Lottery chances were a good thing. Compared to cash, they filled Su Bai with the thrill of the unknown.
Limited-edition cars, or perhaps drawing attribute point bonuses—these were the possibilities.
But there was one issue: once the affection levels of the girls were maxed out, opportunities to earn more lottery chances became scarce.
This newly unlocked feature from the "System" was like a guiding light for Su Bai.
Running an anime club wasn’t particularly difficult. As long as funding was sufficient and the event planner wasn’t completely useless, things usually ran smoothly.
As for reputation—given Su Bai’s current fame at Jiangcheng University, his mere presence was already a selling point. Throwing around some lavish gestures only aligned with everyone’s expectations...
So without hesitation, Su Bai flagged down a waitress and asked, "Is your manager or owner here? I’d like to inquire about booking the entire place."
"Eh? Booking the entire restaurant?"
"Exactly. I’m from Jiangcheng University’s anime club, and I’d like to treat everyone to a meal. I noticed you don’t have any other reservations for lunch today, right? If there are no issues, I’ll take the whole place. Price isn’t a problem."
Su Bai said it as casually as ordering a plate of pasta and some escargot at a mid-tier chain restaurant.
But the content of his words sent shockwaves through the waitress’s mind.
Booking the entire restaurant?
Did I hear that right? This guy just walked in, barely glanced at the menu, and decided to book the whole place?
Isn’t this a bit… too reckless?
Truthfully, Su Bai didn’t care much about the food.
After the convention, lunch was just a quick bite. No matter how bad a high-end Western restaurant’s dishes were, they couldn’t be that terrible.
As for the price—he was mainly testing out the "Organization Management" rebate feature.
Given his current wealth, even without the rebate, money was no longer a concern.
After a brief moment of stunned silence, the waitress composed herself and said respectfully, "Of course, sir. Our manager is in the office—please follow me."
The negotiations went smoothly.
This restaurant catered to affluent middle-aged men looking to impress younger women.
With no lunch reservations today, the manager had already shifted his focus to dinner competitors.
Sure, some wealthy men might try to pick up cosplayers at conventions, but those dinners would naturally happen in the evening—complete with wine, a riverside stroll, and then a hotel.
Lunch? Totally unnecessary.
But then came the unexpected windfall—a young man wanted to book the entire place?
And not just any young man—one who swiped his card without even haggling, dropping tens of thousands without blinking.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for booking a high-end Western restaurant. Total expenditure: ¥58,888. Triggered 10x rebate: +¥588,880!]
Well, well. The very first try landed the highest possible rebate multiplier.
Su Bai was pleased, a satisfied smile curling at his lips.
To the manager, that smile radiated the effortless confidence of a wealthy young master.
Sigh.
After years in the restaurant business, the manager had built up a decent nest egg.
Honestly, among men in their early thirties, he considered himself fairly successful.
But compared to this young master? He was nothing.
Originally, he’d been considering swinging by the convention later to see if he could pick up a cosplayer—you know how it is.
But after witnessing Su Bai’s display, the manager’s desires evaporated. He suddenly felt… utterly disinterested.
...
"Whoa, junior—what’s with the sudden extravagance? This is way too much, such a waste!"
Soon after, the anime club members, notified via WeChat, filed into the restaurant one after another.
The upscale decor and the formally dressed waiters greeting them made them instinctively nervous.
College students, after all, lacked experience in high-end settings—it was natural to feel a little out of place.
In contrast, Su Bai looked completely at ease.
That effortless "chill" vibe.
Given his recent spending habits, dropping tens of thousands on a restaurant booking was indeed small change for him.
"Junior, we’re totally mooching off you today~"
Senior "Little Bear" cooed in a sugary voice, swaying her hips as she moved to loop her arm through Su Bai’s.
He sidestepped her smoothly, avoiding contact without making it obvious.
"No problem. From now on, I’m part of the anime club too. Don’t worry about funding—I’ll make sure it’s covered."
"Really? You’re officially joining? Then let’s treat this as a welcome party for you!"
"Yay~"
A flock of cosplaying beauties chattered excitedly around Su Bai.
But they wisely kept their distance—no one else tried to get cozy like Little Bear had.
Su Bai’s attitude was clear: he was here to admire, not to touch.
Like a collector admiring a prize figurine—just for show.
Unless you’re an S-tier woman, don’t even bother.
With an ordinary guy, the cosplayers’ enthusiasm would’ve been flattering.
But faced with Su Bai’s indifference? It was just embarrassing themselves.
Little Bear felt slightly awkward but quickly adjusted her mindset.
Well, it’s not surprising that Su Bai wasn’t interested in Chen Yusheng—she’s just too stunning.
Chen Yusheng was practically unreal—she barely needed makeup for cosplay. All she did was put on a wig and colored contacts to match the character, plus a touch of lip gloss.
Her fair, flawless skin made foundation seem unnecessary.
Just standing there, she exuded such an air of sophistication, something none of the other girls with their heavy makeup could compare to.
Hmm, calling herself "heavy makeup girls" was kind of funny, but that’s honestly how Little Bear felt.
They all went to the same university, so how could the gap be this huge? Yusheng looked like a scientist, while the rest of them seemed, well… not exactly cultured.
How did that even happen?
After sighing for a bit, Little Bear quickly pulled herself together.
The other cosplayers, on the other hand, never really held any hope of catching Su Bai’s attention in the first place. Self-awareness was a virtue, after all.
There were also some male club members helping out at the convention—mostly hardcore otakus, or what you might call "Wang Haoran isomers."
When they found out that Su Bai had booked the entire high-end Western restaurant for the group, their expressions were priceless.
Wow, we’re actually getting a fancy Western meal out of this?
Even crazier, after chatting with Su Bai for a while, they realized this rich guy was just as much of a nerd—if not even more eccentric—than they were.
I mean, how often do you see someone laser-carving wooden cabinets onto their Porsche Panamera? Yeah, that’s… rare.
Having someone like him join the anime club was definitely a win.
By the end of the meal, everyone was thoroughly satisfied.
The only one who remained slightly unsettled was probably Photography Guy.
"What in the world… What does this guy’s family even do? Feels like he’s got cheat codes enabled or something."
To be fair, Photography Guy wasn’t exactly poor—his family gave him a generous allowance, and he could afford to treat a girl here once in a while without breaking a sweat.
But booking the whole place? That was next-level insane!
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...
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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?"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
