【Crispy Goose: The anime club... sounds interesting, but I haven’t decided yet. I’ll make up my mind after the National Day break when the club recruitment starts.】
【Crispy Goose: Thanks, senior.】
【Crispy Goose: [Goose_Cheers]】
【Sticky Bear: Oh come on~ Why hesitate, junior? You already like this kind of stuff, and you even know someone in the anime club.】
【Sticky Bear: Don’t worry, our club is super chill—basically no mandatory activities, and we regularly organize off-campus events.】
【Sticky Bear: Lots of pretty girls join too!】
【Sticky Bear: And with looks like yours, junior, you’d be perfect for cosplay! We can even help you with any character you like~】
To be honest.
Before binding with the system, Su Bai had never encountered such an enthusiastic cosplayer.
He’d followed a few cosplayers on Bilibili and Weibo, leaving polite, thoughtful comments on their work.
Su Bai was the quiet, low-key type—definitely not the kind to harass strangers online.
Yet, he’d never received a single positive reply from any cosplayer.
Once, he even privately messaged one to point out that her photo accidentally revealed personal info in the background. Instead of thanks, he got cursed out.
Ah, no good deed goes unpunished.
But now? Su Bai hadn’t even checked out the anime club at Jiangcheng University, and here was a cosplayer senior actively reaching out—with overwhelming enthusiasm.
It was almost laughable.
Was it the anime figurines with pig-nosed, big-headed designs in Su Bai’s car that attracted her?
Nope!
It was the fact that he drove a Panamera.
If he’d been in a 99,800-yuan Qin PLUS, even if it were a full-on itasha (anime-wrapped car), the anime club girls probably wouldn’t have given him the time of day.
Reading the chat logs, Su Bai could sense one word radiating from "Little Bear Senior’s" messages:
Desperate!
Her attempts to reel him in were practically oozing off the screen.
Honestly, the whole situation gave Su Bai a subtle, smug satisfaction.
Everyone likes being flattered—he was no exception.
The anime club was indeed on Su Bai’s radar, but Little Bear’s antsy demeanor was too entertaining to resist teasing.
Plus, something in her words caught his attention.
【Crispy Goose: Wait, senior, you mentioned a "familiar face" in the anime club. Who?】
【Sticky Bear: Jiang Qiuran, duh! Don’t play dumb, junior—she told us you two are childhood friends.】
【Crispy Goose: Oh, her!】
【Sticky Bear: So come on, join us~】
She spammed a few coquettish stickers and even sent a voice message.
Su Bai wisely put on headphones before playing it.
Damn.
This cosplayer’s voice was... something else. Was she moonlighting in another profession?
After stringing her along for a bit, savoring the anime club senior’s desperate charm, Su Bai finally "reluctantly" replied: "Fine, I’ll drop by the anime club sometime."
He sent it as a voice message too.
This move instantly pumped Sticky Bear full of encouragement.
What did it mean that Su Bai sent her a voice note?
This indicated that she had already reached a level where she considered him friend material.
After all, rumors said Su Bai was quite aloof—not the type to fall for just any pretty girl batting her eyelashes at him.
This made sense, of course. Given Su Bai’s wealth, he’d probably seen it all growing up. He wasn’t some tasteless loser like those broke guys.
In reality, Little Bear Senpai was completely overthinking it.
Even when Su Bai had no money, he wasn’t the type to be swayed by beautiful women.
He had his own principles.
Or, to put it another way, he might’ve been born with the makings of a playboy.
Once the mission was accomplished, Strawberry Mochi Bear sent a message in the anime club’s group chat.
She announced that she’d successfully persuaded Su Bai, who said he’d drop by the clubroom when he had time.
The news immediately sparked excitement among the members—both girls and guys.
After all, the day Su Bai drove his MyGO-themed Panamera back to campus, someone snapped a photo of it. The image quickly became a meme, spreading like wildfire across the school.
Having such a laid-back, wealthy guy join the anime club? That’d definitely be interesting.
Of course, not everyone welcomed Su Bai’s arrival.
Take, for example, one of the club’s third-year members—a guy from a well-off family who’d been subtly flexing his status in the group.
His hobby was photography, and he’d splurged on tons of professional gear.
Whenever someone in the club cosplayed, this guy would eagerly volunteer as their free photographer.
So everyone jokingly called him “Camera Bro.”
Anyone with eyes—no, scratch that, even a blind person could tell—this guy was just thirsting after the hot female cosplayers in the club.
After all, the stories between photographers and cosplayers were practically legendary in certain circles…
Yet, so far, Camera Bro hadn’t scored a single win.
The cosplayers in the anime club had high standards.
They were smart enough to get into a top-tier university and gorgeous—no way they’d let some guy like him get his way so easily.
Sure, Camera Bro’s cameras and lenses were expensive, and his skills were passable.
But unlike Xue Tao, he wasn’t the type to go all-out simping for one girl, showering her with gifts.
And as for his looks… Well, let’s just say he could cosplay as Men-chan at a convention without any prep—his natural appearance was already spot-on.
So when Strawberry Mochi Bear openly invited Su Bai into the club, Camera Bro immediately lashed out in the group chat:
"What’s the point of having Su Bai here? That kind of rich normie only cares about partying and clout-chasing. He doesn’t get our otaku culture at all—just another bandwagon-hopping poser. Bet he won’t even show up to half the club events."
The moment those words hit the chat, he was met with a barrage of furious replies—especially from the girls.
After all, Strawberry Mochi Bear wasn’t the only one trying to recruit Su Bai.
Several of the club’s top cosplayers had their eyes on him too.
Through friends of friends, they’d seen the lavish scenes from Su Bai’s recent vacation at Tianrong Resort—his “harem” in tow.
Lakeside villas, maids serving them, picnics on the lawn, plus horseback riding, tennis courts, a private pool…
Forget the luxury for a second—just imagine the cosplay photoshoots they could pull off in settings like that!
Who wouldn’t want a piece of that?
Of course, the girls weren’t trying to freeload off Su Bai—they knew full well that a high-caliber rich guy like him was no fool.
But then again, if they had to give something in return for Su Bai’s attention, it didn’t feel like a loss.
After all, those sculpted muscles and that handsome face of his were downright mouthwatering.
And lately, the candid photos some female classmates had secretly taken of him were looking even better.
Who knew if it was the glow of wealth or just his naturally good looks?
So the photography guy’s complaints got zero support.
He was roasted by the girls and immediately backtracked, begging for mercy.
I’ve learned my lesson, please spare me.
Yet, at this moment, the one with the most complicated feelings in the group chat was Jiang Qiuran.
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