy Big White Goose: Isn’t this great? From a purely pragmatic standpoint, she’ll make our lives way more convenient…]

[Rainbreak: And from an emotional standpoint?]

[Crispy Big White Goose: I want a caring big sister—you know I lost my mom when I was little!]

[Crispy Big White Goose: According to Johns Hopkins University research, men raised without maternal affection are at higher risk of psychological issues. For my mental health, I need Advisor Xia’s comfort, okay?!]

[Rainbreak: nodding cat]

[Rainbreak: I believe you!]

[Rainbreak: What are you doing this afternoon? I’m free.]

[Rainbreak: Wanna game, boss?]

On the other end, Su Bai, who was idling by the school swimming pool, couldn’t help but smile at Chen Yusheng’s message.

Oh, Yusheng, you rascal.

You still remember we started as a client and a gaming buddy?

Thinking back, Su Bai had initially "hired" her for a month.

Yet now, they were practically soulmates, bound for life.

And all this had happened in less than a month…

Some souls just click instantly, skipping the awkward phase and diving straight into sweet romance.

So-called "taking it slow" is just code for "I’m not that into you, but you’ll do for now."

A lukewarm placeholder while keeping an eye out for something better.

But Yusheng? She was Su Bai’s perfect match.

After some thought, Su Bai arranged to pick her up from the lab in the evening for dinner, followed by gaming.

As for the afternoon?

Basketball practice.

For the National Day holiday, he had no plans to travel. Instead, he’d lounge in his luxury duplex, enjoying the company of his girlfriend, his housekeeper, and two maids—a dream team!

Holiday trips were terrifying. Domestic travel meant crowds everywhere, and international trips? Forget it. Su Bai hadn’t even gotten his passport yet (though he planned to soon). Plus, popular destinations abroad were just as packed during Chinese holidays.

That’s what happens in a country of billions…

Truthfully, Su Bai was just lazy, and his duplex still felt fresh and exciting.

So for now, he’d spend his free time practicing basketball with his classmates.

---

Lunchtime.

Su Bai returned to the second-floor canteen in the dormitory area.

Sometimes, having money isn’t about indulging in luxuries—it’s about fulfilling the small dreams you had when you were broke.

Back when Su Bai was strapped for cash, he’d promised himself that once he had money, he’d eat at the second-floor canteen every day.

Now, that was laughably easy to achieve.

Whenever his buddy Wang Haoran was free, Su Bai would treat him to a meal there.

Occasionally, the local guys and the "Shanghai elite" would tag along.

Su Bai didn’t mind their company—in fact, Wang Haoran even welcomed it.

It spiced up his otherwise monotonous campus life.

Sure enough, before their food even arrived, Xue Tao put on a show.

He’d been sweet-talking Liu Yuanyuan over voice messages when suddenly—they started arguing.

The reason was simple: Liu Yuanyuan wanted to vacation in Thailand for the holiday, while Xue Tao couldn’t bear the cost.

After all, he’d already squeezed his old man for a second-hand Cayenne. Asking for an international trip now would be pushing it.

In the older generation’s eyes, university was for studying!

…Well, actually, that wasn’t just the older generation—most top-tier students thought the same way.

At least that’s usually the mindset during freshman year.

Later, when grades slip and hopes of grad school vanish, it’s a whole different story.

So, Xue Tao found an excuse to reject the Thailand trip plan.

He claimed that with the recent global instability, Southeast Asia seemed pretty risky—better not go.

Unexpectedly, Liu Yuanyuan had a huge problem with this reasoning and lashed out at Xue Tao for being ignorant!

“Damn, do you guys think I’m wrong here?” Xue Tao couldn’t help venting to his roommates. “I said China is basically one of the safest places in the world, and she called me narrow-minded?? Like, she hasn’t even traveled much abroad, has she?”

As a local from Jiangcheng with family wealth from demolition compensation,

Xue Tao had already visited Japan and Europe for vacations back in middle school.

Sure, the trips were short and mostly just sightseeing,

but at least he’d seen more of the world than Liu Yuanyuan.

“I get the logic, but if you have an issue, take it up with her…” Wang Haoran said innocently.

Xue Tao was just blowing off steam to his roommates.

He didn’t dare voice-message Liu Yuanyuan to argue back.

Total simp vibes.

Yet Chu Mingzhe didn’t seem to think Xue Tao was simping at all. Instead, he criticized, “No wonder you and Liu Yuanyuan keep clashing. You’re just terrible at handling girls, man.”

“Oh yeah? Then how come you’re still single, genius?!” Xue Tao shot back, practically hissing at Chu Mingzhe.

Chu Mingzhe flushed, stiffening his neck defensively. “A girlfriend… that’s about quality, not quantity, got it? I’m looking for a soulmate, a SOULMATE, like Su Bai and Chen Yusheng…”

“Pfft, more like no girl gives you the time of day,” Xue Tao muttered.

He always thought Chu Mingzhe was a bit… eccentric.

Dude was always wrapped up in his niche, money-draining hobbies, showing off for who-knows-who.

Would any girl actually be into that act?

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