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!

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia

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.”