Ever since returning from the Mid-Autumn Festival trip, Jiang Qiuran had been put on hold by Su Bai.
Being put on hold was the right move—it wasn’t about messing around.
After all, Su Bai had never been particularly interested in Jiang Qiuran to begin with.
Of course, if you asked Su Bai to rate her physique, he’d still give her a thumbs-up.
But that was as far as it went.
When two people had known each other since childhood, the real barrier wasn’t physical attraction—it was the fact that their personalities were too familiar. That layer of mystery between strangers was missing.
Without that filter of unfamiliarity, most couples in the world would instantly find each other unbearable.
True love was a rare thing, after all.
Besides, Jiang Qiuran was the type who’d get carried away with even the slightest bit of attention. If you ignored her, she’d shamelessly cling to you instead.
Lately, she’d been sending Su Bai messages every now and then, trying to start conversations.
All on topics she knew he’d be interested in.
Yet Su Bai’s responses remained cold.
This didn’t deter Jiang Qiuran from continuing to act like Su Bai’s devoted admirer.
Somehow, Su Bai’s aloof demeanor only made him seem even more irresistible to her.
And it wasn’t like he was only cold to her—aside from a select few women who had already earned his approval, Su Bai didn’t bother being polite to most girls.
But today, something happened in the anime club’s group chat that completely shattered Jiang Qiuran’s composure.
That girl, Xiao Xiong, had actually managed to invite Su Bai to join the anime club!
Sure, Su Bai had only agreed to check it out, but Jiang Qiuran knew how lazy he was.
If he wasn’t genuinely interested, he wouldn’t even bother looking into it.
Su Bai wasn’t the type to act without a clear payoff.
How could this happen?
Did Su Bai really see her as less important than Xiao Xiong?
Jiang Qiuran was convinced she was far prettier than that second-year senior.
When she put on makeup, the difference between them was like a celebrity versus some obscure internet influencer.
And without makeup? No contest—Jiang Qiuran’s natural looks were stunning. Back in high school, she’d been the dream girl of countless boys.
Fuming, Jiang Qiuran rolled over on her dorm bed, then sat up.
Leaning against the white-painted wall, she snapped a selfie from a high angle.
The view trailed down along the neckline of her pajamas…
After sending the photo to Su Bai, she typed:
[Qiuran: Bai, I heard you’re joining the anime club? Why didn’t you ask me? I could’ve introduced you too.]
[Su Bai: ?]
[Su Bai: Are you telling me what to do?]
[Su Bai: [Goose_WieldingWhip]]
No idea where Su Bai dug up these absurd stickers.
They were clearly meant to be ridiculous, meme-worthy images.
Yet Jiang Qiuran’s expression shifted the moment she saw them.
Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to stay composed. No—she couldn’t revert to her embarrassing behavior from before. She had to push back a little, make Su Bai pay more attention to her.
If Su Bai ended up getting cozy with the girls in the anime club while leaving her, Jiang Qiuran, on the sidelines, wouldn’t that be humiliating?
Jiang Qiuran wanted Su Bai’s attention back.
[Qiuran: Bai, I already apologized, okay? I know I was wrong. I’ll take better care of our relationship, so please stop ignoring me. I… I want to go out with you!]
[Su Bai: No time right now. Hold it in.]
[Su Bai: Don’t worry. If I’m joining the anime club, I’ll definitely bring you along.]
[Qiuran: Really?]
[Su Bai: But I’ll decide how we play. Just wait—it’ll be exactly the kind of thing you like…]
[Qiuran: W-Who said I like that?!]
[Su Bai: Focus on your studies. Stop bothering me for no reason. Oh, and don’t send me those suggestive photos anymore. They’re boring. I’ve seen all you’ve got.]
[Qiuran: You—!]
[Su Bai: Nap time.]
Jiang Qiuran felt uneasy. The way Su Bai phrased it, it almost sounded like he was planning something bad for her…
Gulp.
She swallowed hard.
A bold idea popped into her head.
Pinching the hem of her pajama top with two fingers, she lifted it slightly.
She was wearing a long, girlish nightgown.
…
Hmph!
The point was, the photo turned out incredibly effective.
Even more alluring than the pros who specialized in teasing online.
After some light editing, Jiang Qiuran sent the picture to Su Bai.
[Su Bai: ???]
[Su Bai: Stop acting crazy here.]
[Qiuran: MaSter~ I’m not acting crazy. I just wanted you to see… After being scolded by you earlier, I…]
[Qiuran: Really love the feeling of being controlled by you.]
[Qiuran: As long as I can stay by your side, I’ll do anything.]
Jiang Qiuran’s personality was a little twisted, to say the least.
It wasn’t that she had to choose Su Bai to get the life she wanted.
With her looks, she had other options.
But Jiang Qiuran was the type to overthink things. Forget about her future—just seeing Su Bai thriving while she got none of the benefits made her so frustrated she could bash her head against a wall!
That’s why she’d been so desperate lately, with Su Bai ignoring her.
Meanwhile, in Room 510 of the male dormitory…
Su Bai zoomed in on the photo, enjoying every detail.
Then he fell into thought.
This girl really had a talent for teasing.
Originally, Su Bai had planned to keep her at arm’s length. Given her clingy personality, as long as he kept living his lavish, carefree life, she’d eventually settle down.
But now, it seemed mere compliance wasn’t enough—she needed to be tamed.
Otherwise, she’d keep chirping away like an annoying little bird.
From another angle, Jiang Qiuran had been practicing dance and voice training all to sell herself to some wealthy patron someday.
In that case, why shouldn’t Su Bai be that patron?
After all, any money he sent her would just bounce back to him through his rebate system.
Her constant nagging was getting tiresome anyway—might as well have some fun with her.
And judging by her attitude, she seemed eager to develop this kind of relationship with him.
This is for her own good!
Su Bai’s mind spun with self-justifying logic. Almost unconsciously, he sent Jiang Qiuran a 500-yuan red envelope.
[Su Bai: [HappyFortune]]
[Su Bai: Nice. Love it. Send more.]
Seeing the red packet, Jiang Qiuran bit her lip, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
How did it come to this…?
What’s happening to my childhood friendship (sob)…?
It was true that Jiang Qiuran wanted benefits from Su Bai, but this situation felt… off.
Somehow, their relationship had twisted into something humiliating—yet it stirred something primal in her, only making her more excited.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
