Su Bai's introduction to photography was rather unconventional.
When it came to equipment, he simply glanced at the prices and went for the most expensive options. As for the actual photography skills, he learned them from COSers.
It must be said that hands-on experience is the easiest way to get started with anything.
The senior girls from the anime club tirelessly helped Su Bai find the perfect angles and even taught him how to take flattering shots.
They were incredibly patient.
"Seniors, you must be tired after spending so much time with me, right?"
"Not at all! Honestly, we're the ones benefiting here. We rarely get access to such high-end equipment for our shoots. If anything, we're the ones scoring big."
"Scoring... big?" Su Bai was a little confused by their reasoning.
Well, since they seemed happy, Su Bai decided to keep going. After all, he had plenty of energy, and since he’d already come all the way to the comic convention, he might as well enjoy himself to the fullest.
To show his appreciation, Su Bai treated them to bubble tea.
He ordered plenty—so much that when the drinks arrived, everyone ended up with two cups each...
"The junior is so generous! And polite too, way better than a certain photographer we know."
"Come on, there’s no comparison—they’re not even on the same level... Oh, by the way, did he confirm if he’s joining the anime club?"
Sipping their drinks, the group suddenly realized they’d been so focused on teaching Su Bai photography that they’d forgotten their main objective for the day.
All eyes turned to Senior Xiaoxiong.
Her expression faltered as she smacked her forehead. "Oh no... I forgot to ask. But he seemed to be having fun, so... it should be fine, right?"
"That’s hard to say. We’ll have to confirm with him later."
In reality, Su Bai hadn’t forgotten about joining the anime club.
He’d even considered sponsoring them.
As a fellow otaku on par with Wang Haoran (though not as overt about it), Su Bai genuinely enjoyed hanging out with the anime club members.
The girls were enthusiastic, and the guys in the club were all great conversationalists.
Before, Su Bai had been debating which club to join, but now, the anime club seemed like the obvious choice.
Plus, he’d heard that the anime club had advantages when it came to event applications and securing venues—after all, it was one of Jiangcheng University’s oldest student organizations.
Still, he didn’t bring it up with the most eager seniors.
Their enthusiasm was one thing, but how Su Bai responded was another.
He’d always believed that when people wanted something from you, it was best not to agree immediately—instead, remain neutral, neither overly eager nor dismissive.
Stick to your own principles.
This attitude mirrored how he treated his female admirers.
If someone treated him well and he found them agreeable, he’d reciprocate the kindness.
But expecting Su Bai to become infatuated or even act like a simp for any woman? Impossible.
In fact, even among wealthy men, there were plenty of cases where they ended up simping for a particular woman.
Human nature was complicated.
Once he’d had his fill at the anime club’s booth, Su Bai wandered off with his camera to explore the rest of the convention, snapping photos of other COSers who caught his interest.
"The seniors were only so patient because they wanted something from me. I wonder if random COSers will approach me too."
Su Bai wasn’t entirely sure. After all, the otaku community could be eccentric, and in his experience, money wasn’t the only factor.
If this were a luxury boutique, Su Bai would have been 100% confident that sales associates would fawn over him—his outfit and the refined air of wealth he’d developed lately made that a given.
But reality turned out to be completely unexpected.
Nearly every COSer he passed by actively sought him out for photos.
A significant number of girls even asked for his WeChat.
(Though there were guys too... but Su Bai definitely didn’t add them. He wasn’t into that sort of thing.)
For lunch, he settled on a nearby Western restaurant.
Not because he particularly liked Western food, but because the more affordable, popular eateries around the convention center were packed.
This overpriced high-end restaurant, however, was clearly not most people’s first choice.
Su Bai checked and found it nearly empty.
Just as he was about to book a private room to dine with Yusheng and the Wan sisters, the system suddenly pinged him.
[Ding! Detected that the host wishes to join Jiangcheng University’s anime club for fun. To ensure the host enjoys himself to the fullest, the anime club has now been added to the cashback program! Any theoretically reasonable expenses related to the anime club will receive 2x–10x cashback!]
Well, well, the system really didn’t want him to half-ass his club activities, huh?
Not that Su Bai needed the extra money—his cashback channels were already plentiful. Between buying luxury goods for his seniors and injecting funds into Yusheng’s company, he had steady income streams.
For most wealthy people, these would be surefire ways to burn through cash.
But for Su Bai? They were just monthly opportunities to milk the system for all it was worth.
Still, getting cashback from the anime club was a pleasant surprise.
As Su Bai was quietly celebrating, the system pinged again:
[Ding! Detected that the host is now managing two organizations (Shengxi Tech and Jiangcheng University Anime Club). New feature unlocked!]
[Improving the reputation of organizations under the host’s management will grant additional lottery draws!]
Su Bai’s eyes lit up. Lottery draws? Now that was a good thing.
Hmm, so the system wanted him to stay motivated—enjoy life, but also achieve something worthwhile.
That wasn’t too hard. Shengxi Tech already had a team of experienced veterans and Chen Yusheng, a rising star.
As for the anime club? Even simpler. With enough funding, bored college students would naturally come up with creative ways to boost its reputation...
What amused Su Bai the most was that the anime club was now considered "his" organization.
Was it because the core COSers in the club all had a soft spot for him?
...Yeah.
For someone like Su Bai—tall, rich, and handsome—winning people over was child’s play.
Especially when it came to women.
Generally, it wasn’t easy for a new freshman to gain influence in a student club.
Established cliques made it hard to break in and take charge... unless, of course, you were Su Bai.
Jiangcheng University’s anime club revolved around a few semi-famous COSers, and naturally, they adored Su Bai.
Plus, Su Bai had money. And as any otaku knew, while anime could be a frugal hobby, it could also be a massive money sink—merch, cosplay outfits, niche games, light novels...
In short, Su Bai had come to the right place.

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

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!

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.”

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"